Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia didn't respond, figuring he wouldn't dare actually search her phone.

She knows exactly what kind of temperament her big dog has.

"Isn't it time to eat? I'm hungry." She said, her tone both unreasonable and defiant.

Xu Zhouye looked at her for two seconds, then reached out and pulled her up: "Then eat more later."

The table was lit with warm yellow light, and two plates of pasta were placed in front of them. They were rich in color and sprinkled with black pepper and chopped basil.

Putting the taste aside, just looking at the presentation, it's a hundred times better than what she made before.

"...Is this really your first time?" she asked.

Xu Zhouye handed her a fork, raising an eyebrow at her words: "Of course, why would I lie to you for no reason?"

Song Qingjia chose to keep quiet; asking any more questions would only make her look more embarrassed.

She rolled up a piece and put it in her mouth. The noodles were coated with sweet and sour tomato sauce, the shrimp were springy, and the mushrooms were soaked with juice.

She fell even more silent.

Xu Zhouye smiled and asked, "How does it taste?"

Song Qingjia: "...Not bad."

"Just okay?"

Song Qingjia: "Very good, you have a real talent for cooking." She paused for a moment, "So from now on, our kitchen will be in your hands."

In short, all Xu Zhouye heard was "our family".

Song Qingjia ate more than half of it, which was quite polite, and her stomach felt a little full. She didn't have a big appetite, especially at night, when she rarely ate that much.

Seeing that she was frowning slightly but still trying to put the noodles into her mouth, Xu Zhouye reached out to stop her, saying, "If you can't eat it, give it to me."

This girl may seem cold to strangers, but in reality, she has the softest heart.

Because he made it himself, even though I was already very full, I still wanted to finish it all to support him.

They are absolutely adorable.

Xu Zhouye took her plate and said, "From now on, give me what you can't finish."

Song Qingjia's lips curved into a smile: "Oh."

The meal was enjoyed warmly. After it ended, Xu Zhouye naturally got up, cleared the plates, and headed to the kitchen.

Song Qingjia followed her inside.

The man didn't even turn his head, and said while turning on the tap, "No need for help, I can wash myself."

Song Qingjia paused in her steps: "I didn't mean to help."

Xu Zhouye glanced at her sideways, said nothing, and chuckled softly.

Song Qingjia's eyes darted around, and she picked up an apron from the side, patting him on the shoulder: "Turn around first."

Xu Zhouye turned around as instructed, and raised an eyebrow when he saw what she was holding.

Song Qingjia gestured for him to lower his head.

He did as she asked, even bending his knee slightly to make it easier for her to put on his apron. Then, at her prompting, he turned around and let her tie the straps.

"It's better to wear them so that water doesn't splash on your clothes," Song Qingjia said.

Xu Zhouye was very pleased, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Go sit outside, I'll be done in a bit."

Song Qingjia responded and walked out, but stopped at the door as if by some strange impulse. She took out her phone and captured a picture of the man in front of the sink.

She looked at him on the screen, her fingertips tracing his waistline. Then she put away her phone, turned, and left the kitchen.

Xu Zhouye came out of the kitchen with a bag of washed strawberries and found the girl lying on the sofa again, looking completely unrefined.

He placed the plate on the coffee table, sat down on the side of her head, lifted her head, and placed it on his lap.

While looking at the second version of the forewing's structural diagram, Song Qingjia adjusted her posture and found a comfortable position on his lap.

"Is the second version of the forewing design finalized?" Xu Zhouye glanced at the drawing and asked lazily.

"It's settled. We'll meet after the summer break, at the latest in Monza." Song Qingjia's mind was still on the blueprints, so she answered casually.

Xu Zhouye picked up a strawberry and brought it to her lips. She subconsciously took a bite, and the juice melted on her tongue.

"It's quite sweet."

Song Qingjia finally looked up from the blueprints and looked up at the man who was feeding her.

Xu Zhouye handed her another one, and she opened her mouth and bit it, her lips lightly brushing against his fingertips.

He paused slightly: "Very sweet?"

Song Qingjia: "Hmm..."

The last syllable was swallowed up by his kiss.

A quick kiss.

Xu Zhouye stepped back, touching his lips with the tip of his tongue: "It really is sweet."

Song Qingjia was already used to his nonsensical behavior and instructed him to feed her another one: "I want more."

Xu Zhouye, of course, fulfilled all her requests.

After eating another one, Song Qingjia suddenly remembered something, looked up and asked, "When are you flying to Barcelona?"

"Wednesday."

"Go straight to the paddock after landing?"

"Um."

Song Qingjia frowned; this itinerary was far too rushed. She asked, "Why didn't we leave a day earlier?"

But after asking, she felt she was asking a question she already knew the answer to. Why not leave a day earlier? Of course, it was because she wanted to spend one more day with her.

Xu Zhouye smiled gently yet roguishly.

The living room light fell from above his head, casting the shadow of his eyelashes on his cheekbones. The arch of his eyebrows was clearly defined, and his handsome face was in no way inferior to that of a male celebrity.

Song Qingjia suddenly stood up, straddled him, crossed her arms around his neck, and pressed him against the back of the sofa.

He paused for a moment, then his fingers gripped her waist, his palm pressed against her waistline, his thumb slightly tucked in.

"What do you mean?" His voice was a few decibels higher than before.

Song Qingjia moved closer to him, her breath brushing against his lips, warm and gentle.

"Didn't you say you'd reward me tonight?"

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

If he doesn't react after hearing this, then he's not a man.

He lowered his head to kiss her alluring red lips, but Song Qingjia stopped him with her hand. She took the initiative, cupping his cheeks and slowly pressing her lips to his.

Her tongue traced across his lower lip, then probed inside, carrying the sweetness of strawberries and a touch of deliberate, unhurried aggression.

He tightened his grip on her waist for a moment, then slid his other hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, pressing his thumb against the skin behind her ear, pulling her closer to him.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together.

Softness pressed against his chest, her lower abdomen against his. He only needed to thrust upwards to hit a warm spot.

Er Gou jumped off the sofa armrest next to them, glanced at them, and then strolled away, flicking his tail as if to show that he was used to such human behavior.

Xu Zhouye quickly turned the tables and regained the initiative.

Not content with a simple kiss, he hooked the edge of her loungewear neckline and pulled it down a little, revealing a patch of skin on her shoulder.

His lips left hers, slowly moving down her neck. Further down, he kissed her collarbone, down to the soft, high edge of her neck.

Song Qingjia flinched, but he grabbed her hand. He pulled it down, hooking it around the edge of her pajamas' belt…

Before I could pull down the shutter button, the doorbell rang.

Shen Lingyi's voice came from outside the door, her excitement palpable even through the door: "Qingjia, my darling! I'm here! Come open the door!"

Xu Zhouye paused, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, I met a pair of cunning eyes.

What else doesn't he understand?

"You did it on purpose." He lowered his head and bit the bad girl's lips, but couldn't bear to bite hard, so he quickly pulled away.

Song Qingjia pulled her collar back up and laughed, "All's fair in war, Young Master Xu."