Spring Night Kiss.

After sailing for a while and rounding a group of black reefs, the sea suddenly opened up, revealing a small bay in front of us, surrounded on three sides by cliffs covered with dark green vines.

There are no boats or houses in the bay, only a stretch of white sand.

Xu Zhouye brought the boat to shore, turned off the engine, jumped into the shallow water, dragged the boat onto the beach, and turned back to hold out his hand to her: "Get on."

She took off her shoes and stepped barefoot into the sea. The water was warmer than she had imagined, and the sand sank into her feet, fine, soft, and dense.

I took two steps up and looked around.

There is a naturally formed shallow cave in the cliff face, not high, but big enough for two people to sit in. The entrance is half-hidden by vines, like a forgotten dwelling.

It felt like being in a fairyland.

How did you find this place?

"After the competition last year, I was boating around aimlessly when I saw this bay and felt I should stop for a while." He walked up to her and stood beside her.

"At the time, I thought that if someone came with me in the future, I would bring her here."

Song Qingjia snorted lightly: "Then you have quite the leisure and refined taste."

Xu Zhouye caught the teasing in her tone and chuckled, "I can do many more leisurely and refined things, want to join me?"

Song Qingjia: "That depends on your performance."

Xu Zhouye asked in surprise, "Wasn't my performance last night enough?"

This man has started again!

Song Qingjia was even more disgusted: "That's awful! Don't you know that the male protagonists in novels do it at least seven times a night?"

"If you hadn't been yelling that you couldn't take it anymore, would I have stopped?"

Xu Zhouye admired her ability to turn the tables, and pinched her cheek, only to have her slap it away.

The man's hand came after her again, and she continued to dodge to the side, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"You stingy little thing, you're getting angry now." She laughed and ran away.

Strands of hair flew up and brushed against his face. He reached out to grab them, but they slipped through his fingers.

Xu Zhouye lowered his head, sniffed his fingertips, and chuckled softly.

He jogged after her, watching as the girl nimbly dodged him, deliberately avoiding his catch.

The clear laughter mingled with the sound of waves crashing on the shore, reaching his ears like the most beautiful sound in the world.

Perhaps exhausted from running, Song Qingjia staggered.

Xu Zhouye seized the opportunity to grab her waist, pull her into his arms, and bite her ear.

"Oh, you're just teasing me."

Song Qingjia, panting, leaned against his chest and said with a laugh, "How is that a joke? I'm clearly telling the truth. Xu Zhouye is such a petty person!"

"If I'm a cheapskate, then what are you?"

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then said matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm the stingy guy's girlfriend."

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened; he hadn't expected her to say that.

Song Qingjia turned around, put her hand on his shoulder, and smiled brightly: "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you smitten with me?"

"Yes, I'm completely bewitched by you, I can't tell east from west." Xu Zhouye lowered his head, "So I'm willing to be your dog."

Song Qingjia's smile deepened.

She gently patted his head: "Good boy."

Xu Zhouye felt that this tone was no different from when he was talking to Song Ergou.

He was dissatisfied: "That's it?"

Song Qingjia raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise what?"

"Oh."

He made a move to bite her collarbone, but she dodged it with a spin.

Calling him a dog is quite accurate; what kind of person thinks about biting people all day long?

When she gets back to Shanghai, she's going to let Song Ergou bite him.

Song Qingjia ran to the edge of the cliff, looked up at a rock at the top that had been rounded by the sea breeze, and it looked like a person sitting on the edge of the cliff, facing the sea.

Xu Zhouye followed her gaze and said, "There's actually a story about this bay."

"A love story?"

"Um."

Song Qingjia pursed her lips, "Just as I thought."

She has been to countless places both in China and abroad, and every place she has been to has a legendary love story.

But she couldn't spoil his fun.

"Tell me about it."

Xu Zhouye curled his lips: "The locals call this bay Guilai Bay. Legend has it that a long time ago, a fisherman from the island went out to sea and encountered a storm, and his boat never returned."

Song Qingjia chimed in, "And then his wife sat on the cliff edge every day waiting for him?"

"Yes, when she was very old and eventually passed away, the locals buried her on the edge of the cliff."

Song Qingjia said, "I thought you would say that the stone was transformed from her."

Xu Zhouye tapped her forehead: "Then it would become a myth."

Song Qingjia covered her head: "Just talk, don't get physical." She paused, "And then?"

"Then, people discovered that couples who visited this bay always ended up together. No matter how long they were apart, they would come back."

As he spoke, his deep, captivating eyes were fixed intently on the girl before him.

Song Qingjia met his gaze for two seconds, then turned her head away.

Xu Zhouye noticed that the smile on her lips hadn't faded.

He thought, "She seems shy."

She chuckled softly, turned to the side, bent down and picked up a white seashell that had been smoothed by the seawater, placing it in her palm.

Song Qingjia picked it up and played with it. The edge of the shell was rounded, and there was a fine line on the inside. It was slightly warm from the sun.

She clenched her fingers and squeezed it into her palm.

"You're not lying to me, are you? This place looks deserted. How did that fisherman's wife get here? Who brought her here?" she asked deliberately, her hands behind her back.

Xu Zhouye pulled her hand, took it, and led her toward the cave entrance on the cliff.

"Many people used to come to this bay by boat, but later the road became difficult to travel, so not many people came anymore."

Song Qingjia hummed in agreement: "I'll believe you for now."

Xu Zhouye pinched her fingers: "That's how it is."

The two walked along the beach to the edge of the cliff and bent down to crawl into the cave. The rock face was smooth from the sea breeze and rain, and the temperature was a few degrees lower than outside.

Just as Song Qingjia was about to sit down, the man pulled her back.

"Wait a moment."

She stopped and watched him take a handkerchief out of his pocket and spread it on the ground.

"Please sit down."

Song Qingjia sat on the handkerchief, looking up at him: "You're quite particular."

Xu Zhouye sat down beside her: "I'm not particular, but I have to be particular about serving my girlfriend."

"Are you never going to stop with your sweet talk?"

He raised an eyebrow: "As long as it works."

The vines at the cave entrance swayed gently in the wind, and the sound of the sea lapping against the beach came from afar, both near and far.

Song Qingjia's gaze fell on the sun-baked, warm white sand outside the cave, without looking at him.

"It's barely useful."

-

Back in Shanghai, the two got busy again.

Every time Song Qingjia emerged from the headquarters building under the cover of night, he felt as if the few days he had spent at sea had been a dream.

I woke up to find myself back to being a cow or a horse.

The race calendar has moved to the Catalan circuit, which best tests the overall performance of racing cars.

As the location for winter testing every year, this track has both long straights and various medium, high and low speed corners, which can test the car's capabilities in all aspects to the greatest extent.

Vortex plans to bring significant upgrades to this station, including several key aerodynamic upgrades to the canard, nose cone, floor, and side cases.

Therefore, the entire convoy was on high alert.

As for the driver, Xu Zhouye, he spends every day in simulators and gyms, just for that tiny bit of improvement in lap time.

Therefore, although the two lived under the same roof, they didn't have much opportunity for intimate communication.

That day, Song Qingjia finally got off work before dark. As she picked up her bag and walked out, she turned and headed towards the simulator room.

She should go and comfort her boyfriend.