Si Qingqing is a woman with her own ideas.
Her independent thinking makes her believe she has no shortage of capabilities, only lacking opportunities to showcase her talents.
She has her own thods of employing people.
Xu Suyi was her experint.
In her view, her relationship with Song Guanchao is an equal partnership, not a subordinate’s submission to a superior.
After all, Song Guanchao is rely a secretary.
This is why, that day during dinner, Song Guanchao’s dissatisfaction with her bringing Xu Suyi made her angry.
Because she felt that Song Guanchao didn’t respect her.
She felt Song Guanchao was too arrogant.
She believed there was nothing wrong with her judgnt of people.
Yet the truth was quite the opposite.
Her judgnt indeed had flaws; Xu Suyi was the one who betrayed her.
If it weren’t for Song Guanchao stepping in, she would still be clueless on how to handle the situation.
People can’t teach others effectively; events teach people instantly.
This incident made her realize her own capabilities.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, the facts proved her skills were indeed quite diocre.
Poor judgnt of people, poor crisis managent skills, and panicking in unexpected situations without knowing what to do.
Yet Si Qingqing still felt, regardless of her own issues, Song Guanchao also had problems.
After all, she was the director, and in front of the secretary, he showed her no respect, leaving her in a difficult position.
If he spoke to her properly, wouldn’t she listen?
The noise next door ceased, Si Qingqing checked the ti, it was already past nine.
She lay with eyes wide open, counting every second.
When the ti reached eleven thirty, she lifted the covers and got out of bed.
She removed her pajamas and sweatpants, and then took off her underwear too.
Without wearing shoes, she left the room barefoot.
The master bedroom door was tightly closed; Si Qingqing pressed her ear to the door to listen for a mont.
No voices could be heard; they were probably asleep.
She grabbed the door handle, moving as gently as possible.
Peering through the crack, she saw the two lying still.
She pushed the door open wider and tiptoed inside.
Chu Xiao’e was lying on the left side of the bed, Song Guanchao on the right, both breathing steadily, obviously in deep sleep.
She saw piles of tissue on the floor, along with used small umbrellas.
Despite being ready and determined, as she took this step, an uncontrollable nervousness and anxiety surged within her.
She was still a virgin, only had experiences in beauty salons.
But those attempts surely were different from the real bed activities.
As for how different, she wasn’t quite sure.
She rembered when in the shower that day, Song Guanchao had hugged her from behind, pressing against below, she had caught a glance at Xiao Song.
That size left an unforgettable impression.
The scene from that day flashed in her mind, causing her to shiver lightly and provoking so physiological reactions.
She compressed her lips, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, and tilting her head to stare at Song Guanchao’s face.
She had never really scrutinized Song Guanchao before.
Suddenly, she realized, this guy was not just handso, but had a strikingly masculine charm.
Short, neat hair, chiseled facial features brimming with manliness, distinctly masculine aura.
She gradually unveiled the quilt, discovering his body also impressive.
Not that exaggerated gym muscle, but beautifully lean, with noticeable definition, shoulders prominent.
And his male feature was particularly noticeable.
Simply put, big!
She lay down seemingly in slow motion, trembling hands as she grasped Xiao Song.
Taking two seconds to steady her mind, she gently stroked while fixing her gaze on Song Guanchao’s eyes.
After just a few motions, her small hands struggled to maintain hold.
Her heart trembled uncontrollably, thighs subconsciously rubbed, already moist.
She pressed her lips tightly shut, slowly turning her body, back facing him.
Raising her hips, she sought out Xiao Song’s position.
Although never intimate with a man, she had seen pigs run, knowing the specifics.
"Mm-hmm~"
Feeling Xiao Song, her body shivered violently.
She grasped the bed sheets, adjusting her position until she sensed Xiao Song touch outside Yun, before pausing.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
Then, biting her lip, decisively sat her hips back.
At the mont of entry, Si Qingqing felt a heart-wrenching pain surging through her, uncontrollably convulsing her delicate body.
Many tis she considered stopping, yet ultimately overca it.
As she felt Xiao Song fully taken in, her body experienced indescribable sensations.
Pain!
Fullness!
Besides that, a slight pleasure from being filled.
Her small mouth gaped open, silently exhaling fragrance, a deep sense of loss within.
She wasn’t especially concerned about these things; she remained a virgin simply due to not finding the right person.
Encountering soone she liked, or connecting instantly, she’d have no qualms about indulging in a one-night affair.
Yet tonight she acted proactively, without Song Guanchao’s knowledge.
This situation brought an entirely different psychological experience.
As she slowly lifted her hips, she suddenly felt a rough large hand placed on her waist.
Si Qingqing froze.
Suddenly realized, it was Song Guanchao’s hand.
He woke up?
Not giving her much ti to react.
The next mont, the rough hand grasped tightly her waist’s soft flesh.
Instantly, the filled sensation disappeared, leaving a physical void.
Yet the emptiness did not last long.
In less than a second, she once again felt herself filled.
And the powerful thrust brought her newly liberated jade body to its limit.
"Mm~"
She bit her lip, suppressing the sound.
Treated like a beast by Song Guanchao, with relentless impact, she felt her body about to break apart.
The hand on her waist grabbed her chest firmly, intensifying stimulation, exciting her nerves.
Her lips slightly parted, gradually moaning out loud.
Suddenly, Song Guanchao lifted her hips even higher, a storm-like assault causing her mind to collapse completely, dizzying her more pleasurable than any intimate care, seducing her deeply imrsed.
"Ah, ah~"
Instinctively driven, she cried out, body rocking up and down with Song Guanchao’s force.
Song Guanchao leaned over, pinched her chin, sealing her lips.
As tongues intertwined, Si Qingqing felt her soul soaring.
Spirit and flesh perfectly shed at this mont, her soul seemingly elevated.
She found imnse enjoynt in Song Guanchao’s kissing, loved the coarse texture of his palm on her body, and adored his raw, unrefined approach.
This mont, her spirit and body were entirely conquered by Song Guanchao.
However, just as both indulged in the ntal and physical bliss, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you doing?"
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