This discovery instantly excited Song Guanchao.

He was guessing whether Wu Qiangwei forgot to close the door or left it open on purpose.

This made his heart itch like cat claws, unbearably itchy.

His slight drowsiness was completely gone, and he couldn't sleep at all.

He sat on the bed, scratching his ears, and finally decided to go over and take a look.

But, not right now.

Wait a bit.

He picked up his watch, staring at the second hand.

Every second felt like a year, and he wished he could rush over immediately.

Half an hour later, Song Guanchao put down the watch and walked toward her room.

Wu Qiangwei had indeed left the door open on purpose.

She felt very conflicted, wanting something to happen with Song Guanchao but hesitating at the last moment.

Leaving the door open was the most proactive action she could take.

When she first lay down, she was very nervous, worried that Song Guanchao would come over, yet also worried that he wouldn't.

As time passed and Song Guanchao still hadn't arrived, she breathed a sigh of relief but also felt somewhat disappointed.

Her contradictory thoughts were difficult to describe.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

The footsteps were very light, as if intentionally controlling the walking force.

Only she and Song Guanchao were home, so it was clearly Song Guanchao.

And the footsteps were steadily approaching her room.

Within just a few seconds, the footsteps appeared in the room.

Wu Qiangwei's heart was in her throat.

She lay on her side, her back to the door.

At that moment, her body was tightly tensed, the lovely figure under her nightgown becoming extremely sensitive.

Her scattered thoughts made her breath a little rough, and certain sensitive areas experienced subtle changes, with some physiological reactions.

Song Guanchao was even more nervous than her; he walked to the bedside and softly called, "Secretary?"

He silently stood there, but there was no response from Wu Qiangwei.

Did she fall asleep?

Or was she pretending to be asleep?

He wasn't very sure.

If she had intentionally left the door open for him, it would indicate she was hoping for something to happen, yet too shy to be proactive.

Thus, she used this gentle way.

But from the time she returned from the bathroom, it had already been half an hour.

It's possible that she might actually be asleep by now.

Song Guanchao stood by the bed, feeling a bit hesitant.

Should he leave now, or stay?

He looked down, noticing Xiao Song had long been upright, his body feeling as if it was on fire, with blood coursing through every vein.

He hesitated for two seconds, finally gritting his teeth and climbing onto the bed.

The sound of his body pressing down on the mattress wasn't loud, but after all, they were sharing a bed, and Wu Qiangwei noticed right away.

She was extremely nervous, her heart fluttering wildly, the usual composed Deputy Secretary nowhere to be found, only a flustered, inexperienced girl remained.

Song Guanchao lifted the quilt and lay down beside her.

He didn't move closer right away; instead, he lay down, silently taking deep breaths, trying to manage his emotions and calm down.

Once his heartbeat steadied a bit, he turned to lie on his side, inching closer to Wu Qiangwei.

Even without physical contact, just nearing, Wu Qiangwei felt a wave of warmth.

She suddenly felt a bit regretful.

If she had known, when he called her earlier, she should have responded.

At this time, Song Guanchao's body touched her back.

The instant they made contact, Wu Qiangwei felt electrified, stiff as a board, maintaining her posture without moving.

She continuously reassured herself that Song Guanchao wouldn't go too far, he'd probably just cuddle and not do anything else.

She understood Song Guanchao; after all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

But him being so forward was a first.

Moreover, she had already thought of giving Song Guanchao some reward.

Thinking of this, she relaxed a bit, her body not as tense.

But Song Guanchao was very nervous; he halted the moment their bodies touched, observing Wu Qiangwei's reactions.

After maintaining that stance for about two or three minutes, he placed his hand on her waist.

Her slender waist was soft, stirring Song Guanchao's emotions.

His movements were gentle and tender, caressing her waist back and forth.

Then, he moved towards her abdomen.

The slight fat added a plump sensation to his touch.

His coarse fingertips rubbed along her skin, and her body temperature gradually rose.

Song Guanchao edged even closer.

Right after he had bathed, wearing just a towel, he arrived at Wu Qiangwei's room with nothing on.

At this moment, he slightly arched his waist, pressing against her bottom.

He adjusted her buttcheeks and slid effortlessly into the warm and soft valley, tightly clamped by her thighs.

Wu Qiangwei's body subtly trembled.

Song Guanchao noticed it.

If it had been only trembling, Song Guanchao wouldn't have been sure if she was awake or asleep.

However, her reaction down there made Song Guanchao realize she was indeed awake.

She was very tense, her delicate body extremely sensitive.

Song Guanchao felt a thrill because she didn't resist or push him away.

This meant she had indeed intentionally left the door open for him.

She wasn't fully ready, hence using this gentle method to send him signals.

Comprehending all this, Song Guanchao felt a sense of satisfaction.

His actions became noticeably bolder.

He grabbed her butt, thrusting his hips, repeatedly skimming the edge of danger.

Wu Qiangwei's body arched in an incredibly alluring, sensual curve.

Her back sagged, while her rear rose high, forming a reverse arch posture.

Song Guanchao held her protruding bottom with one hand, keeping her steady.

The other hand reached beneath her neck, slipping into her collar, unabashedly grabbing hold, warping them out of shape.

Wu Qiangwei's small hands tightly clutched the quilt, biting her lips, allowing Song Guanchao to gradually encroach on her body.

Her breathing became increasingly heavy, her tightly pressed lips starting to emit faint moans, the temperature beneath the quilt soaring, causing them both to sweat.

Her nightgown soaked with perspiration seemed bothersome, so Song Guanchao lifted it up.

This way, he could more clearly perceive every inch of her skin.

The suggestive, stimulating atmosphere made Song Guanchao particularly sensitive.

His breathing suddenly became heavy and low, with a sharp tingle at his waist, as he grasped Wu Qiangwei's butt and held her thigh.

Wu Qiangwei seemed to feel it, and she actively squeezed her legs together.

At that squeeze, Song Guanchao couldn't hold back any longer, hurriedly embracing her, and Wu Qiangwei felt as if he wanted to fuse her into his own body.

She felt something hot between her thighs.

She knew what that was.

As the passion faded, rationality took hold, leaving Wu Qiangwei feeling shy and embarrassed.

"Phew~" Song Guanchao exhaled deeply, without loosening his grip.

Their bodies stuck together, sweat-drenched and slippery.

Song Guanchao slid along her abdomen, climbing up to grab and play with her peaks.

Wu Qiangwei occasionally trembled from his touch, the recently diminished desire once again flaring up.

Additionally, she discovered that little Xiao Song between her legs was standing up again.

Wu Qiangwei was suddenly a bit flustered, but she could do nothing.

And by this time, Song Guanchao had once again begun moving.

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