Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia ate like a quail during that meal.

She thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand why she had blurted out such a sentence. She could only attribute it to the man opposite her being too good at brainwashing her and had led her astray.

Anyway, it's not her problem.

Definitely not!

Her conflicted and frustrated expression was clearly seen by Xu Zhouye, which made him feel even better.

He knew she was waiting for him to ask, so she could come up with a bunch of excuses to explain her subconscious question.

But he just didn't do as she wanted.

He simply wouldn't ask.

Subconscious reactions are the most authentic; she's nothing like she claims, just playing around.

Xu Zhouye slowly and methodically cut the steak in front of him. It was medium-rare, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with pink flesh showing through the cut surface and juices seeping onto the wooden plate.

He picked up a piece of meat, but instead of putting it in his own mouth, he held it to her lips.

His girl, however, seemed to be lost in thought.

"Can you taste it and tell me if it's good?"

Song Qingjia opened her mouth and took a bite. Juice burst out, the seasoning of salt and pepper was just right, and the aroma of charcoal mingled with the sweetness of the meat itself.

The amazing flavor brought her thoughts, which had wandered far away, back to reality.

Song Qingjia, stay calm and be thick-skinned.

"...Can't you taste it yourself?" she said disdainfully, dodging the second piece he offered.

"Finally willing to talk to me?" Xu Zhouye withdrew his hand and asked with a smile.

Song Qingjia: "..."

Wow, this person.

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Song Qingjia didn't say another word to him until they got back to the apartment.

She walked forward without looking back, and Xu Zhouye followed slowly behind.

As the weather gradually warms up, some tiny mosquitoes also emerge, gathering under the streetlights and swirling around in a ball.

Lost in thought, Song Qingjia wasn't looking where she was going and almost crashed into it. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late to stop.

She was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.

Just then, her waist was gently pulled back, bumping into the man's chest.

Xu Zhouye: "Watch the road."

Song Qingjia opened her eyes, feigning composure: "I'm watching."

As she spoke, she tried to break free from his embrace, but the hand around her waist tightened, and she couldn't budge it for a moment.

"Song Qingjia, I haven't said anything, why are you so flustered?" Xu Zhouye's low laughter rang in her ear, and he deliberately spoke close to her ear.

"Who lost their composure?" Song Qingjia retorted stubbornly.

"Okay, you didn't panic, it was me who panicked." Xu Zhouye said, and picked him up in his arms.

Song Qingjia suddenly lost her balance and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

"What are you doing!"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to hug you." He said this with complete confidence.

"You think you can just hug me whenever you want?"

"Yes, I can hug you whenever I want."

"..."

"I not only want to hug you, I also want to kiss you."

"..."

Before Song Qingjia could utter a rebuttal, a kiss landed on her lips. It was a short kiss, a light touch before it was gone.

"I not only want to kiss you, I also want to sleep with you."

“…………”

Song Qingjia quickly glanced around. Luckily, no one was passing by. Otherwise, if someone had heard her, she wouldn't be able to stay on Earth.

"Put me down," she said.

"I won't let go."

Xu Zhouye carried her into the building and into the elevator. Ignoring her protests, he carried her back to his home.

The door slammed shut.

Darkness surged in like a tide, and she was pressed against the door. A kiss a thousand times more intense than before stole her breath.

Seemingly unsatisfied with the kiss, he grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and placed her on the low cabinet in the entryway.

Song Qingjia was kissed so hard that she leaned back, almost hitting the wall with the back of her head, but he caught her with his hand.

Amidst the rapid, intense kisses, her hazy mind was still functioning. One thought remained clear: she was completely under his control.

She was clearly the one holding the rope, so why was she now being tossed around by his tongue, his fingers, and the burning heat between her legs, making even her resistance seem like a reluctant acceptance?

This is very wrong!

She decided not to dodge anymore, cupped his face in her hands, and leaned in. Her tongue explored his mouth, taking the initiative.

The man chuckled softly, stepped forward, and entwined his tongue with hers.

Song Qingjia refused to let him go, dodging away, licking his palate, sweeping across his teeth, and then hooking his tongue tip into her own mouth.

"So proactive?"

"You don't like it?"

Xu Zhouye responded to her with his actions.

He lifted her up from the cabinet by her hips, her skirt riding up haphazardly, his palms pressing directly against her delicate, fair skin.

He went into the bedroom and kicked the door shut.

Song Qingjia was placed on the bed, and the man leaned down on her, his arms supporting her on both sides, trapping her between his body and his arms.

"I'm flying to Canada tomorrow."

Song Qingjia's breathing hadn't calmed down yet, her chest heaving violently: "Mmm."

"Did you forget something?" His thumb pressed on her side, slowly drawing circles.

"I haven't forgotten." She reached out and pulled him down a little, her lips brushing against the corner of his lips, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "But I want to be on top."

Xu Zhouye didn't move, his breathing suddenly became heavier.

Her lower abdomen tightened, and the muscles in her waist and abdomen were as taut as stone under her palm.

He slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile: "Okay."

He turned over, lay down beside her, and pulled her onto himself.

"Please, my wife, enjoy your meal," he said softly, looking into her eyes.

Song Qingjia's heart was pounding wildly, each beat pounding against his chest. Beneath his palm, his heart was pounding just as fiercely.

She leaned down, kissed his Adam's apple, and took the small protrusion into her mouth, gently sucking on it. She felt his body tense up, and the hand gripping her thigh loosen and then tighten again.

He kissed his way down, down to his collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen.

His skin was slightly warm beneath her lips, and his breathing grew heavier and more rapid, each breath sounding like he was calling her name.

After Song Qingjia had kissed her enough, she reached down and he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Stop playing."

She ignored him, pressed his hand next to the pillow, and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Where are the condoms?" she asked.

"Second drawer," he said.

Song Qingjia reached out to take it, but the person didn't get off him. This series of actions was nothing short of sweet torture for Xu Zhouye.

But the worst was yet to come.

Song Qingjia tried for a long time, but he still couldn't get it right. Every movement felt like it was taking his life.

Xu Zhouye could no longer bear it, so he reached out and grabbed her waist, forcefully.

"Ugh... I told you not to move!" Song Qingjia slapped his chest angrily.

The man beneath her didn't listen to her at all, continuing to mutter and utter whatever she wanted to say.