The sudden sound of the door opening made Qu Xiangru freeze for two seconds.

Instinctively, she covered her chest with a towel and placed a hand over her legs.

Only then did she raise her head to look at the door.

Seeing it was Song Guanchao, she was stunned.

"Ahem, continue."

Song Guanchao hurriedly moved to close the door, but Qu Xiangru said, "Come in."

"Huh?"

"Come in." Qu Xiangru's voice was icy, showing no fluctuation in tone.

Song Guanchao hesitated for a moment, but still walked in.

His eyes didn't wander; he kept his head turned, looking at the wall.

Seeing him deliberately avoiding his gaze, Qu Xiangru slowly put down the towel and began wiping her body with hot water, asking, "When did you get back?"

"Just now."

"Did you solve the problem?"

"Yes."

"Having solved it, what are you back for?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

"What about?"

"I'll tell you after you're done wiping."

Qu Xiangru responded with an "mm," and continued wiping herself carefully.

Her eyes stayed on him.

She keenly noticed a change in Song Guanchao's pants.

Recalling last night's scene, her heart couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

She helped him three times with her mouth.

When she got up this morning, her cheeks felt a bit sore.

That feeling was hard to describe.

For her, who had never had overly intimate encounters with a man, any physical closeness was fresh and exciting.

A few minutes later, she was done wiping, and Song Guanchao heard the rustling of clothes being worn.

A few more minutes passed before Qu Xiangru said, "You can turn around now."

Song Guanchao turned to see she had changed into jeans and a shirt.

The shirt bore traces of blood and a bullet cut between the waist and chest.

Just as he was about to speak, Qu Xiangru approached and said, "Come with me."

In the living room, she glanced at Zhu Qiushui, who was eating, and then walked straight outside.

Song Guanchao was puzzled; were they going out?

Downstairs, Qu Xiangru marched ahead without saying where they were headed, so Song Guanchao quickly caught up and walked alongside her.

Exiting the alley, she hailed a taxi and sat in the passenger seat.

Song Guanchao followed her into the back, and just after closing the door, he heard her tell the driver in fluent English: "Lan Gui Fang."

This place was very close to Lan Gui Fang, and though it was late nearing dawn, the street was still bustling, yet the roads were clear. In just over twenty minutes, the car stopped at Lan Gui Fang.

This is a famous nightlife area in Hong Kong Island's Central District, renowned worldwide for its vibrant bars and restaurants.

As soon as they got out, the colorful lights and sounds of revelry surrounded them, with young men and women from around the world gathering joyously.

The atmosphere of an international city's nightlife hit them right in the face.

Song Guanchao thought to himself, is this woman hungry and stepping out to feast?

However, a few minutes later, he saw her walk into a bar.

He stepped forward and grabbed her: "Is your fever gone?"

Qu Xiangru shifted from cold indifference to a seductive smile, placing his hand on her forehead: "Feel it, has it gone down?"

"It's gone."

"That's good, keep me company for a drink."

Qu Xiangru grabbed his hand and led him inside.

Song Guanchao found it hard to understand this woman's mood, but he couldn't leave her here alone without worry.

They selected a booth, and Qu Xiangru ordered two cocktails.

The waiter brought the cocktails and a fruit platter, and Qu Xiangru lifted her glass, tilting her head to look at him.

The flashing multicolored ambient lights served as a backdrop, making her long hair appear jet black and straight. Although she had no makeup on, her lips were naturally rosy and her cheeks as white as cream.

With those mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes, she emitted irresistible charm.

Song Guanchao picked up his glass and clinked it against hers, downing it all in one gulp.

"That's not how you drink." Qu Xiangru chided, ordering another drink.

Then, a handsome young man approached, resting a hand on the table and brushing against Qu Xiangru's arm, speaking in a flirty tone, "Miss, do you mind sharing a drink?"

Qu Xiangru pointed at Song Guanchao: "My boyfriend."

Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow, and the young man looked at him, "Buddy, your girl is quite a beauty, mind if I have a drink with her?"

Song Guanchao gave him a cold glance, and spoke one word: "Scram."

"Heh." The young man chuckled, nodded, and turned away.

Qu Xiangru smiled with crescent eyes: "Looks like he's going to get people, maybe they'll come after you later."

Song Guanchao said, "Then let's leave."

Qu Xiangru shook her head: "No."

"The matter is resolved, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Before tomorrow, I want to take off the mask."

"Right now, I'm not the Executive Deputy Governor, I'm just Qu Xiangru."

Listening to her words, Song Guanchao seemed to see the Qu Xiangru from last night again.

At this moment, Song Guanchao suddenly felt that this woman gave him a very split impression.

As if there were two souls residing within her body.

One was the unapproachable Executive Deputy Governor, the other was the quirky Qu Xiangru.

"I want to drink, I want to drink until I'm unconscious tonight."

"I also want to fight, when I was in school, a classmate bullied me, couldn't do it alone, so she got help. They outnumbered me, and I couldn't win."

Song Guanchao drank quietly, listening to her outpouring.

At this time, the young man who left earlier returned, flanked by three men.

Two of them were blonde and blue-eyed foreigners.

They surrounded them, the young man smiling slyly at Song Guanchao: "Buddy, you just told me to scram?"

Song Guanchao ignored him, downed the second cocktail brought by the waiter, then turned to Qu Xiangru, asking: "Want to fight?"

Qu Xiangru's eyes sparkled, she nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"I'll take you to fight!"

He grabbed a beer from the neighboring table and placed it on theirs.

The two seemed to have a mutual understanding, as without Song Guanchao needing to say anything, she grabbed the beer and smashed it over the young man's head.

"Smash!"

The beer bottle exploded, its contents splattering.

The young man staggered, and Song Guanchao followed up with a slap across his face, sending him tumbling down with his eyes rolled upwards.

His three friends belatedly realized what happened and swung their fists to retaliate.

Song Guanchao dodged sideways, taking them down in a few moves.

The commotion here drew the bar patrons' attention.

They saw a beautiful woman in jeans, with a hole in her shirt's waist, kicking one of the men on the ground hard with her smooth, shapely legs.

As she kicked, she shouted with excitement.

The bartender came over to inquire.

"It's getting hot, let's split!"

Song Guanchao grabbed her wrist, squeezing through the crowd and leaving the bar.

After exiting the bar, Qu Xiangru laughed loudly.

They crossed half the street before stopping; suddenly Qu Xiangru jumped up, hugging him like a sloth, and kissed him on the mouth.

Song Guanchao held her buttocks, responding passionately, using his tongue to part her jelly-like soft lips, prying open her pearly teeth, entwining her tongue, teaching her the art of kissing.

Even in Lan Gui Fang, an open-minded place, their public display of affection on the street attracted quite a few eyes.

Qu Xiangru pulled back from him, her dazzling eyes glowing with fiery heat, panting as she exhaled hot breaths: "I want to sleep with you!"

"Alright!"

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