Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia had never tried this position before and felt a little tired.

Before long, she surrendered, trembling as she pressed herself against his chest, her sweaty skin sticking to his, hot and sticky.

Xu Zhouye was also breathing heavily. He brushed aside her sweat-dampened hair and asked in a hoarse voice, "Feeling better now?"

"……Um."

She responded lazily, trying to get up from him. But her legs were too weak, and she couldn't hold on, so she suddenly fell back onto him.

Xu Zhouye grunted, his tone helpless: "Do you really want to break me?"

Song Qingjia: "..."

She felt that she was the one who should have been ruined.

"...Let me down." She patted his chest.

Xu Zhouye looked at her for a few seconds, then sat up, supported her waist, and helped her slowly back down.

Song Qingjia felt incredibly sticky and nudged his chest, saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

The other party did not move.

"Let go quickly—"

Before he could finish speaking, the world spun around him, and he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. He lifted her legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders.

The sudden change in posture made Song Qingjia's toes curl slightly.

"You're all better now," he said in a low, husky voice, carrying a chilling danger. "Now it's my turn, isn't it?"

His waist suddenly buckled.

All the words Song Qingjia wanted to say were stuck in her throat.

Her calves swayed incessantly to his rhythm, and the ceiling seemed to shake as well, making her somewhat dazed.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, lowered his head, and kissed the inside of her calf, then kissed it again.

Song Qingjia felt a sharp pain; the lower body was fast and ruthless, while the upper body was gentle as if it were treating the most precious thing in the world.

"Think of me when I'm not around," he whispered, leaning down to her lips.

Song Qingjia's mind was a complete mess; all she could do was agree with him and say, "...Yes, I miss you."

"You have to think about it every moment."

"Hmm... I think about it every single moment."

Xu Zhouye was finally satisfied: "Good boy."

-

Song Qingjia felt that what was said in bed was not valid.

Her mind was foggy at the time, and what she said didn't come from her heart or her true intentions.

I think about him every moment; it's amazing he could say that.

She has no time to think about him, and it's impossible for her to think about him.

But... looking at the data in the email, an image inexplicably flashed into my mind of him sitting in the cockpit, speeding along the track...

Song Qingjia paused, shook her head, and looked at the time in the lower right corner; it was already noon.

It's probably just a hallucination caused by being too hungry. It's time to go eat.

She got up and went to the restaurant on the first floor.

There were already many people dining in the restaurant. Song Qingjia greeted her familiar colleagues and then sat down by the window with her tray.

The team's meals were good, with both Chinese and Western options available. However, despite the wide variety of choices, she still preferred the Chinese food a little more.

She picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth. The meat was tender and flavorful, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction. But then a scene popped into her mind: in the movie theater, someone was feeding her popcorn.

"..."

They must be possessed.

Why is he so persistent?

Song Qingjia shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth with annoyance and chewed it forcefully.

At that moment, He Yonglin plopped down opposite her, looking excited and eager to share the gossip.

"...What's wrong?" Song Qingjia put aside her random thoughts and looked up to ask.

"Breaking news!"

He Yonglin lowered her voice, but her eyes sparkled.

Under her expectant gaze, Song Qingjia cooperatively asked, "What news?"

Ho Wing-Lin: "Wild God is in love! And his girlfriend is a woman!"

Song Qingjia paused with her chopsticks: "...Who said that?"

"It's all over the internet! Some fans ran into him and his girlfriend at the movies and even posted a photo of them together." He Yonglin flipped through the photo and pushed her phone over.

It was the same photo I took with car enthusiasts at the movie theater that day.

Song Qingjia also guessed that it was this group photo that caused the problem.

She was only thankful that Xu Zhouye had been very prescient in making her wear a hat and sunglasses. Apart from very close friends, no one should have been able to recognize her.

If suspicion really falls on her, she'll just deny it to the death, since no one got a picture of her face anyway.

She pushed the phone back without changing her expression: "Oh."

"That's your reaction?" He Yonglin's eyes widened. "The Wild God is in love! A once-in-a-lifetime tree has finally blossomed! Aren't you curious about who that woman is?"

"Isn't she wearing sunglasses and a hat? I can't see clearly." Song Qingjia chewed on braised pork.

"Too……"

He Yonglin stared at the photo again, her brows furrowing. "But honestly, this figure... why does it look so familiar?"

Song Qingjia continued picking up food with her chopsticks, her voice casual: "There are 1.4 billion people in China, and there are plenty of people who look alike."

He Yonglin thought so too and nodded.

"By the way, has the onboarding process for the new employee in our department been completed? Davis is still waiting for the list." Seeing that she was still staring at the photo, Song Qingjia changed the subject.

He Yonglin was indeed led astray: "It's all done. I sent the email last Friday."

The two chatted for a few more minutes about the new drivers. The team is currently recruiting engineers everywhere, hoping to improve the car's condition as soon as possible and help the team challenge for WCC.

The season is still long, anything is possible.

"Hey, do you think Wild God will bring his girlfriend to the Canadian paddock?" He Yonglin changed the subject and brought the topic back.

"I see a lot of drivers wearing them, and the FIA ​​especially likes to film them when they broadcast the races."

Song Qingjia calmly put down her chopsticks, picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth, and said, "Probably not. He's not the kind of person who likes to publicize their intimate relationship."

He Yonglin nodded: "That's true."

If Xu Zhouye heard this, he would definitely disagree a thousand times over.

He wished the whole world knew that his girlfriend was Song Qingjia and that his wife was Song Qingjia.

He wished he could rightfully add the words "Song Qingjia's man" before his own name.

Even just making him change his surname to Song would be fine.

Hiding things now is just a temporary measure, a last resort.

He Yonglin wanted to continue gossiping, but then she saw that Song Qingjia had already stood up and was clearing away the dishes.

"I'm done eating, I'm leaving now, I have a meeting this afternoon." She picked up her tray, nodded to the girl across from her, and turned to walk towards the recycling area.

He Yonglin felt a little regretful. Watching her walk away, she looked down at the photo on her phone one last time.

She zoomed in on the photo, staring for several seconds at the woman in the corner wearing sunglasses and a hat. The hat brim was pulled down so low, and the sunglasses covered half her face, but a sliver of her jawline and lips were visible.

The more I look at it, the more I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

A woman's intuition is usually very accurate, she was certain of it.

"Why do I feel like... she looks a bit like Qingjia?"