Chapter 1777
Sun Jiajun was panting heavily, his chest still rising and falling violently.
Probably because of indulgence, his anxious mood was eased, and he briefly explained the situation to her.
This wasn’t any secret, even if he didn’t say it now, Shi Qin would eventually find out.
After hearing his account, Shi Qin’s eyes widened.
"Director Song actually offended the inspector." Shi Qin tried to control her emotions and tone.
Sun Jiajun responded with a hum, his mind on the things Zhang Yan had said the last time.
Zhang Yan had suggested he meet Director Zhang of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission. He hadn’t gone yet, and it seemed he needed to find some time to meet Zhang Jie.
As for Lin He, he figured he couldn’t rely on him anymore in the future.
...
The dinner ended, and after seeing Leader Hong off, Song Guanchao glanced at the car Wu Ming drove over, lowered his voice, and said, "I’ll go home and take a shower first, then I’ll come find you."
Wu Qiangwei knew well why he was looking for her, and said, "It’s late, I need to sleep."
"Let’s sleep together." Song Guanchao tossed out this sentence that made her heart race, and walked toward the parking lot.
Wu Qiangwei’s heart was both panicked and confused. Her relationship with Song Guanchao couldn’t be closer, except for that one step, they’d done everything.
What was missing, was an opportunity.
She had a little to drink that night, was slightly tipsy, her senses were heightened, and she was in a pretty good state.
"Sis, get in the car." Wu Ming’s car pulled up outside the restaurant, and he called out.
Wu Qiangwei got into the car, and as they were on the road, she suddenly said, "Cigarette."
"What?"
"Cigarette!"
"You want to smoke?" Wu Ming pointed to the center console.
Wu Qiangwei lit one, took a puff, and calmed her excited feelings.
Wu Ming slowed the car down, glanced at his older sister out of the corner of his eye: "Sis, what’s up? Did your chat with Leader Hong not go well?"
"It went well."
"Then you..."
"Shut up, and just drive the car properly."
"..." If she doesn’t want to be asked, then she won’t be.
...
At ten in the evening.
Song Guanchao, after taking a shower, walked to the apartment building where Wu Qiangwei lived.
Coming out of the elevator, he stood outside the door, didn’t knock, but sent Wu Qiangwei a message: "Open the door."
Wu Qiangwei had already showered, wearing very conservative long pajamas, covered tightly.
Song Guanchao’s message made her, who was nervously waiting, jump, and she stiffly moved to the door.
She reached the door, took a deep breath, grabbed the handle, and opened the door.
The door slowly opened, and Wu Qiangwei’s figure was reflected in Song Guanchao’s eyes.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders, the tips of her hair in front of her forehead and cheeks were still a bit damp, her cheeks were pink like peaches, her brows and eyes hiding a shy attempt at calm, met his gaze for a second, then she immediately turned and walked to the living room, knowingly asking, "Why are you here so late?"
Song Guanchao looked at her with a stiff back because of nerves, suppressed his amusement, didn’t tease her, and seriously said, "To discuss something important with you."
Wu Qiangwei threw her body onto the sofa, relaxed a little, and asked, "What?"
Song Guanchao walked over and didn’t keep his distance, but sat right next to her.
The sofa was very soft, and as his weight sunk it down immediately, Wu Qiangwei felt her body lean toward his.
When she realized it, she was already leaning on Song Guanchao’s shoulder, and his arm naturally encircled her waist.
"You..." Wu Qiangwei’s pupils trembled with panic, just as she uttered a sound, she saw Song Guanchao’s face rapidly enlarging in her vision.
The next second, Song Guanchao kissed her.
His strong masculine scent made her momentarily breathless.
Song Guanchao’s arm around her waist tightened, pulling her close to him.
Wu Qiangwei’s body softened for a few seconds, then she hugged him.
Her delicate body seemed frail, feeling weak and fragile against Song Guanchao’s strong physique.
Song Guanchao’s kiss grew increasingly fiery, his large hands roamed her graceful waist, lifting her onto himself.
Then he grabbed her firm bottom, gripping firmly.
Her thin pajama pants crumpled, her body trembled, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Song Guanchao slowly stood up, and she clung to him like a baby sloth.
He pulled off his pants, kicked them aside, and turned to the bedroom.
Halfway there, Wu Qiangwei suddenly said softly, "Close the door."
Song Guanchao paused, confused.
Wu Qiangwei’s gaze was full of embarrassment, almost dripping with shyness: "Lock the door."
Song Guanchao understood, carrying her back to the door, Wu Qiangwei patted his shoulder, "Put me down."
He put down Wu Qiangwei, her legs buckled a little, she lowered her head as she walked into the bedroom first.
When Song Guanchao locked the door and got to the room, he found that the light was already off.
Walking to the bed, Wu Qiangwei’s little head poked out.
He grinned, lifting the blanket, and slipped in.
Just as he embraced Wu Qiangwei, Song Guanchao was shocked to find she was already undressed!
Was she worried I’d get too excited later and tear her pajamas?
His heart surged, cupping her face, he indulged in a deep, wet kiss.
Kissing, soon they were bare without reservation.
Song Guanchao climbed onto her, pressed down, raised his face, panting as he looked at her.
Though he didn’t speak, Wu Qiangwei understood his meaning, and lightly nodded, uttering an "Mm" sound.
She was ready.
And now it was Song Guanchao’s turn to be nervous.
He, a veteran of romance, was suddenly as inexperienced as a young boy, somewhat at a loss.
His throat moved, and without rushing or fumbling, he once again captured her sweet lips, savoring her delicate tongue.
His strong waist moved gently and rhythmically against her.
Until her increasingly heated breaths filled his ears, Song Guanchao grasped her supple waist, slowly, gradually lowering his.
"Mmm~"
Wu Qiangwei let out a soft sound tinged with a hint of pain, her delicate body tensed abruptly.
A few seconds later, she felt herself held tightly in Song Guanchao’s embrace, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.
She could distinctly feel the intensity of Song Guanchao’s emotions within him.
Under the covers, their bodies moving, the blanket was lifted high.
The motion of Song Guanchao’s body, combined with Wu Qiangwei’s stifled murmurs.
Time passed unknowingly; her murmurs transformed into sounds of pleasure, weaving with Song Guanchao’s heavy breathing into a melody.
Time slipped away unnoticed, and finally, Song Guanchao stopped.
The quiet room filled only with their synchronized breathing.
"You... didn’t wear one?" Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked.
This question flustered Song Guanchao; he shook his head dumbfounded, "No."
"Bastard!" Wu Qiangwei bit his shoulder in protest.
Song Guanchao winced in pain, gritting his teeth.
After a few seconds, Wu Qiangwei softly huffed, "Get off!"
Song Guanchao didn’t answer, just chuckled.
Wu Qiangwei was about to push him, but then realized he was starting to move again. She paused, speaking in a voice full of shame, "No, stop!"
Song Guanchao still didn’t answer, instead lightly thrusting his hips.
"Ah~" Wu Qiangwei cried out softly, mouth agape, as Song Guanchao lowered his head, kissing her, giving no chance for refusal.
After a few seconds, the sounds of intimacy resumed.