Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye didn't go too far in the end.

After an exceptionally long period of work, today's hard work came to an end.

Song Qingjia lay on his chest, slowly calming her breathing.

Xu Zhouye placed his palm on her back, slowly sliding down from her shoulder blades, along the curve of her spine, and stopping at her waistline. There, his fingertips gently drew circles.

He especially liked this spot, and couldn't put it down, repeatedly rubbing that small patch of skin with his thumb.

Song Qingjia gradually calmed down and nuzzled against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, she silently counted it and found that it wasn't beating very fast.

She looked up, resting her chin on his chest: "Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired." He looked down at her, his fingers still slowly tracing her waistline. "I told you, this amount of exercise isn't even a warm-up for me."

Song Qingjia pursed her lips. For him, it was a warm-up, but for her, it was strenuous exercise.

It's more tiring than running 800 meters.

She shifted her body, feeling the dampness of the sheets beneath her, and frowned speechlessly: "The sheets and blankets are all wet."

"Hmm," he replied, not taking it seriously.

"How can anyone sleep like this?"

Xu Zhouye: "I'll have the waiter change it tomorrow. You can sleep at my place tonight."

He sat up, picked up her clothes from the bedside table, and helped her put them on, one by one. After she was dressed, he pulled on a bathrobe, stood up, and bent down to lift her off the bed.

The corridor was quiet.

Song Qingjia was relieved that it was late and there weren't many people around. Otherwise, their appearances would have made it clear what had happened, which would have been quite embarrassing.

Xu Zhouye's room was on the top floor. While waiting for the elevator, she suddenly remembered something.

She looked up and stared at him.

Xu Zhouye thoroughly enjoyed being stared at intently by her, a smile playing on his lips: "What's wrong?"

"You said you'd cry for me tonight, but you didn't cry at all."

The elevator doors opened, and he carried her inside.

I cried.

Song Qingjia replied firmly: "No."

From beginning to end, he was clearly only focused on using force, making her cry.

Xu Zhouye looked down at her, his smile deepening. "Yes." He paused, his expression becoming even more intriguing. "When your family was very protective of me."

Song Qingjia: "...?"

The image of him tilting his head back, closing his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, and groaning in unbearable pain flashed through my mind, and there was indeed a hint of tears in the corner of his eyes.

but!

That's what made him happy!

It has absolutely nothing to do with tears!

She opened her mouth, but realized that no matter how she explained it, it would only make him more smug.

"Anyway, that doesn't count. Next time, you have to cry on your own initiative for me. I'll always remember that," she added. "Just overly satisfying, physiological tears won't do!"

Xu Zhouye gave a lazy "hmm".

Not feeling safe, Song Qingjia took out her phone, turned on the recording, and learned his shameless tricks.

Say it again.

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow and spoke, but instead of agreeing to the promise she had hoped for, he said, "You admit you gave me too much pleasure?"

Song Qingjia quickly turned off the recording, afraid that he would say something outrageous again.

"Fine, don't tell me then, I'll remember it anyway."

Xu Zhouye: "Okay, you'll remember that."

-

When Song Qingjia woke up the next day, she found herself alone in the room. There was a note on the bedside table, written in Xu Zhouye's elegant handwriting.

"I'm going to Weichang. I'll have breakfast first when I wake up. The restaurant is on the second floor, and there's a buffet before 10 o'clock."

I glanced at the time; it was only eight o'clock.

Going to the hunting grounds so early?

She put down the note, sat up, and looked around the room. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the harbor of Monaco, where the sea shimmered and a row of yachts were neatly lined up.

The room was a suite, with an additional living room. The living room alone was more than twice the size of the room the transportation company had arranged for her.

Song Qingjia looked around and couldn't help but mutter, "So extravagant."

She tidied herself up and prepared to head to the hunting grounds.

As soon as I opened the door, the door opposite also opened.

Jiang Yunsheng came out, wearing an apricot-colored suit, her hair loosely tied back.

Eyes facing each other.

Both of them were caught off guard.

Song Qingjia's mind was racing. She had come out of someone else's son's room early in the morning, and there was no way to explain this.

Jiang Yunsheng's eyes shone brightly, and his mind raced as he began to think about what to name his grandson.

But she couldn't act too exaggeratedly, or she would scare her daughter-in-law.

Jiang Yunsheng cleared her throat, smiled gently, and asked in a mild tone, "Why did you come out of my son's room? Where is he?"

Song Qingjia's ears turned bright red instantly: "...He went to the hunting grounds. He should have left when I woke up."

Jiang Yunsheng tried to suppress his smile, but couldn't.

Song Qingjia realized what she had said and looked up inwardly. She must have been spending too much time with Xu Zhouye and caught his silliness.

Under the other person's burning gaze, she decided to abandon those useless explanations and, with a "what the heck" attitude, said, "Auntie, I don't know if Xu Zhouye has told you that I'm actually with him."