When Song Guanchao came in for the kiss, Wu Qiangwei's mind buzzed, instantly crashing.

When her thoughts returned, she felt something stirring inside her mouth.

She quickly realized it was Song Guanchao's tongue!

He had slipped his tongue in!

Wu Qiangwei immediately felt a tingling sensation crawl up her scalp, an indescribable feeling filled her heart, as if a current charged straight to her head, making her soul flutter, her whole body soft and weak, floating in the air.

Is this what kissing feels like?

It feels... so good!

Wu Qiangwei's body felt limp, and somehow she found herself turned over by Song Guanchao, lying on the bed.

His strong body pressed down on her, the intense masculine hormones nearly suffocating her.

A warm current flowed in her lower abdomen, a strong desire arose in her body.

Song Guanchao took hold of her lips, wrapped around her tongue, greedily capturing, exchanging saliva.

His hands roamed over her body, from her shoulders to her slender waist, then down to her thighs, finally back up again, grasping the peaks aroused by passion.

He pinched the two erect cherries, gently rubbing and twisting them.

The tingling sensation made Wu Qiangwei shiver.

Song Guanchao used his knee to push open her beautiful legs, gradually adjusting his position, seeking the right spot.

Then, he moved slowly, against the already drenched thin panties, gliding down over the buds.

The thin panties blocked the final advance.

Regardless, Song Guanchao remained surging with emotion.

He grabbed her thighs, drawing them together, then threaded a hand around her waist, pulling her body tightly against his.

Another hand grasped her supple chest, squeezing until it deformed.

His strong waist moved rhythmically.

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei found herself in a daze, her tongue responding slightly, immersed in the maddening entanglement.

After a long embrace and entanglement, Song Guanchao suddenly stopped.

Once her body calmed down a bit, he took off her nightdress, kissing her cheeks, chin, and neck.

His tongue wandered all over, reaching the peaks, teasing the cherries, then wrapping around and sucking fiercely, making her shiver.

He continued downward, kissing her contracting and rising abdomen under the stimulation, and finally came to her garden.

Wu Qiangwei seemed to guess what he wanted to do and suddenly felt a bit of panic.

She instinctively wanted to stop him, but immediately realized she was pretending to sleep.

So she could only bite her teeth and endure it.

Song Guanchao pinched the sides of her panties, treating it like a piece of artwork, and gradually pulled them down from her waist.

Though he couldn't see, he could smell the fragrance.

He tossed the removed panties aside, lifted her pert buttocks, and kissed fiercely.

The pristine budding flower, tender like an infant's skin, holy and pure, fragrant and enticing.

Song Guanchao kissed passionately, his tongue gently teasing the slightly raised spot.

Suddenly, Wu Qiangwei's body twitched.

His movements turned from gentle to rough, urgently placing her legs on his shoulders, his head plunging in, tasting the tender shyness.

At the moment of his exploration, Wu Qiangwei felt her body floating, unable to resist opening her lips, striving not to make a sound.

She gripped the sheets firmly, her toes stiff on the legs he held on his shoulders.

Time seemed lost at this moment; she didn't know when Song Guanchao would stop, until he climbed back onto her, startling her awake.

What was he going to do?

No, she wasn't ready yet!

But Song Guanchao was already at the door.

Wu Qiangwei was a bit scared, worried that he might lose control and come in.

In this mix of excitement and worry, her body became exceptionally sensitive.

Several times she felt an urge to lose control.

Making her feel so ashamed.

Finally, Song Guanchao stopped.

Wu Qiangwei's wildly beating heart felt slightly assured.

Thankfully, he didn't get carried away.

Wu Qiangwei's heart was warmed.

Actually, if Song Guanchao really lost control moments ago, she couldn't have done much.

But he didn't do that.

He showed restraint.

And she knew clearly that Song Guanchao certainly knew she wasn't asleep.

The two of them were just tacitly aware, without exposing it.

In such circumstances, his self-control is a kind of respect for her.

After all, to her, the first time is something important, and she didn't want to give it up so casually.

After catching his breath, Song Guanchao climbed off her.

Once he left, Wu Qiangwei finally removed her mask, lying there without moving.

Although Song Guanchao had been the active one, her legs felt limp, the entire body drained, as if she had run over ten kilometers.

The next morning.

When Song Guanchao got up, he saw Wu Qiangwei already sitting on the sofa.

Today, she didn't go for her morning run.

Both maintained a natural expression, not mentioning the events of the previous night, as if it were just a dream.

After dropping her at the City Committee, Song Guanchao didn't get out of the car, heading directly to Zhujiang District Substation.

He arrived relatively early, and when he did, only Captain Shi, Wu Yun, Jiang Yiren, and a few junior officers from the substation were there.

They waited until around nine-thirty for the deputy directors to arrive.

"Captain Shi?"

"District Chief Song?"

Seeing these two, the deputy directors were quite surprised.

Their expressions were displeased.

It's known that City Committee and Municipal Government leaders typically arrive to work half an hour early.

Though these deputy directors aren't expected to arrive early, they shouldn't be late, right?

As it turns out, none of the three deputy directors arrived on time.

"Prepare for the meeting later."

Captain Shi said, taking out his phone to call Director You, asking when he would come over.

"Director You, where are you?"

"At the substation."

"Oh? I'm at the substation too."

"Ah? You… cough cough, well, I'm almost there."

"We'll start the meeting in ten minutes."

Captain Shi hung up the phone after saying this.

"District Chief Song, I'll head to the conference room first."

"Alright."

After he left, Song Guanchao dialed Secretary Wang's number.

"Secretary Wang, Secretary Wu has told you, right?"

"He has," Secretary Wang replied, "I'm on my way and will arrive in about ten minutes."

"Alright, once you're here, wait for me in the substation lobby."

He put away his phone, heading directly to the meeting room.

Inside were Song Guanchao, Wu Yun, Jiang Yiren, Captain Shi, and those three deputy directors.

Song Guanchao checked the time; it was already nine fifty-seven.

It was almost ten, but Director You still hadn't arrived.

The three deputy directors had long noticed something was off, secretly grateful that while they were late, not as outrageously as Director You.

They wondered what these two intended to discuss in the meeting.

"Squeak."

The meeting room door suddenly opened—it was Director You.

Entering, he said, "Sorry, there was traffic, caused some delay."

Just as he was about to sit down, Song Guanchao said, "Director You, don't bother sitting, just stand there."

These words surprised the three deputy directors, and Director You was startled, quickly putting away any apology, complaining in tone, "District Chief Song, what do you mean by this?"

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