Spring Night Kiss.

On Sunday, Xu Zhouye forcibly dragged Song Qingjia to see a movie, calling it a date.

Song Qingjia retorted, "Can't you recognize your place? A bed partner should only exist in bed."

"Then let me sleep with you!" Xu Zhouye glared at her.

Song Qingjia shut her mouth; the more she said, the more mistakes she would make.

Looking back now, it seems a bit harsh to do it once a week, even for myself.

She's young, beautiful, and healthy; what's wrong with wanting to exercise more with handsome guys?

Memories from last night flooded back, but Song Qingjia stopped herself in time. If she kept thinking about it, she would really slap herself in the face.

When the two went down to the garage, Song Qingjia noticed that Xu Zhouye's parking space didn't have the usual Porsche, but a dark green supercar.

Pagani Zonda Diamante Verde.

The green carbon fiber body, with diamond flakes incorporated into the paint, presents a dazzling visual effect under light, hence its name "Green Diamond".

Xu Zhouye walked over, opened the passenger door, and stepped aside to make room: "Please get in, girlfriend."

Song Qingjia was a little disgusted by his flamboyant manner: "Can't you be normal for once?"

"No." Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow. "This is our first date, I have to give you the best experience."

Song Qingjia bent down and sat down.

"So that I won't be like the first time... and get told my technique is bad."

“…………”

Do his fans know how flamboyant he is and how much he holds grudges?

Song Qingjia pulled on the seatbelt, saying as she fastened it, "Why don't you find a photographer to record the whole thing?"

Xu Zhouye: "That is indeed a good idea."

Song Qingjia was speechless: "A conspicuous bag."

Xu Zhouye leaned down and touched her lips, chuckling, "But I wouldn't want another third wheel bothering us."

"...Alright, let's go."

Xu Zhouye walked around the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and the V12 roared out from behind him, deep and powerful. He turned the steering wheel with one hand, reversed out of the parking space, and the movement was smooth and effortless.

Song Qingjia admitted to himself that he looked kind of handsome at that moment.

Seemingly noticing her gaze lingering on his face, Xu Zhouye curled his lips into a smile, took his right hand off the steering wheel, touched her hand, and gently stroked it.

Song Qingjia did not move.

He then slid his fingers from the back of her hand to her fingertips, slowly weaving them between her fingers and holding her hand.

Song Qingjia glanced at him, but still did not choose to withdraw her hand.

The car turned into the mall's underground parking garage, the engine sound echoing between the concrete walls, attracting the attention of the driver of the car next to it.

Xu Zhouye found a private parking space, turned off the engine, and deliberately slowed down the action of pulling out the key before unbuckled his seatbelt.

"We've arrived." He turned his head.

Song Qingjia hummed in response and was about to open the door when he stopped her and then a pair of sunglasses was shoved into her hand.

"Put it on."

"Aren't you going to wear it?"

"I'm not afraid of being photographed." He turned to the side, one hand on the steering wheel. "Although I really want everyone to know that you're my girlfriend."

Song Qingjia put on sunglasses expressionlessly, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The man also came around, naturally placing his hand behind her waist and pulling her forward.

The movie was chosen by Xu Zhouye.

Song Qingjia glanced at the poster: a sports car blasted to smithereens and a man covered in blood, the endplate was crooked, half of the tail wing was gone, and the aerodynamic kit was completely destroyed.

She silently assessed the situation in her mind and concluded that the car's downforce loss was at least 40%, and the understeer would be so severe that the driver would crash into the wall on the first corner.

But isn't it a bit strange to watch this movie on a date?

As if reading her question, the man beside her leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What you watch on a date isn't important, it's who you watch it with."

Song Qingjia couldn't help but smile slightly.

The two rode the escalator upstairs, attracting the attention of many people.

Just then, a car enthusiast recognized Xu Zhouye, his eyes lit up, and he asked with delight, "Xu Zhouye, can I get your autograph?"

Xu Zhouye nodded, took the pen, and signed the hat that the other party handed him.

The other person was extremely excited, their gaze shifting between him and Song Qingjia: "Wild God, is this your girlfriend? She's so beautiful."

Although her face wasn't clearly visible due to the sunglasses, her figure and demeanor clearly indicated that she was a great beauty.

Song Qingjia smiled, pursing her lips. She couldn't embarrass the car enthusiast, so she could only let this man have his fun.

The young car enthusiast was completely captivated by his smile, and could only keep praising, "You two are such a perfect match!"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "Thank you."

"Want a photo?" He's always very generous to car enthusiasts who are so good at talking.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He took the fan's phone, then pulled Song Qingjia over and took a group photo of the three of them.

Song Qingjia reminded him, "Why don't you two take a picture separately?"

She felt that fans would prefer to have a solo photo with their idol.

Since his girlfriend had spoken, Xu Zhouye naturally complied.

"Thank you! Thank you! I wish you a long and happy life together and many children!" The little girl started rambling in her excitement.

But the compliment hit Xu Zhou's sweet spot, and even after everyone had gone a long way, the smile on his lips hadn't faded.

Song Qingjia had no idea what he was grinning like an idiot for.

Before entering, Xu Zhouye bought a bucket of popcorn and a cup of milk tea. He handed her the milk tea and held the popcorn himself.

The theater wasn't crowded; they had chosen seats in the last row, in a corner. The lights dimmed, the screen lit up, and explosions erupted from all directions.

Song Qingjia quickly became engrossed in the story, staring intently at the screen.

Xu Zhouye had no interest in watching the movie; his gaze remained fixed on the woman beside him. He looked at her bright eyes, her fluttering eyelashes, and her high, straight nose.

It's so beautiful, I want to kiss it.

He took a popcorn from the bucket and held it to her lips, watching her unconsciously bite it with his fingertip. She chewed it gently and swallowed.

He picked up another one and fed it to her, and she continued to bite it.

By the third one, her lips touched his fingertips, and her tongue swept over them very lightly, like a feather brushing against them.

Xu Zhouye's fingers paused, but he didn't retract them. He gently brushed his fingertip against her lower lip.

Song Qingjia finally turned her attention away from the movie and looked at him. The flickering light from the screen fell on his face, illuminating his smiling eyes.

"Watch the movie, don't look at me."

Song Qingjia was speechless. She wanted to say that he was the one who was deliberately bothering her.

"Stop looking, or I'll want to kiss you."

Xu Zhouye leaned closer, lowered his eyes, and stared at her rosy lips. They were glossy, coated with lip gloss, making them even more alluring than usual.

Song Qingjia turned her head back and continued watching the movie.

Xu Zhouye then continued feeding the baby.

Not long after, Song Qingjia turned to look at him again.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Song Qingjia stared at his lips, her tone calm, but what she said made people uneasy: "Actually, you don't have to be so obedient."