Official Career Storm

Chapter 1553 1553

This wasn't their first intimate contact, but it was the first while they were fully awake.

Under the thin T-shirt, the full, juicy breasts pressed down on his firm chest, becoming misshapen.

Song Guanchao's large hands pressed against her jeans, grabbing and kneading her buttocks to the fullest.

He restrained himself from going further, mainly worried that she might not be able to accept that level of intimacy.

You have to eat meals one bite at a time; taking a slow, steady approach is the way to go.

Jumping straight to the stomach might ruin a good thing.

He lifted her buttocks against the wall, freeing one hand to caress her neck, inching down to her waist, then slipping beneath the T-shirt to grasp the rule-breaking fullness with only a thin layer of underwear in between.

Wu Qiangwei was like a puddle of soft mud; her delicate body under the clothes seemed to catch fire.

It was unclear how long they kissed before Song Guanchao finally stopped, pressing his forehead to hers, their lips still wet with each other's saliva.

Wu Qiangwei's eyes were half-open, meeting his gaze at an unprecedented close distance.

The overwhelming shyness made her heart panic like a little rabbit jumping around wildly.

Wu Qiangwei suddenly pushed him away, quickly straightening her clothes.

There wasn't much to straighten; her jeans were completely intact, and he hadn't undone or pulled down the button or zipper.

It was just that her T-shirt was a bit ruffled, and her underwear was somewhat out of place.

Without saying a word, she turned around, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, and rushed inside.

"Heh heh."

Song Guanchao walked over and shouted at the door, "Sleep early, I'm leaving."

"Phew~"

Wu Qiangwei leaned against the door, gently patting her chest, her heart still pounding furiously.

"I saw it, you know." A voice suddenly rang out, startling Wu Qiangwei.

It was only then she noticed that the living room light was on.

The speaker was a woman, sitting beside the dining area, her legs crossed beneath a tight black skirt that seemed ready to burst.

"Why are you here?" Wu Qiangwei asked, surprised to see Bai Ruyi.

"You were clearly dazed by the kiss; I told you I was coming over tonight."

Bai Ruyi rolled her eyes, then smiled mischievously, "You've lost your first kiss."

Wu Qiangwei said shyly, "You were spying!"

"Who was spying?" Bai Ruyi said. "You two were making so much noise outside, I thought there was a burglar. But when I went to check, I found you two kissing in the hallway. Tsk, you didn't even push him away."

"I..."

"Alright, alright, no need to explain. Go take a wash, or you'll feel sticky and uncomfortable."

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei had none of the mayor's image and composure as she rushed inside, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the shower.

As she bathed under the water, thinking about the kiss and embrace with Song Guanchao, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

And involuntarily, her body reacted.

"Bastard!"

Wu Qiangwei muttered under her breath.

Despite her cursing, she wasn't angry.

The first kiss was wonderful.

Moreover, Song Guanchao hadn't gone too far.

Overall, the experience was quite pleasant.

However, she was troubled by her body's persistent reaction, something that had never happened before.

She felt conflicted, regretting that Song Guanchao hadn't gone a bit further, even just to tease lightly.

Yet she was also pleased with his restraint, showing that he wasn't merely after her body.

...

Song Guanchao came out of the shower just as his phone screen lit up.

"What are you doing?" Liang Jiajia.

"Thinking about you," Song Guanchao replied, sprawling on the sofa, teasing, "My spear can't wait any longer!"

"Pfft, you pervert."

"Heh heh, come over, I have a gift for you."

"What gift?"

"You'll know when you get here."

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door; Liang Jiajia had arrived.

"Next time, just come in, no need to knock."

Song Guanchao took her canvas bag, saying.

"This is your place, not mine." Liang Jiajia spoke with some slight resentment, kicking off her shoes before being swept into his arms.

"Smack," a slap landed on her buttocks from Song Guanchao.

"What do you mean 'your place, my place'? You sound like you want a spanking."

Carrying her to the sofa, Song Guanchao retrieved a shopping bag from beside it. "See if you like this."

"What's this?" Liang Jiajia curiously took out a handbag from the shopping bag.

The creamy leather and elegant, sophisticated design featured a subtle logo in the center of the top section.

Liang Jiajia's eyes sparkled with joy as she looked at the bag.

But soon, she pouted, "Why waste money, I don't usually need this."

Though she said this, it was evident she liked it very much, not letting go of it once it was in her hands.

Song Guanchao placed her on his lap, fondling the soft flesh on her thighs and waist, "When won't you need it? You're a detective, not a prison guard."

"Being a cop is just work. You need it off duty too."

"Stop using that canvas bag from now on."

Despite her tomboyish habit of wearing tactical pants and oversized T-shirts, Liang Jiajia was still a woman at heart. She liked bags, cosmetics, and pretty dresses.

And Song Guanchao preferred seeing her in more feminine clothes, which made her appear more striking in contrast.

This contrast fueled his desires even more.

After examining the bag for a long time, Liang Jiajia put it down, jumped off his lap, and untied the band from her ponytail. "I'm going to take a shower."

She cheerfully walked to the bathroom.

As the sound of water started, Song Guanchao sprang from the sofa, turning the door handle, "Back massage service is here."

Liang Jiajia's lips curled into a smile, "Who needs you for a back massage?"

Song Guanchao chuckled, moving forward to hug her from behind, biting her earlobe, "Then I won't massage your back, I'll massage you."

Saying this, he squeezed her abundance with one hand, sliding the other hand downward along her tight stomach, finding its way between her legs.

He pinched Liang Jiajia's chin, bringing her lips to his, leaning down to capture them.

Soon, soft moans and the sound of intense collisions intertwined.

...

"Gift?"

Late at night, after chatting with Bai Ruyi for a while and nearing bedtime, she finally took out the gift Song Guanchao had given her.

About a twenty-centimeter square box, tied with a ribbon.

Untying the ribbon and opening the lid, a photo appeared.

She picked up the photo, her mouth twitching hard.

The photo was of Song Guanchao.

And he was shirtless, flexing his arms to show off his muscles.

Wu Qiangwei had thought he would give her jewelry like a necklace or bracelet, but it turned out to be a photo.

Wait, there was something else besides the photo.

She set the photo down and looked at the other contents of the box, immediately blushing.

A minimal piece of underwear, and a palm-sized red belly band...