Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye looked at his phone screen.

Once a week? Who are you trying to fool?

He typed: "I brought you some food and left it at the door. Remember to come and get it."

Song Qingjia was prepared to continue arguing with him, but she didn't expect him to not fight for her at all.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

She replied: "I'm not hungry."

Xu Zhouye: [I'll just leave it at the door; take it if you want, leave it if you don't.]

Xu Zhouye: [Good night.]

Song Qingjia turned around again and scooped Er Gou, who was sleeping beside her, into her arms. The kitten stretched and obediently let her hold it.

"Why is he being so well-behaved today? Has he turned over a new leaf?" she asked, squeezing the cat's paw pads.

After lying in bed for a while, she still felt uneasy, so she got out of bed.

She paused at the door, peering through the peephole. Only after confirming no one was there did she open the door.

Xu Zhouye was indeed not there; a bag was placed on the ground.

She bent down and picked it up; it was three dishes and a soup, all of which were her favorite foods.

It really was just delivering food to her?

Song Qingjia glanced at the tightly closed door across the street, then took the bag inside with a somewhat strange expression.

She closed the door, picked up her phone, and sent a message to the other person.

【Good night.】

Across from him, Xu Zhouye had just come out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. Water droplets slid down his well-defined abdominal muscles and disappeared into his waist.

As he dried his hair, he picked up his phone, and sure enough, there was an unread message from Song Qingjia on the screen.

Click on it, and you'll see just a simple "Goodnight".

He curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile.

Doubao was right after all; being a simp isn't easy, you have to know how to do it.

It's not about not flattering, but about flattering flexibly and strategically. Flattery isn't about blatant flattery, but about thoughtful, planned, and step-by-step flattery; it's about sustainable strategic development, shifting from high-quantity flattery to high-quality flattery.

He opened his chat history with Doubao and looked at the second rule of the "simp" rule.

"You need to know how to use your strengths, subtly showing off your chest and abs to seduce her. But know when to stop, and quickly straighten your clothes when she looks over."

"A good man should not expose his body casually."

Xu Zhouye seemed to be deep in thought. He got up and walked to the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and eight-pack abs.

He recalled how Song Qingjia, when they were in bed, especially liked his abs, touching them repeatedly and unable to put them down.

We should definitely make good use of it.

-

The next morning, Song Qingjia received a message on her phone from Xu Zhouye.

She buttoned her shirt while turning on the voice recorder.

A deep, sexy voice sounded: "Baby, are you awake? I bought you breakfast, would you mind having some with me?"

Song Qingjia paused, then listened to the audio again.

The man's voice was slightly distorted when transmitted through the phone, as if it had been ground by sand, giving it a slightly frosted texture.

She suddenly thought that having him record a wake-up alarm would be a great idea to wake her up.

Perhaps seeing that she didn't reply, he sent another voice message.

Song Qingjia continued clicking.

[Sweetie, talk to me, okay?]

That last "hmm," half real and half unreal, seemed to be seducing her, incredibly sexy.

Song Qingjia didn't want to admit it, but she did feel her ears turn a little red. He would also moan during sex, a very restrained kind of moan, right next to her ear.

She especially liked it, and would always tease him on purpose so that he couldn't help but make noises.

"..."

Why is she reminiscing about it?

Song Qingjia forcibly pulled her thoughts back and continued buttoning her clothes, leaving the top two buttons undone, slightly open to reveal her slender collarbone.

She straightened her collar in front of the mirror before walking towards the door. She opened the door, and Xu Zhouye was standing there.

Upon seeing her, he raised an eyebrow: "You're dressed so beautifully to see me."

Song Qingjia: "I've thought about it a lot."

She turned and walked back, and Xu Zhouye followed her in, closing the door behind him.

He placed breakfast on the table, and this time the variety was quite extensive, including Chinese-style xiaolongbao and siu mai, as well as Western-style bread and coffee, laid out one by one.

Song Qingjia sat down at the dining table, picked up a small steamed bun, took a bite, and the soup burst in her mouth, so delicious that she squinted her eyes.

He sat opposite her, elbows propped on the table, chin in hand, watching her eat.

"What are you looking at?"

"Watching you eat."

"What's so interesting about it?"

"You eat like a cat." He reached out and wiped a little soup from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

Song Ergou jumped onto the table at the opportune moment to show his agreement.

Xu Zhouye reached out to grab it, but it nimbly dodged and then gave him a disdainful look.

The two, one human and one cat, still don't get along very well.

Song Qingjia couldn't help but laugh and asked, "What did you do to offend it? It's friendly to everyone, but it's acting like this only towards you."

Xu Zhouye forcibly hugged the cat to his arms, stroking it as he said, "It shows that I'm different from others; it especially likes me."

"Yes, I really like you, so much so that I spit on you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Er Gou really spat at him, and after spitting, he struggled to jump off him.

Song Qingjia laughed so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

Xu Zhouye lost his temper, looking helpless, and poured her a glass of water, handing it to her: "Stop laughing."

Song Qingjia took the water glass and moistened her throat. Setting the glass down, she looked at him: "Didn't we say we'd eat together?"

But he didn't touch a single bite; he just watched her eat.

"You eat first, and give it to me if you can't finish it." Xu Zhouye curled the corners of his lips.

Song Qingjia paused, picked up a small steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Shut up, eat quickly."

Xu Zhouye chuckled again and chewed with her chopsticks.

Song Qingjia: "..."

She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it until she finished chewing and swallowing before letting her go.

Song Qingjia: "So I have to feed him/her?"

Xu Zhouye didn't speak, but a smile played on his lips as he picked up a shumai.

The two finally managed to eat breakfast in peace.

Song Qingjia clearly preferred Chinese breakfast. She ate several xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and as she picked up another one, her gaze inadvertently swept over his shirt.

He was wearing a thin black shirt today, the fabric was crisp, and the top button of the collar was fastened.

Her gaze slowly moved down the buttons, then suddenly stopped. Unlike the meticulously tailored neckline, the area around the abdomen was slightly open.

Beneath the fabric, the lines of the abdominal muscles were faintly visible, extending from the center seam of the abdominal muscles all the way to the edge of the belt, with light and shadow flickering as the fabric opened and closed.

Song Qingjia glanced at it, then couldn't help but glance at it again.

No wonder the ancients said, "Holding a pipa, half-concealing her face," this is more alluring than being naked at all. It's sexy with a touch of restraint, making one irresistibly want to reach out and tear it open.

Xu Zhouye noticed Song Qingjia's gaze, his heart pounding with the joy of his prey finally taking the bait, but he didn't show it at all.

He lowered his head, pinched the unbuttoned button with his fingers, and slowly and methodically threaded it into the buttonhole.

"Sorry, I was probably in a rush this morning and didn't notice that my buttons weren't fastened properly."

His abs, which were barely visible, were now completely covered up, not a trace of them could be seen.

Song Qingjia pursed her lips and looked at him with a quiet gaze.

She was quite unaccustomed to the man suddenly becoming less flirtatious.

"I'm off to work," she said curtly.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhouye put down his chopsticks: "I'll take you." He paused, then added, "I'll get off at an intersection a little early so no one will see me."

He was very understanding and satisfied with his performance.

But Song Qingjia didn't respond: "No need."

Even if you go an intersection early, you're more likely to be seen by people in the convoy, so it's better to be cautious.

She's just joined the team, so it's not appropriate for her to be involved in scandals with drivers.