Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye leaned back, and the bath towel slid down another half inch, revealing a section of his V-line: "It's for you to see, so you can take a look a few more times, it's free."

Song Qingjia gave a light snort and instructed him, "Pull the towel down a little further."

Since he said it wouldn't cost anything, she didn't need to be polite.

Watch what you should watch, and watch what you shouldn't watch.

Xu Zhouye, of course, was perfectly at ease. His long, slender fingers gripped the edge of the towel and pulled it down slightly. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the girl on the screen, and he considerately asked, "Is this enough?"

Song Qingjia: "Not enough."

Xu Zhouye continued to pull it down, the towel sliding over his hip bone, seemingly about to completely unravel at any moment.

His hand stopped.

"You can only see this much; I'll show you the rest when we get back."

Song Qingjia: "..."

We can't afford to play this game.

She pursed her lips, grabbed Er Gou from the side, hugged him, and patted his head casually.

The kitten, used to being submissive, didn't struggle; instead, it squinted its eyes and purred.

Xu Zhouye found the cat's double standards extremely distasteful and scoffed, "How did it get so fat and pig-like?"

Song Qingjia glared at him. This guy was talking bad about the kitten again. No wonder Er Gou was targeting him.

"As expected, there's a reason why Er Gou doesn't like you; you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

"Why doesn't it like me anymore?"

"Isn't it obvious? If he likes you, he can grab you? If he likes you, he can fawn over you? If he likes you, he can stop you from touching him?" Every word Song Qingjia said was aimed at Xu Zhou's ambition.

He snorted coldly, his gaze toward Er Gou growing increasingly disdainful.

"So who does it like? That Dr. Wen?"

Song Qingjia: "..."

How can this lead to Dr. Wen's story?

Before she could speak, the other person shamelessly chimed in, "But there's nothing it can do, its mother likes me, so it can only put up with it."

"I don't like you at all," Song Qingjia immediately denied.

Xu Zhouye didn't refute her, but just looked at her and smiled nonchalantly: "Fine, you don't like me, you like my body."

Song Qingjia shifted to a more comfortable position: "It's good that you know."

"Oh."

"So take good care of your health, so that I won't abandon you when you're old and faded."

"Oh."

This girl couldn't last long in bed and was still spouting nonsense; Xu Zhouye couldn't be bothered to call her out. He reached out and brushed his wet hair back, revealing his full forehead.

Song Qingjia noticed and paused, asking, "Aren't you going to blow-dry your hair?"

"Let's finish our fight first, then we can chat."

She frowned: "Go blow it now."

"Give me a kiss and I'll come." Xu Zhouye chuckled and brought his face close to the screen, his eyes smiling like a child begging for candy.

"Naive," Song Qingjia thought to herself.

But he still expressionlessly extended his finger, lightly pressed the phone camera, and then withdrew his hand.

"After the kiss, go blow-dry."

"Yes, my dear wife."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Wow, this person is incredibly shameless, getting more and more outrageous.

On the screen, Xu Zhouye stood up from the sofa, the bath towel swaying with his movement. He pinched the edge of the towel with his fingers and tugged at it to make sure it wouldn't fall off.

Song Qingjia: "..."

Wow, she's not that thirsty, okay? What kind of horny monster are they taking her for?

She deeply regretted making the video call and immediately wanted to hang up. But her finger hovered over the hang-up button for a long time before she finally didn't press it.

"Wait a few minutes," Xu Zhouye said.

He picked up his phone, walked to the bathroom, and leaned it against the mirror on the sink. Holding a hairdryer in one hand and fiddling with his hair in the other, he blew it in front of the mirror, his posture casual yet handsome.

Song Qingjia rested her chin on Song Ergou's head, admiring him intently.

Men's hair dries very quickly; it's almost dry in just a few minutes.

Xu Zhouye put away the hairdryer and sat back down on the sofa. His hair hung loosely over his forehead, making him look clean and soft.

"I'm done playing. Any further instructions?" He tilted his head to look at the screen.

Song Qingjia looked up: "No, I hung up."

"Did he hang up?"

"Okay, I'm going to sleep."

Xu Zhouye glanced at the time; it was nine in the morning, which, according to the time difference between Montreal and China, would be nine in the evening there.

Are you asleep at this hour?

It's obvious that it's impossible.

He curled his lips into a smile: "Song Qingjia, you called just to watch me blow-dry my hair?"

Song Qingjia stared at him intently: "I'd like to see something else... but you won't let me."

Xu Zhouye choked; this girl's stubbornness was probably no less than his own. He licked his back teeth and gritted his teeth: "Is it really that hard to admit you missed me?"

Song Qingjia paused for a second, then, faster than she thought, hung up the phone.

Xu Zhouye looked at his phone screen and laughed in exasperation.

On the other end, Song Qingjia, who had just hung up the phone, also regretted it a little. Hadn't she just given herself away?