Song Guanchao lay in bed, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

He grabbed his phone and checked the time, it was past ten.

He sat up from bed, looked towards the door, hesitated for a few seconds, then got up to go out.

Qu Xiangru's door was tightly shut, and he didn't know if it was locked from the inside.

He didn't try to open it, just paced back and forth outside.

After about ten minutes, with a creak, Qu Xiangru's door opened.

"Not sleeping yet?"

"Got a bit of a headache, can't sleep."

Song Guanchao's mischievous eyes were darting around her.

Although Qu Xiangru wasn't as old as Lin Min, there are some women who are naturally charming and captivating, with every smile and gesture full of mature allure.

She was one such woman.

"Come in, I'll give you a rub."

Qu Xiangru turned around to go inside, and Song Guanchao's eyes brightened as he quickly followed her in.

She sat down against the headboard and patted her legs: "Lie down."

Song Guanchao obediently lay down.

The room smelled lovely, and the blanket was imbued with her fragrance.

The legs beneath his head were soft, making his mind swirl.

Her small hand lightly massaged the spot where he was hurt.

As she continued to press it, Song Guanchao grabbed her hand.

His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, stared straight at her.

Even from this angle, Qu Xiangru's face was flawless.

He sat up from her thigh, saying nothing, inching closer to her face.

Qu Xiangru's face remained calm, but the breath she exhaled still made Song Guanchao feel that she was somewhat nervous inside.

Song Guanchao tilted his head and pecked her lips lightly, then kissed her cheek, extending his tongue to wrap her earlobe.

Qu Xiangru's delicate body began to tremble.

He gently held her shoulder, like caressing a piece of art, his rough palms sliding down from the smooth nightgown along the collarbone, inch by inch until he cupped her breasts.

He slipped the strap of her nightgown from her arm, letting the smooth garment slide down.

Even in the dark room, this body was so fair.

He cupped her bosom, lowered his head to suck it, his tongue gently teasing and swirling.

Her breathing became heavier, yet she still pressed her lips together to make no sound.

Her restrained reserve made Song Guanchao even more eager for her to cry out.

He picked her up, placed her on his thigh, and hugged her from behind.

One hand kneaded back and forth on her breasts, while another hand snuck between her tightly pressed thighs, exploring that mysterious place.

His mouth wasn't idle either, now kissing her earlobe, now kissing her neck.

"Mmm hmm~"

Finally, Qu Xiangru let out a sound.

The cry was like unlocking Song Guanchao's shackles, and his actions suddenly became spirited.

In no time at all, Qu Xiangru was laying on the bed.

Song Guanchao hunched over her, kissing her from top to bottom, finally parting her jade-like legs and burying his head in between.

"Ah, ah~"

Qu Xiangru's expression became dreamy, her faint gasps pairing with her melodious voice, striking Song Guanchao like a whip.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; as Qu Xiangru entered the mood, she wholeheartedly enjoyed the pleasures he brought her.

Song Guanchao climbed upon her, cupping her small face, admiring her slowly furrowing brows and the expression of pain mingled with pleasure as he gradually sunk his body.

At the moment he plunged to the depth, the subtle changes deep inside her were especially felt.

Song Guanchao let out a satisfying breath, grabbing her lips, entwining her tongue.

Song Guanchao was still in training, and he returned this time also to attend Liang Hao's celebration banquet.

Additionally, with Saturday the next day, there was no need to work.

So, this night was exceptionally wild.

However, early the next morning, when the dawn was barely breaking, he was pushed awake by Qu Xiangru.

He looked at her dazed, and Qu Xiangru said, "You ought to return."

"Hmm?"

Song Guanchao grabbed her phone and looked at it, it was only past five.

He was even more confused.

Qu Xiangru said, "This is the City Committee's compound."

The implication was that he should leave while there was no one around so as not to be seen.

Although the chances were low, there's always a possibility of being discovered.

However, Song Guanchao paid no mind, throwing the phone away, and closing his eyes to continue sleeping.

Qu Xiangru frowned: "Stop sleeping."

"I'm sleepy."

He wasn't bothered by being discovered.

But the next second, he suddenly inhaled and sat up straight from the bed.

Looking down, he saw red marks on his arm where Qu Xiangru pinched him.

"Get up."

"No, I haven't slept enough."

"Sleep at your own home."

"I'll sleep right here," Song Guanchao said, "If you don't let me sleep, I'll continue to mess with you."

Qu Xiangru remained silent.

Having been messed with all night, she was a bit exhausted.

Luckily, she didn't have much to do today, otherwise, she might not be able to get up during the day.

Seeing his unreasonable behavior, Qu Xiangru sighed and gave him a hard kick.

Song Guanchao reached out, pulled her into his arms, kneeled, and spread her legs before flipping and pinning her down.

Qu Xiangru was about to speak when her mouth was blocked by him.

Only moments later, the sleepiness completely vanished, replaced by gradually kindling desire.

Moaning sounds soon filled the entire room again.

Feeling the young and strong body on top of her, Qu Xiangru felt somewhat helpless.

This scoundrel seemed to want to make up for the time apart.

...

Upon waking, it was already eleven in the morning.

Song Guanchao opened his eyes, Qu Xiangru had already left.

He grabbed his phone, there were a few missed calls and messages.

After returning a call and checking the messages, Song Guanchao washed his face and brushed his teeth, leaving the government compound.

This place was close to the City Committee, he headed to a nearby restaurant he often frequented, dialing Wu Yun's number on the way.

The two hadn't met face-to-face in a long time, usually keeping in touch by phone or WeChat.

"Finished work yet?"

"What's up?"

"Treat you to a meal."

"You're back?" Wu Yun's tone was excited.

Song Guanchao had just ordered, when Wu Yun arrived, she cheerfully pushed open the door and, seeing the familiar figure, disregarded the presence of the server and ran directly into his arms.

"You rascal, I haven't seen you in forever!"

Wu Yun's face was filled with longing, staring at his face for a long while, she said, "Luckily, no scars."

She knew Song Guanchao had become a hero for saving people in a fire, and stayed in the hospital for a while, worried he got burned.

"I've already told you, I just inhaled a bit of smoke, cooperated for publicity, that's why I stayed longer; otherwise, I would've been discharged on the same day."

"Hmph, always trying to show off."

"Alright, come down now."

"No, let me hug you a little longer."

Wu Yun wrapped her arms around his neck and refused to let go.

The server wisely left the private room, leaving the space to the two young people.

As soon as the server left, Wu Yun suddenly twisted her hips and teased, "You're reacting~~"

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