"I never interfere in Secretary Song's private life."

Wu Qiangwei smiled gently, showing no sign of concern.

"You all discuss slowly, I'll go get your clothes."

As soon as she entered the room, Qu Xiangru took her hand away.

However, Song Guanchao grabbed her waist and kissed her lips forcefully several times.

Qu Xiangru grabbed his hand, trying to pull it away, but Song Guanchao held on too tight.

"Why, you just asked me to wipe your back, and now you won't let me touch you?" Song Guanchao applied a bit more pressure, and their bodies pressed tightly together.

Qu Xiangru kept looking back at the room and whispered, "Let go."

"Remember, you asked me to stay, wait for me in the room tonight."

Song Guanchao whispered, and Qu Xiangru's body trembled lightly, suddenly feeling a little regretful.

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei came out of the room, and Song Guanchao had already let go, while Qu Xiangru also walked over, took the pajamas from her hands, and entered the bathroom.

Wu Qiangwei walked over and handed him another set of men's pajamas, coldly stating, "Why didn't you go in to wipe her back?"

"..."

Song Guanchao was speechless: "Secretary Qu was just joking, she dared to ask me, but I don't have that kind of audacity."

"Secretary, sit, let me massage your shoulders."

He diligently grabbed her shoulders, pressed her onto the sofa, stood behind her, and squeezed her slender soft shoulders.

"Secretary, do you want me to wipe your back later?"

"Shut up!"

Wu Qiangwei blushed deeply.

"Yes, I'll shut up."

Song Guanchao chuckled, feeling the tenderness and softness of the shoulders in his palms.

From this angle, he could catch a glimpse of the landscape inside her neckline.

He wondered what the sensation was like under the clothes.

He kept massaging until the sound of water stopped, then Song Guanchao stopped.

The two women were of similar height, and Qu Xiangru wearing her pajamas didn't look out of place.

Only that the pajamas were slightly thin, she hadn't dried the water off her body completely, and some parts of the pajamas became slightly transparent due to the moisture.

Faintly, the outline of her underwear was visible.

The contours of her uplifted hips were also quite clear.

Song Guanchao watched his nose, then watched his mind, remaining composed.

"Secretary Qu, you'll sleep in that room tonight." Wu Qiangwei pointed to one of the rooms.

"Okay."

Qu Xiangru stood in front of the mirror, using a hairdryer to dry her hair.

Wu Qiangwei went to get clean clothes and entered the bathroom.

Once the sound of water started, Qu Xiangru, who was drying her hair, saw Song Guanchao walking towards her.

Despite appearing calm on the surface, her heart was racing.

She knew what Song Guanchao intended to do.

But Wu Qiangwei was right in there, merely a door away.

This bastard, is he really that bold?

As she was lost in thought, Song Guanchao already reached her back.

Qu Xiangru put down the hairdryer and looked back at him, "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by Song Guanchao.

She glanced nervously at the bathroom door beside her.

Song Guanchao, however, didn't seem to care, even if Wu Qiangwei suddenly came out, he didn't seem to mind, focusing solely on kissing her.

The sleepwear on her body was swiftly breached by Song Guanchao, her perky chest being kneaded like dough, handled quite roughly.

Suddenly, he unclasped the button, revealing her ample bust, which he promptly bit into.

The sensation was akin to an electric shock, causing Qu Xiangru to nearly cry out; she bit her lip hard, stubbornly suppressing her body's reactions.

Maybe it had been too long since she had been intimate with Song Guanchao, or perhaps it was the fact that Wu Qiangwei was just a door away.

In any event, she felt her body was more sensitive than ever.

Just his touch, just his kiss, and she was already awash with sensation.

Song Guanchao turned her around, pulled down her pajama pants, grabbed her waist, and lifted her hips upward.

Qu Xiangru hurriedly resisted, reaching a hand back to push against his abdomen.

She turned her head, showing a look of panic for the first time.

Although she didn't speak, her eyes clearly conveyed the message, "No!"

Were it not for the constant hum of the hairdryer, with their movements, Wu Qiangwei inside would have already noticed.

But even with the sound of the hairdryer covering them, she couldn't allow Song Guanchao to take things further.

Her body was overly sensitive at that moment; she feared if Song Guanchao entered her, she'd be unable to stifle cries.

Nevertheless, Song Guanchao's grip was like iron, pinning her waist, her round, uplifted hips raised high, the tender skin glistening with a wet sheen.

Song Guanchao pressed his waist closer and then gently sank and thrust forward.

In that instant, Qu Xiangru felt as if all her bones turned to jelly, her body nearly collapsing onto the sink.

She clenched the edge of the sink with her hands, one small foot lifting, legs straightened at the back forming a line, inner thigh muscles taut.

She pressed her cherry lips tight, forcibly suppressing any sound.

But the deep satisfaction and fullness brought her instantly to a peak, liquid pleasure cascading down her inner thigh.

Her body shuddered unconsciously, her buttocks quivering like waves.

Her intense reaction didn't leave Song Guanchao unaffected either.

He clasped her slender waist, highly alert, ears attuned to any noise from the bathroom.

Then, he withdrew, thrusting back in again deeply.

Qu Xiangru's grip on the sink turned pale with exertion, her lips nearly bitten through.

Her lifted calf kicked higher with each impact.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

But Song Guanchao did not cease.

Qu Xiangru pushed him hard, but Song Guanchao only sped up.

She almost heard Wu Qiangwei's footsteps in slippers approaching the door, closer and closer!

Her heart almost leaped to her throat.

Finally.

Song Guanchao halted.

Maintaining their close embrace for a mere two seconds, he quickly withdrew, helped her pull her pajamas up, and swiftly turned to walk towards the sofa.

Nearly at the same moment Song Guanchao sat down, the bathroom door opened.

Wu Qiangwei glanced at Qu Xiangru, who was still drying her hair, noting something odd in her posture.

Moreover, she couldn't tell if it was just her imagination.

She felt Qu Xiangru's complexion seemed better, glowing with vitality.

She came into the living room and said to Song Guanchao, "You can go wash."

"Okay."

As Song Guanchao picked up his pajamas, passing Qu Xiangru, his right hand pinched her buttocks.

Qu Xiangru pursed her lips, feeling increasingly regretful, thinking she shouldn't have suggested he stay!

When Song Guanchao emerged from the bathroom, Qu Xiangru had already returned to her room.

Wu Qiangwei came out of another room: "I've made up the bed for you."

Her gaze was suddenly drawn to Song Guanchao's groin, realizing something swaying there, reminding her of what he'd said earlier.

He hadn't brought a change of underwear, so obviously, he was bare beneath his pajama pants.

Wu Qiangwei nonchalantly averted her eyes, saying, "Sleep early."

After she left, Song Guanchao lay on the bed, occasionally glancing at the time.

He waited until eleven at night.

He got out of bed and moved to the door of Qu Xiangru's room, gently grasping the doorknob, taking care not to make a sound, and slowly pressing it down.