Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye, of course, couldn't resist his girlfriend's coquettishness.

That's right, in his eyes, Song Qingjia was just being affectionate with him at that moment.

Her expressions were adorable, her tone was adorable, and the things she said were adorable. So adorable that he would do whatever she asked for.

He chuckled softly. "Alright, you're right."

Song Qingjia was satisfied. She looked at the box on the coffee table and asked, "What's this?"

Blueberry Mousse.

"Did you buy this for me?"

"Hmm." Xu Zhouye opened the box and handed her a spoon. "Want to try some? The shop assistant said it's their signature dish."

Song Qingjia scooped out a spoonful and put it in her mouth. The blueberry mousse had a smooth and creamy texture, sweet with a hint of tartness, and the fruity aroma of blueberries slowly spread on her tongue, refreshing and not greasy.

She chewed twice, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Xu Zhouye looked at her expression and smiled slightly: "Is it good?"

Song Qingjia didn't answer. She put down her spoon, looked at him, and beckoned, "Come closer."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow, didn't ask why, and moved his face closer.

She reached out and cupped his face, then kissed him. Her lips pressed against his, her tongue slipping inside to lick. Then she pulled away, looking at him.

"Do you think it tastes good?" she asked.

Xu Zhouye's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and his voice lowered: "I couldn't taste it."

Song Qingjia kissed him again, this time for a longer time.

"Can you taste it now?"

Xu Zhouye didn't answer. He reached out and pinched her chin, kissing away the cream on her lips: "It's sweet."

-

Song Qingjia's illness lasted for three days before she fully recovered.

Xu Zhouye stayed at home with her for three days, never leaving her side.

She initially thought she wouldn't be used to it, but it turned out she wasn't at all, and adapted very well.

It's like there's another dog in the room.

She mentioned this to Shen Lingyi during a chat, and the other party sent her a string of ellipses.

Shen Lingyi: [Honey, if I remember correctly, weren't you two always dating?]

Song Qingjia paused, then replied: 【…When did this happen?】

News about Shen Lingyi kept coming in.

[We didn't date, but we did everything that was appropriate: kisses, hugs, and physical intimacy.]

[You don't have to date, but you allow your partner to freely enter your private space and have fun.]

[They may not be in a romantic relationship, but they can still show off their love in front of car enthusiasts worldwide!]

Song Qingjia: [...]

She found it difficult to refute.

Shen Lingyi continued: "Baby, your stubbornness is really charming."

The conversation couldn't continue.

Song Qingjia quickly typed: 【I'm done chatting, I need to work.】

She placed her phone face down on the table and took a deep breath. What's the point of chatting? Work smells much better.

After several rounds of simulations, there was a knock on the office door, and intern Xiao Zhou poked her head in: "Qingjia, Davis is looking for you."

Song Qingjia replied with an "okay," and got up to walk towards Davis's office. The door was ajar, and she knocked on it.

The person inside was tidying up the documents on the table. When they looked up and saw her, they smiled and said, "You're here."

Song Qingjia nodded and went inside.

Davis gestured to the chair opposite him, indicating that she should sit down. He turned his tablet around; the screen displayed a map of the Monaco Grand Prix circuit.

Davis tapped his finger on the corner of Monte Carlo, speaking a little faster than usual: "The Monaco circuit demands more downforce than any other track, and your front wing modification will have a significant advantage here."

He turned a page and pulled up the simulation predictions for the two drivers in Monaco: "But we lack data that has been validated on real street circuits. Wind tunnels and simulators cannot fully reproduce the bumpy surfaces and narrow guardrails of Monte Carlo."

Song Qingjia understood what he meant: "You want me to go to the scene with the convoy?"

Davis: "Monaco has no room for error; qualifying is everything. To be on the safe side, we need engineers on-site."

"Okay, I'll go."

The other party handed over a plane ticket, for a flight departing from Pudong at 10:00 AM on Wednesday.

Song Qingjia did not tell Xu Zhouye.

She wanted to see what kind of expression he would have when he saw her in the Monte Carlo P-room.

Tuesday evening.

Xu Zhouye is very clingy.

From the moment he started eating dinner, his inappropriate gaze was fixed on Song Qingjia.

Song Qingjia pretended not to see anything and ate her meal calmly. After the meal, she leisurely played with Er Gou.

When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he finally couldn't resist anymore.

"What do you mean? Are you deliberately leaving me hanging?" He hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, and said through gritted teeth.

Song Qingjia felt itchy and struggled out of his arms.

She hadn't taken two steps when she was lifted up and thrown onto the bed. Then his body pressed down on her, and she couldn't move.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." His voice sounded a little aggrieved.

Song Qingjia found it amusing, ruffled his hair, and said in a deliberately nonchalant tone, "I know."

Xu Zhouye grabbed her hand, pressed it above her head, and coaxed, "So, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"What does that mean?"

"I miss you."

Song Qingjia blinked: "I'm afraid you're too tired."

Xu Zhouye: "?"

What kind of talk is this? Is this a questioning of his abilities?

"You're not getting any sleep tonight."

Xu Zhouye truly meant what he said, and Song Qingjia succumbed to the shaking all night. Whenever she became a little disoriented, she would be jolted awake by the vigorous movements.

"Enough..." she sobbed, clinging to his waist and begging for mercy.

Xu Zhouye cruelly tormented her and tormented her.

"Baby, it's not enough... not enough at all..."

Song Qingjia felt as if she were experiencing both ice and fire, and couldn't help but chase after him as he retreated.

Xu Zhouye chuckled triumphantly, "Want more?"

Song Qingjia didn't say anything, but just moved closer to him.

"Silence means no." He left completely, and a feeling of emptiness instantly overwhelmed her.

Song Qingjia was furious.

She abruptly pushed him onto the bed. Xu Zhouye reached out to help her, but she slapped his hand away without hesitation: "What are you doing!"

Xu Zhouye obediently withdrew his hand: "Okay, I won't move."

He lay on his back, watching her movements. From this angle, he could clearly see how she pushed him down.

The intense visual impact made his waist and abdomen tense, his veins bulging, and he had to take several deep breaths to stop himself from going up.

She said she couldn't move.

Then he can't move.

Song Qingjia supported herself on his lower abdomen and moved slowly. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she let out a soft moan.

The sound was like that of aphrodisiacs and medicine.

Xu Zhouye could no longer hold back.