Spring Night Kiss.

Even with her thick skin, Song Qingjia still felt a little embarrassed to be called "baby" in front of Xu Wanran.

Her ears turned red, and she reached out to snatch the chopsticks from his hand, her movements quick and fierce: "Stop eating, I'm going to order takeout."

Xu Zhouye didn't let her take it.

He cupped her hand in his palm, his fingertips slipping between her fingers, and gently held it. With his other hand, he pulled the two chopsticks back from between her fingers.

"No way." He gripped his chopsticks again, his tone frivolous. "My girlfriend made this for me, so even if it poisons me, I have to finish it."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Xu Wanran couldn't bear to look and silently lowered her head.

When did her brother become like this? What about Xu Zhouye, who always kept his distance from girls and whose sexual orientation was questioned by his whole family?

It's probably been possessed by a dog.

Song Qingjia forcefully pulled her hand out of his palm: "Then you eat it. I won't be responsible if you get sick from it."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow and calmly picked up another piece of pork rib.

"Let's eat something else," Song Qingjia said to Xu Wanran.

She went to the kitchen, found a box of instant noodles, boiled water, and made a bowl for Xu Wanran and herself.

Holding the instant noodle bowl, Xu Wanran smelled the familiar aroma and was so moved that she almost cried.

Xu Erzhou ate most of the dishes, and he seemed to enjoy them immensely, at least in Song Qingjia's opinion.

She truly admired him, and her gaze towards him was filled with tenderness.

Xu Zhouye caught her gaze, put down his chopsticks, and raised an eyebrow: "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel you love me even more now?"

Song Qingjia withdrew this trace of affection without expression.

Even if it tastes terrible, it's his own fault.

Xu Wanran, holding Er Gou, sat a little further away so as not to disturb the two people exchanging glances. While stroking the cat's head, she suddenly thought of something, secretly took out her phone, and snapped a picture of the two people at the table.

She opened Jiang Yunsheng's WeChat and sent the message.

Xu Wanran: [They're such a perfect match!]

Jiang Yunsheng: [They're such a perfect match!]

A few seconds later, he posted another message: 【When will I finally see my daughter-in-law?!】

Xu Wanran looked up and saw Xu Zhouye take the water glass from Song Qingjia's hand, take a sip, and then hand it back to her.

She typed, head down: "Almost there, almost there. They seem to have a really good relationship."

-

After the meal, Xu Wanran discreetly slipped away, leaving the two of them alone.

Song Qingjia found a classic old movie to watch, "The Shawshank Redemption." She had seen it many times, but still liked it very much.

She admired Andy's indomitable spirit, his calm planning, and his perseverance over nearly twenty years, which ultimately led to his regaining of his freedom.

Xu Zhouye sat down beside her, and the two naturally embraced. After sitting for a while, he felt it wasn't enough, so he reached out and picked her up.

Song Qingjia originally didn't want to pay attention to him and thought she would let him be, but he went too far and even lifted her up.

"What are you doing?" she muttered.

Xu Zhouye placed her on his lap and then wrapped his arms around her completely: "This is more comfortable."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Where is it comfortable? My legs are so stiff, they can't compare to a soft sofa.

She shifted her position, trying to get off his lap.

She had barely moved when her waist was grabbed. A deep voice sounded behind her ear: "Don't move, or I can't guarantee you'll still be able to sit here and watch the movie."

Song Qingjia was speechless: "My period hasn't ended yet."

"I know," Xu Zhouye said with a smirk, "but as you know, there are many ways."

He took her hand and kissed it: "Like using it."

Song Qingjia: "..."

She withdrew her hand and wiped it on his clothes in disgust.

Xu Zhouye wasn't annoyed. He reached out and pinched her chin, then kissed her lips: "And here too."

Song Qingjia: "…………"

She slapped him on the mouth: "Shut up, watch the movie."

However, she didn't move again, just sat on his lap, letting him encircle her. She found a comfortable position and leaned against his chest.

The movie was truly captivating, and Song Qingjia was quickly drawn into the plot, immersing himself in Andy's years of patient planning. Finally, on a stormy night, he prepared to escape from prison.

Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder sounded, startling Song Qingjia, who quickly reached out and hugged the man's waist.

A low laugh came from above.

Song Qingjia then realized that it wasn't the thunder in the movie, but real thunder outside the window. Immediately afterward, the rain poured down, obscuring the view outside.

Xu Zhouye pulled her closer, resting his chin on her head, and asked softly, "Afraid of thunder?"

Song Qingjia felt a little itchy and pushed him away slightly: "No, it was just that it was too sudden and startled me."

The man was pushed away by her, leaned back on the sofa, his brow furrowed slightly, then immediately relaxed.

But Song Qingjia immediately noticed that something was wrong with him.

His face was pale, and his expression was off.

Like...

Enduring the pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Qingjia frowned and touched his forehead, which was a little hot.

Xu Zhouye grabbed her hand and pressed it against his abdomen.

His tone, however, remained frivolous: "Honey, the food you made seems to have really poisoned me."

Song Qingjia pursed her lips and tried to get off his lap.

He reached out and pulled her back.

"Stop fooling around, let's go to the hospital." Song Qingjia looked at him irritably. "I told you not to eat it, but you kept eating. Now look what happened, you've really made yourself sick."

Xu Zhouye let go, allowing her to pull him up.

Even with a stomach cramp, she still smiled.

"You care about me that much?"

Song Qingjia: "I'm afraid of being implicated in someone's death."

She pulled him by the wrist and led him towards the entrance, turning back as she went, asking, "Can you still walk?"

Xu Zhouye nodded.

He paused for a moment, then asked lazily, "What are you going to do if you can't walk anymore?"

Song Qingjia glanced at him as if he were an idiot: "Call 120 to come and get you."

-

Hospital emergency room.

As luck would have it, it was the same old doctor from last time.

He still remembered the two of them; they were a handsome couple with outstanding temperaments, and he had a pretty deep impression of them. Last time it was because he was scratched by a cat, and it hasn't been that long since then, so why is it happening again?

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Xu Zhouye briefly described his symptoms. While writing out the test results, the doctor asked, "What did you eat?"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried greens, tomato and egg soup," Xu Zhouye listed, glancing at Song Qingjia with a half-smile as he spoke.

The old doctor understood immediately and looked up: "You did it, didn't you?"

Although it was a question, the tone was not doubtful at all; it was entirely affirmative.

Song Qingjia: "..."

"Go get a blood test first, and come back later when the results are in."

"Thank you, doctor."

Song Qingjia then led her people to the blood-drawing area, watching as the lab technicians drew two large tubes of blood, her lips pressed tightly together.

Xu Zhouye noticed her downcast mood, pulled her close, pinched her cheek, and comforted her, "It's nothing serious, don't be upset, okay?"

Song Qingjia lowered her eyes and gave a soft "hmm".

Seeing her like this, Xu Zhouye chuckled softly: "She really is a baby, she needs to be coaxed a bit."