Qu Xiangru leaned on the sofa, wearing a disheveled nightgown, her hair equally ssy.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dazed, full of desire.
Her pajama pants had already been pulled halfway down by Song Guanchao, empty underneath.
She wore no underwear.
Having just taken a bath, she had washed her underwear, hanging it in the bathroom to dry.
Under the pajamas, a barren landscape.
The tender pinkness between her legs, making one breathe heavily, now glistening, waiting to be picked.
Song Guanchao was pressing on top of her, his pocket was unbuttoned, and his trousers had also been pulled down.
Only a few steps away from that final step.
Just then, Wu Qiangwei, who was in the shower, suddenly opened the door.
In Song Guanchao's mind, there was only one thought — finished!
If Wu Qiangwei saw, he didn't know how he would face her.
"Song Guanchao." Wu Qiangwei's voice ca from the bathroom, snapping Song Guanchao, whose whole body stiffened, back to reality.
Although she had opened the door, she didn't co out!
He hurriedly let go of Qu Xiangru and quickly pulled up his pants: "Secretary, what's the matter?"
"I forgot to take my underwear, could you please bring it to ?" Wu Qiangwei's voice carried a hint of embarrassnt.
Song Guanchao's mind was dizzy for two seconds.
She wants to get her underwear?
He felt sothing was off.
Not to ntion that with Wu Qiangwei's attention to detail, it was unlikely she would forget to take her underwear before showering.
Even if she did forget, why call him?
Qu Xiangru was still at ho.
She was more suitable than him.
However, he didn't have ti to think too much, imdiately responded, and hurriedly walked toward the room.
Soon, he found the little drawer where Wu Qiangwei kept her underwear.
The styles of the underwear varied, and Song Guanchao even saw a few G-strings among them!
He swallowed, not expecting Wu Qiangwei would also buy such underwear.
He grabbed the sexiest pair, clenched it in his palm, to avoid Qu Xiangru seeing it.
The bathroom door was still open, Song Guanchao walked over, turned his head to the side, and extended his hand inside: "Secretary."
Soon, he felt Wu Qiangwei's hand touch his and take the underwear away.
As it was taken away, he heard Wu Qiangwei lightly tut.
Then the door closed.
Song Guanchao just sat back on the sofa, and Qu Xiangru climbed onto his body once more.
He dared not make any reckless moves at this ti, as Wu Qiangwei had finished her shower and was about to co out.
If she saw, his days ahead wouldn't be good.
He hurriedly hugged Qu Xiangru off of him.
Qu Xiangru's alluring eyes hinted at spring: "Afraid your secretary will see?"
Song Guanchao awkwardly didn't know how to respond.
"You like her."
Qu Xiangru was not asking, but stating.
Song Guanchao wanted to deny it, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn't say them.
She was so smart, she must have already noticed, denying was aningless.
"Yes." Song Guanchao nodded.
Qu Xiangru was stunned for a mont, probably not expecting him to admit it directly.
She laughed lightly and said nothing more.
Soon, Wu Qiangwei ca out.
She was drying her wet hair with a towel and walked over, casually saying: "Your nightgown is in my room."
Her tone was intimate and casual, as if treating Song Guanchao as the man of the house.
Song Guanchao responded with a hum, found his clothes, and went in to shower.
When he ca out, the two won were already drinking.
A newly opened bottle of red wine was more than half empty.
Song Guanchao also took a wine glass and poured himself so.
The atmosphere was a bit cold; no one spoke, just silently drinking.
As the bottle was nearly finished, Wu Qiangwei opened another bottle of wine.
Opened it and continued drinking.
Song Guanchao just watched as the eyes of the two won gradually grew hazy.
After the last glass of wine, Wu Qiangwei shook her head, just halfway up, her legs gave out, and she fell back onto the sofa.
Qu Xiangru was also drunk, and now she was leaning on the sofa as if asleep.
Both won were dressed very lightly, but fortunately, there was heating in the house, making the room warm, preventing them from catching a cold.
"Secretary, let help you back to your room."
Song Guanchao helped her stand up, Wu Qiangwei had no strength at all, practically hanging on him.
Song Guanchao draped one of her arms over his neck, one hand around her waist.
Physical contact was unavoidable, and at this close distance, the fragrance of her body was intoxicating.
Song Guanchao had drunk a lot, although he could hold his liquor well, the allure emanating from Wu Qiangwei's body pressed against him made his heart stir under the influence of alcohol.
His mind was filled with all sorts of jumbled thoughts.
Entering the room, Song Guanchao removed her arm, helping her sit on the bed.
Just as he was about to lay her down on the bed, Wu Qiangwei's hands suddenly reached out, wrapping around his neck.
Song Guanchao only saw her flushed face enlarging before his eyes.
The next second, soft, tender lips pressed against his.
Song Guanchao's eyes widened instantly, his mind montarily lost the ability to think.
It wasn't until Wu Qiangwei's body twisted, entwining with his body, that he suddenly ca to his senses.
Then, instinctively, he responded.
He extended his tongue, easily parting her lips, entwining with her tongue.
He could clearly feel, at the mont their tongues entwined, Wu Qiangwei's body trembled violently.
The tight string within him snapped at that mont.
He cupped Wu Qiangwei's face, capturing her lips.
Just then.
Suddenly footsteps approached from outside.
Song Guanchao's movents paused, he quickly stopped and stood up quickly.
Turning his head, he saw Qu Xiangru staggering into the room.
The room was unlit, and Qu Xiangru, as if she hadn't seen them, walked to the bedside and collapsed onto the bed.
Wu Qiangwei heard the sound too, and like Song Guanchao, was very tense.
She feigned drunkenness, leaning on the bed without moving.
Looking at the two won lying there, Song Guanchao swallowed hard.
He did think about having them both, but was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it!
Moreover, who knew whether Qu Xiangru was truly drunk or just pretending.
And Wu Qiangwei as well...
Was her reaction just now an unconscious instinct?
Or intentional?
Song Guanchao couldn't tell at all.
The level of these two won was quite high.
Song Guanchao felt as if he was being toyed with.
Gritting his teeth, he could only suppress his body's impulses, positioning them on either side.
But just as he grabbed the blanket to cover them, Qu Xiangru suddenly grabbed his hand, pulling hard.
When he realized it, he was already lying between the two won.
Just as he was about to sit up, Qu Xiangru, like a giant python, wrapped her plump thighs around his waist, her arms around his back, finding his lips in the darkness and kissing him.
Their bodies entangled closely, inseparable.
Qu Xiangru gently wriggled on him, her ample bosom pressing warmly against him, soft and hot, hard to resist.
Her supple waist lightly undulated, her snowy white buttocks rubbing against his crotch inch by inch with this undulation.
Song Guanchao felt his mind about to explode but dared not move, afraid of waking Wu Qiangwei beside him.
Whether Wu Qiangwei was pretending to sleep he didn't know, but Qu Xiangru was definitely not drunk!
In usual circumstances, Song Guanchao would certainly push her away.
But after drinking, his courage grew, a rather crazy thought popped into his mind.
Right here, in front of Wu Qiangwei...
Once this thought erged, it spread uncontrollably like wildfire.
Just thinking Wu Qiangwei was right beside, his emotions grew even more intense.
He even thought about being with both won at the sa ti!
With this thought, he suddenly freed a hand, reaching towards the side-facing Wu Qiangwei lying next to him.
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