Song Guanchao was about to advance further when he suddenly felt the woman in his arms hanging limply on his body, motionless.
He released his mouth and looked at Wu Qiangwei.
Her head was tilted on his shoulder, her lips slightly parted, her breathing still rapid, but her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen asleep.
Song Guanchao’s consciousness snapped to clarity in an instant.
Reflecting on the past two minutes, he felt a chill of dread.
What had he done...
No, it was she who had initiated it... oh no, it was she who had made the first move with her mouth!
Looking at the bulge beneath her shirt, that was his hand.
His left hand was still clutching her soft breast, while his right hand’s fingers were quietly enveloped by hers.
He swallowed, breathing heavily.
The unexpected turn of events gave him a surreal feeling of being in a dream.
Thinking about how proactive, how wild she had been...
Song Guanchao was certain she was truly blackout drunk.
Otherwise, how could she deviate from her normal behavior and act like this?
He gently moved his hand from under her shirt, and then withdrew the other one as well.
As he did, her body twitched twice, emitting a soft moan.
Looking at the moisture on his fingers, Song Guanchao couldn’t help but lick the corner of his mouth.
He could never have imagined that such a scenario with Wu Qiangwei would occur.
There was absolutely no prelude, no warning.
It was sudden: kissing when ntioned and touching on demand.
If she hadn’t passed out at the last mont, Song Guanchao didn’t dare to think what might have happened.
He believed that it wouldn’t have gone as far as that final step.
After all, this was a private room in a restaurant.
No matter how irrational he beca, he would be mindful of that.
He felt a lingering regret, reluctant to let go.
He then straightened her clothes and pants, grabbed her jacket, and put it on her.
He downed several cups of tea, called for the waiter to pay the bill once his mind cleared a bit.
He phoned for a designated driver, and about twenty minutes later the driver arrived.
He helped Wu Qiangwei exit the private room and sat with her in the back seat.
He took her ho.
This ti, Song Guanchao didn’t dare to undress her and bathe her.
He was afraid he might make a mistake.
He placed her on the bed without undressing her, covered her with a blanket, and left dejectedly.
Once he had left, Wu Qiangwei opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.
Staring blankly, she recalled the details in the private room, her face flushed with either drunkenness or sha, or perhaps both.
She touched her chest; saliva from Song Guanchao seed to linger there.
She squeezed her legs together, thinking of Song Guanchao’s probing fingers...
She fell back, pulling the blanket over her head.
At that mont, she wasn’t the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Committee, just a shy young girl.
She didn’t know why she had impulsively kissed him.
Perhaps, having been single for too long, the hormones secreted under the influence of alcohol temporarily wrested control from her rational mind, dictating her actions.
Or maybe, she just wanted to experience the feeling of a kiss?
Or perhaps she had feelings for him, and the alcohol amplified her emotions?
She hadn’t anticipated the situation escalating to such a degree.
Overwheld, she resorted to the most clichéd trick in the book: feigning sleep to avoid an uncontrollable situation.
"Hu~"
She sighed softly, sat up from the bed, and grabbed her clothes heading towards the bathroom.
...
"Ah, ah~"
"Gently, gently, oh~ I can’t take it~"
Liang Jiajia clung tightly to his neck, her pleas for rcy, moans, and the sounds of collision were incessant.
When the storm had subsided, Liang Jiajia pinched his waist and said, "Why have you been acting like a dog in heat these past few days?"
"You’re saying I’m in heat?"
Song Guanchao didn’t directly answer. He had just lain down but then got up again, his knee parting her legs, and once more, he sprang to life, causing Liang Jiajia to push him away, "Stop it."
...
Early the next morning.
After cleaning the office, Wu Qiangwei happened to walk in.
"Secretary," Song Guanchao’s gaze was a bit unfocused, feeling sowhat guilty.
"Um." Wu Qiangwei acted very normal, as if she completely forgot about last night.
Blacking out from drinking is just like this, whatever happened seed as if soone else had controlled your body to do it, leaving no mory of it.
Song Guanchao made her so tea, and Wu Qiangwei asked, "Did you take ho last night?"
"Um, you blacked out last night."
"Did I throw up?"
"Not at all."
"Oh." Wu Qiangwei said, "Don’t ask to drink next ti."
"???" Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, you were the one who wanted to drink."
"You didn’t stop ?"
"I..."
Song Guanchao nearly cursed out loud, you wanted to drink, how could I stop you?
Stopping you would just lead to scolding!
Forget it, don’t argue with a woman.
At ten in the morning, just as he was about to go see Mr. He, Chu Xiao’e suddenly sent a ssage, "Co here."
Hah, didn’t even let Secretary Xu co to notify, just directly sent a ssage herself.
Upon arriving at the office, he saw Chu Xiao’e’s expression was sowhat stern; she seed to be in a bad mood.
"The Secretary-General is looking for ..."
"Slam!"
Chu Xiao’e placed a bottle on the table.
Focusing on it, it was red flower oil.
Song Guanchao imdiately realized.
Yesterday, she seed to have asked him to co over in the evening to apply the red flower oil?
Shoot, he had forgotten due to drinking.
Seeing her expression, she was obviously angry.
Understandably, he hadn’t gone, nor had he inford her in advance.
She probably felt like he didn’t regard her as important.
"Just take it and apply it yourself," Chu Xiao’e concluded, flipping through files on her desk, "Leave and close the door."
Song Guanchao didn’t pick it up, he coughed and said, "Yesterday I went to the province with the Secretary, and we had dinner outside afterward, it was quite late."
Chu Xiao’e’s expression softened a bit, at least he had explained, and indeed he had a legitimate reason.
But since the red flower oil was already out, she had no reason to take it back.
This step, Song Guanchao had to give her.
He didn’t pick up the red flower oil but stood up and said, "I probably won’t have ti tonight either, and probably won’t for a while."
Chu Xiao’e’s just-softened expression turned colder by a few degrees, a hint of disappointnt flashing in her eyes.
"If the Secretary-General has ti at noon, could you help apply it?"
Song Guanchao shifted the topic and asked.
"Um." Chu Xiao’e didn’t look up, said, "Leave and close the door."
When Song Guanchao returned to his office, Zeng Li said, "Sister Weiwei is looking for you."
Song Guanchao entered the office, "Secretary, you wanted to see ?"
"Contact the Secretary Wang of the Disciplinary Committee, have him co over."
Song Guanchao imdiately guessed her intention, "Is this requested by Secretary Xu?"
"Um."
"Secretary, I think, on our City Committee’s side, we could also develop a few of our own people."
"Do you have soone in mind?"
"I think Wu Yun stationed with us isn’t bad."
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