The makeup artist yawned, tilted her head, and closed her eyes for a short nap.

She didn't notice the small movements Song Guanchao was making under the table.

The perfectly timed pressing and kneading made Wu Qiangwei feel completely relaxed.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the final location.

Song Guanchao released his hand and got off the car.

Ten minutes later, Wu Qiangwei changed into the final outfit.

It was a green ancient outfit, flowing gently in the wind, like a fairy.

The makeup artist divided her long hair into two parts, leaving one loose and threading a tassel gold hairpin through the other.

Behind her was a bamboo forest. The wind blew, lifting her long hair and clothes, and the bamboo forest rustled. In the cool moonlight, Wu Qiangwei's profile enchanted the few staff members present.

So beautiful.

She was exactly like a fairy.

Finally, the shoot was over.

The staff sent them back to the hotel, and Song Guanchao drove Wu Qiangwei home.

Halfway there, Wu Qiangwei fell asleep.

Arriving at the neighborhood, Song Guanchao gently woke her: "Secretary, we're home."

"Oh."

Wu Qiangwei felt too weak to even unbuckle her seatbelt.

Song Guanchao walked around the car, opened the door, and helped her out.

"Secretary, shall I carry you upstairs?"

"Okay." Wu Qiangwei was too tired to refuse.

Song Guanchao picked her up princess-style and headed upstairs.

All the way home, he placed her on the sofa and wiped the sweat off: "Secretary, sleep early. I'll be going now."

Watching his weary figure, Wu Qiangwei suddenly felt moved: "Guan Chao."

Song Guanchao paused.

What did she call me?

He slowly turned around and looked at her.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a strong emotion in Wu Qiangwei's eyes.

Wu Qiangwei's unstable emotions gradually subsided under Song Guanchao's gaze.

"Can you help me run a bath? I don't really want to move."

"Oh, okay."

Song Guanchao coughed lightly, quickly walked into the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, there's a bathtub.

He filled it with water before coming out: "The water's ready, you can bathe."

Wu Qiangwei gestured for a hug: "I'm a bit tired, carry me over."

Song Guanchao's heart gradually sped up as he walked over, somewhat stiffly, and picked her up from the sofa.

This time, Wu Qiangwei wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her head against Song Guanchao's chest, like a gentle kitten.

He rarely saw such a side of Wu Qiangwei.

At this moment, Wu Qiangwei seemed to have dropped all defenses, presenting her most genuine self to him.

Song Guanchao placed her on the bathtub and said, "I'll head back first..."

"Can you grab my pajamas for me?"

Then added: "And the underwear."

"Okay, okay."

Song Guanchao inexplicably became very nervous.

Though there wasn't any overly intimate contact, he was just nervous.

A change in Wu Qiangwei's gaze was enough to leave him discomposed.

He found pajamas from the wardrobe and picked a sexy pair of panties.

Returning to the bathroom, Wu Qiangwei was already soaking in the tub.

Song Guanchao, seeing this, paused at the door, not daring to enter.

Fearful of seeing anything inappropriate.

Though the two had once engaged in some bold actions and had seen some private aspects of each other before.

But that was mostly after drinking, or during some special situations.

Under normal circumstances, they maintained a tacitly appropriate distance, never crossing the line.

"Secretary, I left your clothes here."

Wu Qiangwei said nothing, simply gazing at him quietly.

Just staring at him.

The gaze made Song Guanchao almost unable to meet her eyes.

He just felt that tonight's Wu Qiangwei seemed a bit different.

Like... a flame about to ignite.

"What time is it?"

"Huh? Oh, let me check... almost eleven."

"Oh." Wu Qiangwei said lazily: "Stay here and sleep."

Song Guanchao's brain stalled for two seconds, confirming she said nothing wrong, ensuring he heard correctly.

"Alright..."

"Pajamas are in the wardrobe."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao turned back to the bedroom and found the pajamas.

Feeling a bit uneasy inside.

What does Secretary truly mean?

He sat on the bed, idly for over half an hour, hearing footsteps outside.

"You can wash now."

Wu Qiangwei said as she passed the doorway.

"Okay."

After showering, Song Guanchao glanced into Wu Qiangwei's room as he passed the door.

The door was unclosed; though the light was off, he could still see the outline of Wu Qiangwei under the quilt.

Song Guanchao returned to his bedroom, lay down, unable to stop daydreaming.

Thought for a long time without knowing what he was thinking, closed his eyes, and decided not to think anymore.

Da da da~

Suddenly, the crisp sound of footsteps approached from afar.

He could distinguish that the footsteps were coming from Wu Qiangwei's room.

Initially, he thought Wu Qiangwei was heading to the bathroom, but the footsteps grew closer, closer...

Song Guanchao's heart nearly leapt out of his throat.

Finally, the footsteps stopped by the bedside.

He kept his eyes shut, not daring to open them, pretending to be asleep.

He felt the fragrant wind attack.

Though unseen, it could be felt.

Wu Qiangwei seemed to be bending over to look at him.

Moreover, very close.

If he raised his head now, would he kiss her lips?

"Asleep?"

She muttered to herself, her voice like pearls on a jade plate, crisp and pleasant, tinged with doubt.

As soon as she spoke, Song Guanchao felt the warmth and a hint of fragrance.

How close was she, really?

Song Guanchao couldn't help but fantasize; Wu Qiangwei's small lips must be very tender and delicious.

Surely soft and fragrant to kiss.

Before he could fully indulge his imagination, he suddenly felt somewhat cold lips against his own.

At this moment, Song Guanchao's heart stopped, time seemed to freeze, his mind lost the ability to think.

He momentarily doubted whether he perceived it incorrectly.

When his thoughts resumed, the soft feeling on his lips had not disappeared, confirming that everything was real.

Wu Qiangwei really kissed him!

Song Guanchao felt both excited and conflicted.

Should he open his eyes?

Should he embrace her?

He'd never been indecisive, but now, he didn't know what to do.

While he was still hesitating, Wu Qiangwei had already stopped.

Song Guanchao's heart suddenly felt empty and dismayed.

But in the next moment.

The quilt was lifted.

A soft body leaned over, hugging him.

The sweet kiss attacked again.

Wu Qiangwei clearly lacked any kissing technique, not even knowing to extend her tongue. Song Guanchao was anxious but dared not act rashly.

After a lengthy kiss, Song Guanchao finally waited for her tongue.

What he awaited wasn't just her tongue, but also her hand reaching down to hold his Xiao Song.

At this moment, Song Guanchao felt extremely surreal, momentarily doubting if he was dreaming.

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