Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia had his back to Xu Zhouye and didn't move.

Warm breaths brushed against her earlobe, carrying a lingering tenderness that enveloped her burning ear tips.

"I can take it as a joke if you say it once, but if you say it twice... then I'll start to take it seriously."

Xu Zhouye reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace with a slight pull, and gently kissed her ear with a soft laugh.

Song Qingjia felt her ear tips getting even hotter.

Not just her ear tips, her whole body was burning hot, making her head feel a little dizzy.

"I just..."

Deal with Cheng Yizhen.

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Zhouye frowned and turned her back. He reached out and touched her forehead; his palm was burning hot.

"You have a fever" is a statement of fact.

"Hmm?" Song Qingjia couldn't keep up with his speed of changing the subject, or perhaps her feverish mind made her thinking slow.

"Don't you know you're sick?"

"...I know, some cold medicine will do the trick." Song Qingjia found her voice and pushed him away. "Stay away from me, or you'll catch it."

She pushed him with little force, her hand resting softly on his chest, a combination of pushing and leaning.

Strangely enough, when she came back alone earlier, she didn't feel so bad. Although she was dizzy, she could manage, and although her throat hurt, she could bear it.

But now, it seems like all the symptoms have appeared.

"I'm healthy, I can't get infected."

Xu Zhouye looked down at the girl in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her whole demeanor listless. He sighed softly and picked her up in his arms.

Song Qingjia's vision blurred, and she instinctively reached out to hook her arms around his neck. Her face bumped into his chest, and her nose hit his collarbone, causing her to groan in pain.

"...Could you please let me know before you hug me? My nose is about to be broken."

Xu Zhouye lowered his head, touched her nose with his nose, and readily admitted his mistake: "It's my fault, I'll definitely ask first next time."

Song Qingjia groaned softly, feeling extremely dizzy, so she simply found a comfortable position in his arms, closed her eyes, and leaned against him.

She didn't care about being embarrassed anymore.

Since she's a patient now, she can act like a liar.

Xu Zhouye carried her into the elevator, then pressed his forehead against hers to feel her temperature, his brow furrowing even more.

Based on his intuition, the body temperature wouldn't be low.

As he suspected, the thermometer showed a body temperature of 38.9°C, indicating a high fever.

He put the thermometer into the first-aid kit. "I was only gone for a week, and you've taken such good care of yourself. Looks like I'll have to keep you on my belt from now on."

Song Qingjia glared at him weakly.

That look would normally shut him up, but now, paired with her burning, watery eyes and flushed cheeks, it had virtually no effect.

Xu Zhouye not only didn't shut up, but also smiled slightly. He took the fever reducer out of the aluminum foil and put it in her palm, then handed the water cup to her lips.

"Take your medicine first."

Song Qingjia didn't want to accept the offer, but her health was the priority.

She put the pill in her mouth, took a sip of water from his hand, and swallowed it.

Xu Zhouye placed the cup on the bedside table, reached out to touch her forehead, and found it was still burning hot. He turned and went to the bathroom, wrung out a cool towel, folded it, and placed it on her forehead.

The moment the cool touch touched her skin, Song Qingjia let out a comfortable sigh.

She looked at the man who was half-squatting in front of her. He had just finished a flight of more than ten hours, and his face showed obvious fatigue. Even his usually clean stubble had appeared.

But it doesn't make you look sloppy; instead, it has a unique kind of sexiness.

"You should go back and rest. I'm fine now."

Xu Zhouye ignored her completely, picked her up again, and carried her into the bedroom.

He said as he walked, "A man who leaves his sick girlfriend is a scumbag."

He wanted to put her on the bed, but Song Qingjia stopped him in time: "No, I need to take a shower first."

"Can it be washed?"

"Why not?" Song Qingjia said matter-of-factly, "I feel sticky and uncomfortable."

Xu Zhouye stared at her for two seconds, then walked towards the bathroom. After putting her down, he reached out and closed the door.

"...What are you doing?"

"If you wash again, you'll catch a cold. Let me wipe you down, and you can wash again after your fever goes down."

Song Qingjia protested, but the protest was ineffective.

After he wiped her entire body with a warm towel, he put her in a soft nightgown and then carried her to bed.

Gently put it down and pull the blanket over it.

Song Ergou entered the room at some point, gently jumped onto the bed, and carefully lay down next to Song Qingjia's pillow.

Xu Zhouye frowned as he looked at it: "It certainly knows how to find a spot."

They took his place.

No wonder this silly cat resents him so much; there's no room for two dogs on one bed.

Forget it, now is not the time to argue with it.

Xu Zhouye stood up and tucked the blanket around Song Qingjia. "You should get some sleep. I'll have someone bring dinner over."

He went back across the street to get clean pajamas, quickly took a shower, and washed away the dust of his journey.

When I returned to Song Qingjia's bedroom, I found that she was already asleep.

Xu Zhouye tiptoed and grabbed Song Ergou by the neck. The kitten opened its eyes alertly, saw the annoying face, and hissed fiercely in a cute but adorable way.

"Don't make a sound, or you'll wake your mother, and she'll throw you across the street."

Perhaps his warning had an effect, because Song Ergou actually quieted down.

Xu Zhouye stroked its head, gently placed it outside the door, and closed the bedroom door to prevent it from sneaking back in.

Song Qingjia slept fitfully, her dreams filled with chaotic images: Cheng Yizhen's face, Xu Zhouye's lowered eyelashes in the interview area, and the lonely figure of a race car parked on the grass.

She rolled over, and something fell from her forehead, which she caught with one hand. It was cool, so she applied it back to her forehead.

"Awake?" A deep voice sounded in my ear.

Song Qingjia opened her eyes, and the man was sitting on the edge of the bed. When he saw that she was awake, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

"Eat something when you wake up."

Song Qingjia was still a little confused and didn't move when she saw him.

"Still half asleep?" Xu Zhouye chuckled.

"Xu Zhouye." Song Qingjia suddenly called his name.

"Um?"

"Were you feeling down yesterday?" she asked softly. "Because you didn't win the championship."

Xu Zhouye hadn't expected her first question upon waking to be about this. He chuckled softly and reached out to touch her cheek: "A little."