Official Career Storm

Chapter 1580 1580

Wu Qiangwei ran into the room and glanced around.

Bai Ruyi was standing by the bed, which was empty, and there was no sign of Song Guanchao.

She paused for a couple of seconds, looking at Bai Ruyi in confusion, and asked, "What are you shouting about?"

She thought Song Guanchao had been caught.

Bai Ruyi pointed to a black object on the bed and a large wet patch in the center of the sheets, then turned around with a mischievous look and said, "You actually played with toys while I was showering."

That black object was indeed Wu Qiangwei's panties.

"I, I…" Wu Qiangwei wanted to explain, but Bai Ruyi said, "Did Song Guanchao bring you back tonight? You two must have been kissing and hugging at the door and couldn't resist his touch, right?"

She picked up Wu Qiangwei's body lotion, glanced at the bed again as she passed by, and teased, "If you want it, just let him give it to you... nothing beats the real thing."

"I didn't…" Wu Qiangwei feebly defended herself.

Bai Ruyi gave her an "I understand" look, took the body lotion, and left the room.

After she left, Wu Qiangwei glanced around, curious about where Song Guanchao was hiding.

She followed Bai Ruyi out, closing the door behind her.

Bai Ruyi leaned on the sofa, her snow-white, long legs crossed, and gently applied lotion to her palms.

She looked at Wu Qiangwei's flushed, embarrassed face, intending to tease her a bit more, but seeing her face made her worry Qiangwei might ignore her.

"Alright, nothing to be shy about. It's a normal physiological need, not a big deal. I play often too."

Then, murmured softly, "Though not in front of you."

Wu Qiangwei blushed even more, "I'm not talking to you, I'm going to sleep."

She stood up and turned back to her room.

Once inside, she still didn't see Song Guanchao.

She whispered, "Where are you?"

"Here," Song Guanchao's voice came from the wardrobe.

She went over, opened the wardrobe, and found Song Guanchao standing inside like a wooden post.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then gave a soft snort and went to sit by the bed.

Song Guanchao poked his head out to confirm she was alone before stepping out.

Knowing Wu Qiangwei had just been teased by Bai Ruyi, he picked up the panties and said, "These aren't mine; you forgot them."

"Stop talking!" Wu Qiangwei glared at him, snatched her panties, and glanced at the wet sheets.

The scene from before seemed vividly in her mind.

The instant rush of pleasure was unforgettable, and every time she thought about it, it left her body limp and weak.

"It's getting late, Mayor, time to retire," Song Guanchao said, almost bursting.

Wu Qiangwei's face was rosy, feeling somewhat at a loss.

She and Song Guanchao had shared a bed before, but always with a reason.

Tonight, however, Song Guanchao had brought it up, making it different.

"You… you should go back later," Wu Qiangwei said.

Go back?

Without a word, Song Guanchao stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed.

"You…"

Wu Qiangwei was both amused and annoyed by his shamelessness.

"Turn off the light."

"No!"

Wu Qiangwei huffed and got up, saying, "I'll sleep with Ru Yi instead, you sleep by yourself."

Just as she was about to go, Song Guanchao grabbed her wrist.

"Don't fuss, let go."

She wriggled a few times but couldn't break free, and Song Guanchao pulled her to his side.

Song Guanchao looked down at her flawless face and asked, "Do you trust me?"

Faced with his earnest, serious eyes, Wu Qiangwei's gaze wandered.

She knew what Song Guanchao meant by trust.

She wasn't worried he would act impulsively; if he said he wouldn't, then he wouldn't.

Still, it felt a little too soon for her.

Song Guanchao let go of her and pulled back the covers on his side.

Wu Qiangwei sat up, saying, "Get up, I want to change the sheets."

"Why change the sheets?"

"…it's wet, not comfortable to sleep on."

"No need to change, it'll get wet again anyway."

His words immediately reignited the emotions she had barely settled.

"Change it, it has to be changed!"

Song Guanchao sprang up from the bed, pulled the blanket off, and yanked the sheet away.

Wu Qiangwei huffed, taking a clean sheet from the wardrobe and changing it.

"Alright, now we can sleep peacefully."

Song Guanchao spread the blanket and lay down again.

Wu Qiangwei gave him a sidelong glance, turned off the light, and pulled the blanket over herself as she lay down on the opposite side.

The queen-sized bed had enough space in the middle for another person.

Wu Qiangwei felt shy, nervous, and embarrassed.

But Song Guanchao wasn't held back by such concerns.

He fully exploited his thick-skinned advantage, his body under the covers scooting over to press against her back.

Wu Qiangwei's delicate body tensed subtly, Song Guanchao's voice deep, "Mayor, do you need a special service?"

"Don't call me Mayor."

"Baby, Weiwei~"

"That's disgusting, shut up." Wu Qiangwei couldn't stand his cheesiness and got a shiver down her spine.

Song Guanchao took the opportunity to place his hand on her hip and said, "The pajamas are a bit in the way, let me help you take them off."

"Don't touch me, I want to sleep."

"Sleeping naked is more comfortable."

"No…"

But her objection seemed more like flirting.

In the end, under Song Guanchao's soft persistence, her pajama pants were removed, as was her top.

However, beneath her pajamas, she still wore a small camisole, which she stubbornly refused to take off regardless of Song Guanchao's persuasion.

When Song Guanchao moved closer again, Wu Qiangwei was startled, "When… when did you take it off?"

She was acutely aware that Song Guanchao was now bare.

Song Guanchao said nothing, but holding her hip, he slightly lifted and let Xiao Song easily slide in, feeling her warmth through the troublesome panties.

He gently rubbed while hooking his fingers on the edge of her panties, "Take them off, or they'll get wet again."

"No."

"I'm just rubbing."

"No way…"

A few minutes later, Song Guanchao succeeded in pulling down her panties too.

Now there remained only a flimsy camisole on her body.

She lay with her back to Song Guanchao, knees bent, waist sunken, and Song Guanchao's arm wrapped around from beneath her neck, reaching into the neckline to grab a breast.

His right forearm pressed against her navel, fingers gently kneading, accompanied by a swaying waist, Wu Qiangwei again experienced the enchanting delight that captivated her.

Song Guanchao leaned down to kiss her neck, her beautiful eyes half-closed, eyelashes fluttering gently, and at this moment, she thought of nothing, emptied her mind completely, fully immersed in bliss.

Her hips were ample and supple, and with each rub and bump from Song Guanchao, her hips quivered like waves.

He maintained a steady rhythm, unhurried, through the long night; this was his and Wu Qiangwei's first time truly sharing the same bed, and he wanted to give her the best experience, make her fall in love with this feeling, to conquer and gradually demolish all barriers between them.

He gently withdrew, gradually turning her body to face him, capturing her lips agape in a natural response with a long, lingering, and passionate kiss, letting her savor the overwhelming physiological pleasure from near-suffocation sensations.

His fingers lightly traced the curve of her back down to her hips and thighs, caressing the sleek line, tenderly exploring the wetness with two fingers.

And at this moment, Wu Qiangwei's body twitched slightly.