Song Guanchao kept sneaking glances and suddenly noticed the significant tremor of the twin peaks.

Instinctively, he looked up and met Qu Xiangru's reddened eyes.

He froze for a moment: "Governor Qu, what's wrong?"

Qu Xiangru tightly pursed her lips, and even though he had seen her so openly, she didn't cover her chest.

"Don't you like looking? Look, go ahead, look!"

She threw down her chopsticks and stood up abruptly, beginning to undo her pants.

On this trip to Hong Kong Island, she dressed casually, wearing a pair of fitted skinny jeans.

The peach-shaped hips and full thighs were tightly wrapped by the jeans.

Now, as she pulled down the jeans, her fair skin and the shapely yet not at all flabby hips and legs made Song Guanchao swallow hard.

The black lace underwear sketched out two tempting curves between the waistbands and the lush area, adding a brilliant finishing touch.

He was so entranced that he momentarily forgot about Qu Xiangru's slightly off emotional state.

It wasn't until he saw her belly heaving up and down that Song Guanchao snapped out of it.

He hurriedly grabbed a blanket and draped it over her.

But Qu Xiangru pushed it away indignantly, glaring at him with resentment: "Pretending to be a gentleman!"

"You think I don't know what you're thinking?"

She puffed her chest up and said: "Come on, I'm right here, I took everything off, come at me!"

"This is Hong Kong Island, not the mainland. Even if you keep me here forever, no one would know."

"Do whatever you want!"

Her tone grew more agitated as she spoke, and towards the end, her voice carried a sob.

Tears welled uncontrollably in her eyes, barely held back from falling.

Song Guanchao looked at her with a slight sense of guilt.

Why pick a fight with a woman for no reason?

The main thing is, he didn't expect that Qu Xiangru would be so emotionally fragile inside.

Every time they'd interacted before, she seemed strong and assertive.

Besides, she'd always appeared to be indifferent towards things like chastity.

Now it seems that all that indifference was just an act.

Yes, what woman wouldn't care about her own body?

Song Guanchao felt like he had indeed overstepped.

"Stop messing around, just cover yourself quickly."

Song Guanchao grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her without giving her a chance to refuse.

But Qu Xiangru kept pushing, refusing to let him cover her.

Pushing and shoving, she suddenly hugged Song Guanchao and bit his shoulder hard.

"Tss!"

Song Guanchao winced in pain, instinctively wanting to punch, but managed to hold back.

He forced himself to stand still; after a few seconds, feeling her bite loosen, he said: "I saw you, you bit me, are we even?"

Qu Xiangru remained silent for a long time.

Song Guanchao stepped back a bit and realized her face was already streaked with tears, silently crying.

Seeing her like this, Song Guanchao felt a bit heartbroken and didn't know where to put his hands.

He could only wrap her up with the blanket, apologizing profusely: "This really isn't my fault, you're just too pretty, with such a great figure, anyone would want to steal a few more glances."

"Besides, isn't this because you got hurt?"

"I wasn't trying to bully you, it just happened incidentally."

"If you're really mad, at worst I'll take everything off for you to see too."

"Shut up!" Qu Xiangru hurriedly scolded; she was truly afraid Song Guanchao might strip as well.

Song Guanchao grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears: "Alright, alright, don't cry, eat a bit more. It'll hurt a bit when we stitch you up later, you need to eat something to have the strength to scream."

Qu Xiangru sniffed, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and continued eating.

But this time, she only ate a couple of bites before putting it down.

"Eat some more, the roast goose is quite good."

"Not hungry."

"Come on, you should eat a bit more..."

"I said I'm not hungry!"

"Okay, okay, if you're not hungry, don't eat, I'll eat it myself."

Song Guanchao buried himself in eating.

Ate and drank his fill.

Song Guanchao went to wash his hands, then came back, took out the medical equipment, put on gloves, and said: "Alright, show your wound, don't reveal anything else."

Qu Xiangru lifted the blanket, revealing half of her body.

Those white legs, those ample hips, that slim waist were simply challenging Song Guanchao's willpower.

Fortunately, his resolve was strong enough, otherwise, whatever her injury, he'd just pounce and settle it on the spot.

Taking a deep breath, Song Guanchao steadied himself, lit some alcohol, burned the needle over it, and after letting it cool, said: "I'm going to start, bear with it."

"Okay."

Qu Xiangru was also a bit nervous; she'd been afraid of needles since she was young and now closed her eyes, not daring to watch.

Song Guanchao held the needle with pliers and began stitching her up.

But with the first stitch, she couldn't bear it and trembled, crying out.

The sound was so loud, people outside definitely heard it.

And the key was, her voice was originally pleasing, so this cry sounded like moans of pleasure.

God knows what Lu Feng and the others outside were thinking.

Song Guanchao paused after stitching once and sighed.

He grabbed the blanket and wrapped Qu Xiangru tightly, leaving only the wound exposed.

Then he turned his head and said: "Madman, get in here."

Lu Feng gingerly opened a crack: "Squad leader, should I go buy a condom?"

"..." Song Guanchao was speechless: "Buy a condom for your uncle! Get in here!"

"Uh... is it convenient?"

"I said get in here!"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming in."

Lu Feng entered and saw Song Guanchao sitting there fully clothed by the bed.

Next to him was Qu Xiangru wrapped up like a dumpling.

Lu Feng was awestruck by the sight.

What kind of special ritual is this?

"You stitch her up."

Song Guanchao pointed at the wound.

Lu Feng suddenly realized what was going on.

He walked over, and Song Guanchao moved to Qu Xiangru's head, saying: "You stitch, I'll hold her."

Without anesthesia, and her fear of pain, it was impossible to stitch her up alone.

"Alright."

Lu Feng picked up the pliers and started stitching.

"Ah!" Qu Xiangru began to scream again, her body trembling.

Song Guanchao pressed her arm down, saying: "Hang in there, it'll be quick."

"It hurts!" Qu Xiangru's weak voice was like a kitten, her pained face fully arousing Song Guanchao's protective instincts.

"Ah!"

"No, it hurts, I don't want stitches, it hurts too much!"

Her hands began flailing about.

Song Guanchao quickly held her down.

Underneath the blanket, she wasn't wearing anything. If Lu Feng saw, she'd die of shame.

Seeing her screaming, tears gushing, Song Guanchao directly blocked her mouth with his arm.

As soon as his arm went over, Qu Xiangru bit down hard.

Song Guanchao's face twitched a few times, but he held on.

She bit harder and harder, her shaking intensifying, still resisting, trying to break his hold.

Song Guanchao felt like he was pinning down a stubborn sow awaiting slaughter during the New Year.

"Done!"

Finally, Lu Feng finished stitching.

He tossed the needle aside, glanced once, and said: "Squad leader, I'll head out first."

"Mm."

Lu Feng shut the door as he left, and Song Guanchao said: "All stitched up."

Her mouth slowly released, and when Song Guanchao pulled his arm out, there was still saliva connecting it to her lips.

The neat rows of teeth marks were visible on the pierced skin, with fresh blood oozing out.

"Change into your pajamas and rest well."

Song Guanchao casually grabbed a piece of tissue, wiped away the saliva and blood, and calmly packed up his things and left the room.

Qu Xiangru looked at those teeth marks.

Not just biting out blood, nearly taking the flesh off.

Yet, he remained silent, didn't scold her.

Qu Xiangru's feelings were a bit complicated.

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