Official Career Storm Chapter 301

Wu Qiangwei felt both sha and anger, her heart filled with embarrassnt.

She was actually not very old, just over thirty.

During her university years, she had briefly fancied a classmate.

But back then, she didn’t care for dressing up, wearing simple and androgynous clothes with a short haircut, making her look like a tomboy.

The male students at university had rather extre preferences in the opposite sex: either mature won older than themselves or soft, delicate girls.

She fit neither category, so naturally, no one paid her any attention.

A few classmates had pursued her, but she wasn’t interested in any of them.

In her sophomore year, during a school debate, she was attracted to a male student of the sa grade.

She took the initiative to pursue him, but he was indifferent to her.

However, once she set her mind on sothing, she had to achieve it.

Unlike most won who would dress up to attract a guy they liked, she did not do so.

She believed that appearance was deceptive, she preferred soone’s inner qualities, and hoped that others would see her own inner self.

However, not long after, she saw another girl, tall and sexy, appear at his side.

This romance ended without illness.

Since then, she never fancied another man.

After graduation and embarking on her career, she had even less ti and energy to consider romantic relationships.

And so, it dragged on to the present.

But after all, she was a woman, and she too had normal desires.

Now, being held by Song Guanchao, feeling his body heat, her buttocks pressed by him, Wu Qiangwei’s physiological needs were greatly magnified.

Her body, chaste for thirty years, was now burning like fire.

But she remained lucid, quickly calming down.

She bit her lip, not initiating anything, yet she did not push Song Guanchao away.

In his sleep, Song Guanchao, perhaps dreaming of sothing, began to grope around Wu Qiangwei’s body, as if his hands had eyes, quickly finding her waist and sliding under her clothes along her abdon.

Climbing up against her smooth skin.

The next mont, he firmly grasped her soft breast.

Wu Qiangwei was not wearing a bra, and with his grasp, there was nothing in the way, and he held it completely in his palm.

Wu Qiangwei’s body started to tremble slightly, her cheeks so red they seed about to bleed.

Song Guanchao kneaded her breast vigorously, squeezing it out of shape.

In his dream, his body was very excited, driven by primal urges.

Wu Qiangwei shook uncontrollably, her body reacting intensely, but she still bit her lips tightly, refusing to let herself make any undignified sounds.

Although all around in other beds, there were sounds that made one’s cheeks flush and heart race, she still resisted.

Song Guanchao kneaded her forcefully while unconsciously thrusting his hips.

Wu Qiangwei thought again of the ambiguous night at the hostel.

At that mont, it was just like now.

Her waist and abdon slightly arched, the upper part of her body embraced in his arms, her buttocks pressed tightly against his lower body.

Wu Qiangwei felt the utmost embarrassnt in her heart. This bastard, what on earth was always on his mind!

Even asleep, he still dreamt of such things!

Embarrassed as she was, she didn’t resist, but let him have his way.

He thrusted his hips who knows how long until he gradually stopped and beca motionless.

Wu Qiangwei let out a soft breath, feeling uncomfortably wet from his antics.

As the excitent passed, a wave of fatigue washed over her.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and she gradually fell asleep.

Song Guanchao was woken by the sound of his cellphone.

He reached out groggily for the phone, but sothing felt off.

The phone had mutated?

Why was it so soft?

He opened his eyes to see Wu Qiangwei embraced in his arms and his heart nearly stopped.

He groped the softness in his hand again.

Was he holding her breast?

He shifted slightly and realized how closely their bodies were pressed together.

Song Guanchao’s mind went blank for a mont.

The continued ringing brought his consciousness back.

He quickly withdrew his hand and grabbed his phone.

It was a call from Liang Jiajia.

He didn’t answer and switched to silent mode.

Just as he was about to move away from Wu Qiangwei, he felt her buttocks move.

This motion imdiately elicited a reaction from him.

He broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly poked his butt out, and kept distance from her, then slowly inched backwards.

After ensuring a safe distance, Song Guanchao hadn’t even caught his breath when he noticed sothing else wrong.

How co it was all sticky in his crotch area?

He carefully felt around, his expression growing increasingly bizarre.

Thinking of the position he had been in with her upon waking up, a terrifying thought dawned on Song Guanchao.

Couldn’t be that he had been rubbing against her the whole ti he was asleep, could it?

Apparently, that was exactly what happened.

Luckily, Wu Qiangwei was still asleep.

Relieved, yet Song Guanchao also felt a twinge of pain in his teeth.

Damn it, he actually fell asleep himself!

But had he been awake, he wouldn’t have dared do such a thing.

He glanced at the ti; it was almost eleven o’clock.

He gently nudged Wu Qiangwei’s shoulder.

"Secretary."

"Hm?"

Wu Qiangwei opened her eyes and asked, "What ti is it?"

"It’s eleven, ti to head back."

"Oh."

Wu Qiangwei sat up from the bed, stretched languorously revealing her perfect curves, making Song Guanchao’s gaze linger unwillingly.

"Let’s go."

She got down from the bed and walked straight out, seemingly oblivious to what had happened on this bed.

Ten minutes later, the two erged from the dressing room.

Song Guanchao asked, "Secretary, how did you get here?"

"I took a taxi."

"Then I’ll give you a ride back."

He pressed the car key, and the lights of his newly purchased car flickered.

They got in the car and headed ho.

Song Guanchao asked, "Did you co here alone tonight, Secretary?"

"With a friend."

"Ah? Where’s your friend then?"

"They went back first."

"Oh."

Song Guanchao stopped talking, driving earnestly.

Suddenly, Wu Qiangwei rembered the little gift Bai Ruyi had given her.

She said it was in her bag.

Wu Qiangwei picked up her purse, opened it, and couldn’t see anything in the dark of the car.

"Turn on the car light."

"Oh."

Song Guanchao turned on the light on the passenger side and sneaked a glance at the sa ti.

Just one look made his pupils shrink instantaneously.

Wu Qiangwei took a toy out of her bag.

She was equally stunned.

Was this the gift Bai Ruyi had given her?

She was dumbfounded for a mont and then imdiately looked at Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao quickly straightened his head, looking straight ahead and asked with a natural tone, "Secretary, what is this? A massager?"

"..." Wu Qiangwei’s beautiful face twitched.

This jerk, playing dumb again!

But she couldn’t say anything about it.

Was she supposed to correct him and say this was a woman’s toy!

Moreover, it was clear Song Guanchao was also trying to give her an out.

"Yes, a massager."

Wu Qiangwei shoved the item back into her bag and then added, "This is my friend’s, not mine."

"Oh, I see, understand," Song Guanchao agreed.

What do you understand!

Who asked for your understanding!

Wu Qiangwei beca annoyed, feeling the more she explained, the more it seed like she was trying to cover sothing up.