Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia did not expect him to admit it.

Xu Zhouye seems to have never shown weakness in front of her.

"Come closer," she said.

Xu Zhouye didn't ask why, but leaned closer.

Song Qingjia cupped his face and gently kissed his forehead. Her soft lips brushed against his skin, tickling him, but before she could feel more, they were gone.

"Is this any better?" she asked, her voice trailing off, making her tone gentle.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, but instead of moving away, he pressed his forehead against hers.

"Yeah, I'm not sad anymore."

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

"There are plenty of times when I don't win a championship. This is just a normal withdrawal. The car broke down, I'll fix it and race again at the next race." He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips. "The season is still long."

Song Qingjia blinked, her eyelashes brushing against his cheekbone.

She recalled the comments online, how highly they praised her during the qualifying rounds, and how harshly they criticized her after she withdrew from the main competition.

"Someone's definitely going to yell at you again," she muttered under her breath, a hint of resentment she herself didn't realize.

Xu Zhouye was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, looking down at her with barely suppressed amusement in his voice: "So you were worried I'd get scolded? You feel sorry for me?"

This person is so easily pleased, Song Qingjia looked away in annoyance and shrank her face into the blanket.

He stubbornly insisted, "I'm heartbroken about my bonus. The team points are gone, and my year-end bonus will be reduced."

Xu Zhouye didn't expose her.

He reached out and pulled the blanket off her face, looking at her flushed earlobes, and laughed: "Fine, you're worried about the bonus."

Song Qingjia glared at him.

"You can calculate how much is missing later, and I'll make it up to you."

"Who asked you to fix it?" Song Qingjia pulled the blanket back.

Xu Zhouye simply picked her up and sat her up, blanket and all, so that she could lean against him. He put one arm around her waist and used the other hand to prop up a pillow behind her back.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead and asked, "Want to get something to eat?"

Song Qingjia did feel hungry and nodded.

Xu Zhouye took a shawl from the side, unfolded it, and draped it over her shoulders, adjusting the collar to make sure her neck and shoulders were covered.

Then he bent down, put one arm around her waist and the other under her legs, and lifted her up from the bed.

"What are you doing? I have a cold, not a broken leg." She instinctively hooked her arms around his neck, her words sharp and sarcastic.

The man paused, looking down. "Haven't seen you for a week, can't I treat myself?"

Song Qingjia: "..."

What kind of reward is this?

Xu Zhouye pushed open the bedroom door and went out. Hearing the noise, Song Ergou jumped off the sofa and trotted after them, his tail held high.

He glanced down at the obsequious cat, utterly disgusted. Such a two-faced child; what will it be like when it grows up?

He needs to think of ways to prevent this cunning cat from competing with him for his affection.

"I heard that male cats can be spayed/neutered at six months old, right?"

Song Qingjia didn't understand why he changed the subject so quickly, and frowned: "Isn't it too small?"

Xu Zhouye: "No, I consulted a veterinarian."

Song Qingjia looked suspicious.

"Of course, I wasn't consulting your Dr. Wen," Xu Zhouye added.

"What happened to Dr. Wen? Why are you so bothered by him?" Song Qingjia asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

Xu Zhouye carried her to the dining table, but instead of letting her sit by herself, he had her sit sideways on his lap.

The dining table in the living room was already set with porridge and several side dishes: plain porridge, pickles, a plate of blanched vegetables, and a bowl of steamed eggs.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

Song Qingjia glanced at him, then opened her mouth to take it. The rice was cooked until soft and melted in her mouth, sliding down her throat warmly and soothing her empty stomach.

"Because he came into your house." He said, feeding the baby with his hand, "No other woman can come into this house."

Song Qingjia paused, looked down at Er Gou squatting by the table, his round eyes filled with innocence.

"And what about it?"

Xu Zhouye lowered his head and said calmly, "So it needs to be sterilized."

Song Qingjia was both annoyed and amused: "Xu Zhouye, you're so childish."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Xu Zhouye patiently fed her spoonful by spoonful, and Song Qingjia sipped the water. After drinking most of the bowl, she suddenly asked, "Have you really never been in a relationship before?"

Although various rumors do suggest that he is not interested in women, who knows if he is just hiding something?

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow, his spoon hovering in mid-air: "Doesn't seem like it?"

"No," she mumbled, chewing her porridge. "You're very good at pleasing women."

Xu Zhouye fed himself the remaining porridge from the spoon, chewed slowly, and swallowed. Then he put down the bowl, turned his head to look at her, and the curve of his lips slowly deepened, spreading from the corners of his lips to the depths of his eyes.

"In other words, I've pleased you."

Song Qingjia admired his ability to grasp the key points. She knew that no matter how she answered this sentence, it would be a trap, so keeping quiet was the safest option.

But Xu Zhouye wasn't going to let her go. He pinched her chin and turned her face around: "Song Qingjia, friends with benefits don't care whether the other person has been in a relationship before."

Song Qingjia slapped his hand away.

He pinched her waist again, his tone irritating: "You're getting angry because I hit a nerve."

"……Shut up."

Xu Zhouye didn't shut up: "Admit it, to me you are—"

Unable to bear it any longer, Song Qingjia covered his mouth with her hand.

Xu Zhouye's eyes were full of smiles as he kissed her palm and pulled her hand away.

"You just like me." He slowly finished the sentence he hadn't said.

Song Qingjia: "…………"

"Yeah, I like you, so what?"

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her waist.

Song Qingjia continued to argue, "Everyone has a love for beauty. Who told you to be so good-looking? Is it wrong for me to like you? Besides, there are many kinds of liking..."

She talked on and on for a long time, but Xu Zhouye didn't listen to a word she said.

All he heard was the phrase, "I just like you."

And the alluring way her red lips parted seemed to be tempting him, enticing him to kiss her and savor the most exquisite taste in the world.

"Well……"

Song Qingjia's remaining words were swallowed by the man's lips and teeth.

Xu Zhouye reached out and cupped the back of her head, kissing her deeply. He parted her teeth, explored her mouth, and savored her sweetness.

Song Qingjia was so breathless from the kiss that she couldn't help but bite his lips.

Xu Zhouye didn't dodge; instead, he leaned forward and said, "Be careful with your strength, don't bite it open. Otherwise, it won't be easy to explain if my colleagues in the team see it tomorrow."

Song Qingjia stiffened, immediately retracted her lips, and stepped back.

Xu Zhouye smiled and pulled her back, gently touching her lips: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

"...You scoundrel!"

"Um."

"rogue!"

"Um."

"..."

"What else? Go ahead and curse," Xu Zhouye said lazily.

Song Qingjia choked.

"You're done venting, so shouldn't we upgrade our relationship?" Xu Zhouye lowered his voice. "Hmm?"

Song Qingjia looked into his eyes, and in his dark pupils, all she could see was him.

After a long pause, she finally spoke: "It's not impossible."