Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye frowned instantly, as if he had heard something out of the blue.

Crying...begging her?

You can beg her, of course, but crying?

Are you kidding me?

He has never cried, not even since he was a child.

I never cried when I got into trouble as a child and was whipped by Commander Xu. I didn't cry when I broke my collarbone while practicing go-karting, I didn't cry when I retired from the F2 race for the first time, and I didn't shed a single tear even when I lost the championship last season due to a wrongful decision by the FIA.

"You want me to cry?" he repeated, his tone unreadable.

Song Qingjia hugged the cushion and tilted her head: "Is that not allowed?"

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his long legs, and tapped his fingers twice on his knees: "This request is not very common."

Song Qingjia, however, said, "A man's tears are a woman's stimulant."

"Doping?" Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Song Qingjia looked at him expectantly, "So, do you want to cry?"

She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes bright, like a cat that hates snacks.

Xu Zhouye's Adam's apple bobbed.

I couldn't resist her gaze.

He opened his mouth, the word "impossible" hovered on his tongue, but he didn't utter it. He suddenly changed his mind.

"It's not impossible," he said slowly, drawing out the last syllable, "but we can't let our tears go to waste."

Song Qingjia raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

"So you mean I cried, what can you give me in return?" he said. "You can't just watch it for free, can you? These days you have to pay to see a movie."

It turns out they wanted to negotiate terms with her.

Song Qingjia felt that his appearance made her want to see him cry even more.

"Go ahead and cry, then we'll talk."

If he really cries, she can back down a little and agree to one of his conditions.

"That won't do." He shook his head. "What if you make me cry and then turn your back on me? You have too many records."

Song Qingjia: "...That's two different things."

"That's one thing for me." His voice lowered, tinged with amusement. "You'll have to give me a guarantee."

"Okay, if you cry well, I'll consider giving you a reward."

"You said it."

"I said it."

Song Qingjia, in high spirits, tossed the cushion aside and sat properly in front of him. "Then you can start now."

Xu Zhouye did not move.

"Shouldn't we take some time to prepare?" she asked considerately. "Should I excuse myself for a moment?"

She made a move to leave, but the man grabbed her and made her fall onto his lap.

"He didn't say he was going to cry now."

Song Qingjia: "?"

"Cry again tonight," Xu Zhouye said without batting an eye.

Song Qingjia: "?"

At night, could it be him crying? It could only be her crying.

Wait, how did I get caught up in this? He has a competition tomorrow, where would he get the energy to mess around with all that frivolous stuff tonight? Doesn't he worry about it affecting his performance?

"Fine, don't cry then." She tried to get off his lap. "Go back and get some rest. If we don't win the championship tomorrow, I'll..."

Xu Zhouye took her hand and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'll find a boyfriend who can win a championship."

"Oh."

Xu Zhouye sneered. He hadn't really wanted to do anything to her before, but now he had no choice.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Qingjia exclaimed as she was suddenly lifted into the air.

Xu Zhouye carried the person and strode towards the bathroom: "I'll work on you."

Song Qingjia: "?"

"Wait a minute, isn't your aunt in Monaco? Aren't you going to have dinner with her?"

"She kicked me out," Xu Zhouye said calmly, "and told me to fawn over her daughter-in-law."

Song Qingjia: "?"

She was a little confused, unsure whether she should first feel sorry for him being kicked out by his own mother, or first refute the term "daughter-in-law".

In that brief moment of hesitation, he had already carried her into the bathroom. And his hands had already begun unbuttoning her shirt.

She held him down and reasoned with him: "You have a match tomorrow, shouldn't you conserve your energy?"

Although she didn't object to being intimate with him, business was more important. She was afraid it would affect his performance tomorrow, and if they lost the championship because of it, she would be a sinner.

"This little bit of consumption won't make a difference." Xu Zhouye pulled her hand away.

"How can it not have an impact?"

Xu Zhouye curled his lips into a smile: "Baby, proper bedroom exercise will only make me more energetic." He continued, "I'm not just saying that, there's theoretical data to support it."

Song Qingjia: "..."

"If you'd like to see it, I can send you the paper after it's finished."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Her shirt had been completely removed, revealing her beautiful curves.

Song Qingjia could control those above but not those below, and was soon stripped naked. She simply stopped struggling and let him look at her.

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened as his gaze swept over her body inch by inch. Every part of her was just right, as perfect as a gift from the Creator.

"You are so beautiful..." he exclaimed.

Song Qingjia was speechless and a little embarrassed, her face turning slightly red, especially since he was still fully dressed while she was completely naked.

The man clearly realized this as well, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Seeing her staring at him, he stopped what he was doing: "You want to?"

Song Qingjia reached out, grabbed the collar, and yanked it hard. Buttons popped off and scattered on the floor.

"Why bother with all that trouble? This is perfectly fine."

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly. It was indeed an unexpected move, but he liked it.

Song Qingjia threw his shirt on the ground and tiptoed to kiss him. At this point, it would be a bit coy for her to refuse.

The man kissed her back, lifted her up with one hand, and unbuckled his belt with the other, pulling it away. His pants fell to his feet, and he stepped into the shower.

After quickly giving the two of them a shower, Xu Zhouye couldn't even wait to dry them off before throwing them onto the bed and pressing down on them.

Song Qingjia exclaimed, "The sheets are all wet!"

Xu Zhouye gripped her waist and kissed her fiercely: "So what if you're wet? You'll get even wetter later anyway."

Song Qingjia wanted to speak, but the tongue that probed into her mouth spun her into muffled sounds. Her body was being ignited by two hands, her slender white fingers clenching and unclenching.

Their skin pressed together without any obstruction, and the scalding heat from their bodies made her tense up, unsure of what to do.

My hands, accustomed to gripping the steering wheel, were surprisingly nimble, but as they moved downwards, they touched something sticky.

He chuckled softly, "My darling is ready."

Song Qingjia stubbornly insisted, "This is a normal physiological reaction."

Xu Zhouye lowered his voice to correct him: "This is proof that you like me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward.

"Um……"

Song Qingjia hunched over, her fingernails digging into his shoulder.

The pain stimulated him to move faster and more urgently, and the person beneath him soon became teary-eyed, with physiological tears overflowing from the corners of their eyes.

Xu Zhouye leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips, praising her, "Baby, you're so great, you kissed it all off."

Song Qingjia couldn't speak, she could only keep humming.

That was a sign of her happiness.

Xu Zhou's heart swelled with desire, and his actions became increasingly excessive, but he remained constantly attentive to her expression. He saw her eyes unfocused, her expression confused, and she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as he was.

"Hmm... Xu Zhouye... can only do it once..."

Song Qingjia was still thinking about tomorrow's match, and only managed to finish one sentence in fits and starts.

Upon hearing this, the man bit her neck harder, as if punishing her: "Be good, don't say such unpleasant things."

Song Qingjia has lost the ability to think.