Spring Night Kiss.

When Xu Zhouye arrived at the press conference room, the other two drivers were already there. After greeting them, he sat down on the sofa on the left.

Reporters below the stage had their cameras and microphones set up, and flashes went off every now and then.

At first, the reporters' questions were fairly standard, mostly about preparations for the Monaco Grand Prix, feedback on the upgraded components, and their impact on the track layout.

Xu Zhouye answered casually; he has never liked dealing with these kinds of media interviews.

Although they are physically present, their minds have already wandered elsewhere.

The image that flashed through my mind the most was Song Qingjia's ears, which were so red they seemed to glow. If I kissed them, they would probably turn even redder. They were just so incredibly cute.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, which was captured by many reporters.

During the Q&A session, a female reporter stood up, adjusted her glasses, and said, "Xu Zhouye, let's start with the question that everyone is most concerned about."

Xu Zhouye lazily raised his head and looked at the other person.

"You said in a previous interview that you 'didn't keep your promise to your girlfriend,' so you have a girlfriend now, right?"

A low chuckle and whispers rose from the audience, and the two drivers next to him turned to look at him with gossipy expressions.

Xu Zhouye tilted his head and picked up the microphone beside him: "Yes."

The female reporter then smiled and asked, "I heard you're an aerodynamics engineer in your racing team?"

"Um."

"Everyone's curious to know, does the car your girlfriend designed herself have a particularly powerful driving experience?"

Another round of good-natured laughter rang out from the audience.

Xu Zhouye didn't answer immediately. He lowered his head and smiled, his eyelashes drooping for a moment. When he looked up again, the curve of his lips was uncontrollable.

"It is indeed a bit different; she put a lot of thought into the front wing of this car."

The press conference room was quiet for a moment, then suddenly erupted into a clamor.

Indeed, gossiping is a common hobby of all humankind.

The reporter then asked, "Is your improvement this season related to your girlfriend?"

"Of course," he paused, his smile deepening, "but the main reason is the high level of the R&D engineers; I'm just benefiting from it."

Another burst of laughter erupted. Some people were taking pictures with their phones, while others were typing rapidly, probably already posting on social media.

"Will she be coming to the paddock for the Monaco Grand Prix this year?" another reporter chimed in, continuing the gossip.

Xu Zhouye glanced at him and said lazily, "Even if you come, I won't show it to you."

His treasures, he sees them himself.

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The contents of the press conference quickly spread online.

Song Qingjia saw it too, but turned it off after less than ten seconds.

She was speechless for a while. It's just a relationship, how can they be so smug and show off their love everywhere?

Hasn't he heard the saying, "Those who show off their love will die quickly"?

She didn't understand, but she respected.

Because the competition is about to start, all his actions can be forgiven.

As dusk settled, Song Qingjia packed her things and prepared to return to the hotel. As she walked out of her room, she heard voices coming from the end of the corridor.

She paused for a moment and saw Xu Zhouye and Lin Bosheng standing in front of the backdrop, with the photographer holding up his phone to them.

They were probably filming a short video for the team's social media.

She had previously looked through the team's account, and apart from a few videos of Xu Zhouye showing off, most of them were quite abstract.

Lin Bosheng makes funny faces at the camera, cosplays as a Christmas tree, and the two of them have a contest to see who can burp first when drinking energy drinks...

She strongly suspected that Xu Zhouye was bullying the child.

Xu Zhouye is in charge of showing off, while Lin Bosheng is in charge of being fooled.

Just as she was about to walk around it, Xu Zhouye's voice came from the background, lazy and with a smile: "Back to the hotel?"

Song Qingjia turned her head and saw him looking at her. He was holding a half-full bottle of water and leaning against the wall, his posture relaxed, languid, yet noble.

Lin Bosheng was watching the play when he suddenly received a look from his idol. He was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized what was happening.

"Qingjia, we're done here, let's go home together!"

Xu Zhouye gave him a satisfied look and walked over to Song Qingjia: "Let's go."

Song Qingjia: "..."

"That's troublesome."

The group arrived at the pier and boarded a yacht docked at the shore. Commute by yacht in Monaco is a unique luxury along this blue coastline; drivers depart from the harbor, cross the azure sea, and disembark at the hotel pier—faster than by land.

The yacht wasn't large, its white hull gleaming warmly in the setting sun. A sea breeze swept over us, carrying a salty, damp scent.

Song Qingjia leaned against the ship's railing, turning sideways to look at the distant sea. Xu Zhouye sat beside her, watching her.

Lin Bosheng consciously walked to the stern of the boat, held up his phone, and took more than a dozen pictures of the sunset. When the two weren't paying attention, he secretly turned the camera towards them.

Just as I was about to press the shutter, Xu Zhouye's voice drifted over from the front: "Lin Bosheng, if your phone falls into the sea, the team won't reimburse you."

Lin Bosheng's hand trembled, and he took the phone back. He coughed and pretended that nothing had happened.

The yacht docked at the hotel pier.

Lin Bosheng was the first to jump up, then turned back and winked at the two of them: "I'm a little tired, I'm going back to my room to rest! See you tomorrow, Qingjia and Ye!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already disappeared.

Song Qingjia watched his figure disappear through the revolving doors of the hotel lobby, then glanced at Xu Zhouye.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't want to disturb our time together."

Song Qingjia: "..."

The two entered the elevator one after the other. Song Qingjia pressed her own floor button, then turned to ask, "Which floor are you on?"

"Just like you."

The elevator arrived at her floor, the doors opened, she stepped out, and the people behind her followed.

She walked to the room door, took out her room key, but didn't swipe it immediately. She turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at him: "Don't you have your own room?"

"No." He chuckled.

He reached out and snatched the room card from her hand, swiped it to open the door, pushed her inside, and slammed the door shut with his foot. Then he put his things on the entryway cabinet, bent down, and lifted her up by her hips.

Song Qingjia's vision blurred, and she instinctively hooked her arms around his neck as he placed her on the sofa. He pressed down on her, his arms bracing on either side of her body.

"I've been holding back all day, I can finally give you a proper hug."

Song Qingjia, annoyed by his weight, pushed him away, saying, "Get off me."

Xu Zhouye ignored him and deliberately suppressed the issue again.

"Go back to your room right now, or someone will see you."

Xu Zhouye nuzzled his fluffy head into her neck, his voice muffled: "So what if you saw it? I'm not afraid." He paused, then looked up: "You're afraid?"

Song Qingjia was not afraid, of course.

Since I've already agreed to be with him, I'm not planning on having a secret relationship. We'll meet whenever we want; there's no point in hiding it.

But she wouldn't admit it to him, otherwise he'd get all cocky.

"Get up, I'm hungry."

Xu Zhouye was quite pleased with her coquettishness, sat up, and put his arm around her waist: "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever."

Song Qingjia didn't have any particular cravings, or rather, she wasn't very interested in anything other than Chinese food.

Xu Zhouye pinched her cheek: "You're always giving me difficult questions."