Official Career Storm

Song Guanchao came out after showering, wrapped in a bath towel.

Wu Yun suddenly became shy and didn't dare to look at him.

She asked softly, "Are you thirsty?"

"A bit."

Wu Yun ran over quickly, opened the fridge door, and took out two cans of beer.

Song Guanchao looked at the beer, somewhat taken aback.

"Drink quickly." Wu Yun opened a beer and put it in his hand.

Song Guanchao realized she was nervous.

Thinking about it, it made sense; she was an inexperienced young girl. No matter how bold she usually seemed, this was ultimately her first time.

During the day she was so proactive, it was because of the atmosphere; it naturally happened like that.

Now things were different.

Both knew what was going to happen next. He was a seasoned player who could remain calm, but Wu Yun was not.

Wu Yun took small sips of beer and asked him about the details of his training at the party school, trying to ease her inner tension through conversation.

After finishing a can of beer, Wu Yun's cheeks were flushed, looking charmingly lovely, making Song Guanchao want to take a bite.

As if sensing his gaze, Wu Yun quietly raised her head and met his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she was about to turn away, but remembering how long she'd waited for this day, she mustered the courage to continue gazing.

After staring for some time, Song Guanchao couldn't help but say, "Are you planning to stare at me all night?"

Wu Yun blushed again, feeling both shy and awkward.

She took a deep breath and said, "Close your eyes."

Though she tried hard to hide it, Song Guanchao clearly caught a hint of tremor in her voice.

He closed his eyes.

A whiff of fragrance reached his nose.

A gentle body warmth was also approaching.

The next moment.

He felt a soft touch on his lips.

She kissed him.

But it was fleeting.

Wu Yun asked, "Should we turn off the lights?"

Song Guanchao opened his eyes, her pretty face was right there.

"Ah, why did you open your eyes!"

Wu Yun's eyes were filled with panic. Song Guanchao embraced her, smilingly looking at her, inching closer.

Feeling what Song Guanchao was about to do, she trembled even more.

Watching his approaching face, Wu Yun's cheeks turned as red as fire.

Her eyelashes fluttered, slowly closing her eyes.

Then, Song Guanchao leaned in for a kiss.

The sensation of a deep kiss electrified her whole body, sending tingles to her head, a feeling indescribable.

Very comfortable, very enjoyable, enchanting and irresistible.

"Ah~"

She let out a soft moan involuntarily, without even realizing it herself.

In the next second, Song Guanchao gently laid her down, pressing her beneath him.

Her nightgown was lifted up, and her chest, never touched by a man before, was now firmly grasped by Song Guanchao's big hand.

Every squeeze was a new sensation for her, as if his big hand had magic.

When Song Guanchao pinched two cherries with his fingers, gently twisting them, the suppressed body erupted with intense reactions, trembling strongly, and her moans turned into cries.

She, being a young maiden, had never experienced anything like this.

She thought she was prepared, but when this moment finally arrived, she realized the wonders of intimacy between a man and a woman.

Her body was unexpectedly sensitive.

The girl's reactions heightened Song Guanchao's desire.

He restrained the impulse to rush imminently into action; this being her first time, careful preparation was essential to ensure the best experience.

He freed one hand, sliding it over her heaving stomach towards Yumen.

Upon touching the palm-sized fabric, Song Guanchao felt a rush of heat exploding from his lower abdomen.

He grabbed hold of the fabric and yanked it.

Already engaged and ready, Wu Yun suddenly lifted her long legs, wrapping them around his waist, holding him tightly.

Song Guanchao withdrew his tongue, breathing deeply a few times, and beneath him, the pretty face had become entirely lost.

He held Wu Yun's slender waist, adjusting his position slightly.

Just as he was about to engage in the main action, Song Guanchao suddenly paused.

Though Wu Yun was inexperienced, she knew that, normally, the main event was forthcoming.

Yet she waited for a while but didn't feel any follow-up actions from Song Guanchao.

She opened her eyes and softly asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Guanchao lifted his head, showing a wry smile, removed her legs from his waist, and said, "Go wash up."

Wu Yun looked confused, not understanding what he meant.

A couple of seconds passed, and she seemed to sense something, immediately got up, and looked down.

Even with the lights off, she could still see.

Underneath her, there was a crimson stain.

Wu Yun suddenly felt embarrassed and a bit annoyed.

Why did her period arrive at this moment!

Wu Yun, with a pouting face, ran into the bathroom to clean up.

Song Guanchao leaned against the sofa, feeling helpless too.

Not because of the unfinished situation, but because Wu Yun had prepared so thoroughly and waited for so long, yet an unexpected incident occurred.

She must be feeling somewhat bad.

Soon, Wu Yun came back out.

Her mouth was still pouted, she walked over and sat beside him, looking unhappy.

Song Guanchao hugged her shoulder: "We have plenty of time in the future."

"But I've been waiting for so long."

Wu Yun felt very wronged, though it wasn't Song Guanchao's fault, she couldn't help feeling upset.

Song Guanchao continuously comforted her. Suddenly, Wu Yun looked down at him: "You must be feeling quite uncomfortable, right?"

"No… hiss!"

Wu Yun's hand had already slipped into the towel, gripping Xiao Song, moving gently up and down.

She leaned her head against his chest without speaking, using one hand to help him while pulling his hand to place it on her chest.

"Touch me."

Song Guanchao dryly responded with a hum.

Wu Yun heard his breathing become hurried again, and his increasingly forceful squeezing action made her body react even more.

Her hand movement sped up, perhaps finding the towel bothersome, she pulled it off.

Looking at Song Guanchao stark naked, Wu Yun felt exceedingly shy, her cheeks burning hot.

Just then.

Knock, knock.

A sudden knock at the door sounded.

On the sofa, the intimate and somewhat erotic actions of the two froze as if their vital points had been struck, becoming rigid for a couple of seconds.

Then, Wu Yun noticed that Xiao Song in her grasp was instantly limp.

She quickly jumped off the sofa, and Song Guanchao grabbed the towel to wrap around himself again.

"Go to the room quickly."

Wu Yun whispered, waiting for him to go into the room, and then walked towards the door in slippers.

Looking through the peephole, Wu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

She had thought it was her mom, but it turned out to be Zhou Qian.