The moment her red lips pressed against his, Song Guanchao hadn't even had a chance to savor her fragrance before he grasped her shoulders and pushed her away.

Strands of saliva hung from their lips, the atmosphere so thick with ambiguity that it muddled their senses.

Their breath came in quick gasps, the hot air puffing against one another's faces.

Song Guanchao's face was stern, "Are you serious?"

Qu Xiangru's gaze was unwavering, "Are you afraid?"

"Don't provoke me. I told you, you're not thinking straight right now. If I took advantage of you, it would be an act of opportunism."

"Besides, your body needs rest."

The things that attract a man to a woman are no more than looks and figure.

But for Song Guanchao, appearance is just the foundation.

A woman possessing her unique charm is far more captivating to him.

Qu Xiangru clearly belongs to this kind of woman.

Not only does she have a distinct charisma, but she also holds an extraordinary position as Deputy Governor.

The desire to conquer is a gene etched into the bones of men.

Qu Xiangru, with her high status, outstanding looks, and cold elegance, is more than enough to ignite the potential for ambition in an ordinary man.

To Song Guanchao, if he could one day have her beneath him, watching her expressions of pleasure and moaning, he would feel an immense sense of achievement.

So, yes, her body interests him.

But he also said, he's not someone who takes advantage of the vulnerable, especially as her body isn't in the best condition now.

Qu Xiangru's gaze softened as she looked at him.

Perhaps due to her illness, she was more emotional than rational at that moment.

She only felt that this man once repulsed her but now was shining with a light that irresistibly attracted her.

Women are easily moved.

Yet for someone as resolute as Qu Xiangru, few men can break through her defenses.

Song Guanchao, at just the right time, did just the right things.

But no matter how it went, he was the first man to evoke in her a strong desire for a physical relationship.

As their eyes locked, after a long while, Qu Xiangru grasped Xiao Song's hand and squeezed it, "Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?"

"I can endure it."

"Why endure?"

After speaking, Qu Xiangru suddenly threw off the blanket, glanced down at the astonishing Xiao Song in her hand, her gaze briefly showing shyness.

Then, slipping downwards, she opened her mouth and took Xiao Song into it under Song Guanchao's shocked gaze.

Song Guanchao's throat bobbed, and his body was fired with goosebumps.

Qu Xiangru lifted her eyes slightly, her long, seductive eyes in a seductive smile raising Song Guanchao's emotions to a peak.

Her movements were awkward, yet her gaze, her exposed body at the moment, her waist flexing like a serpent, fiercely stimulated Song Guanchao's senses.

Suddenly, Song Guanchao felt he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Mmm~"

Qu Xiangru felt something extra in her mouth and quickly spat it out.

Staring at the defeated Xiao Song, she froze for a few seconds, murmuring, "How so fast?"

"..." Upon hearing this, Song Guanchao felt utterly humiliated.

Fucking hell...

I actually became a three-second man!

But he couldn't be blamed.

It's her fault for being too intense!

She was simply born seductive!

Just a look from her made him surrender.

Qu Xiangru pulled out a few tissues, cleaned herself, and lay down beside him, teasingly smiling, "For all your boasting, how could you be so fast, a three-second man."

"..." Song Guanchao's face turned black, he wanted to argue, but the evidence was right there; he could only mutter, "Usually it's at least an hour, this was an exception."

"Anyone can brag."

Song Guanchao didn't know how to explain.

After a while, he said, "You're too enticing."

A flash of joy crossed Qu Xiangru's eyes, she casually replied, "You're saying I stir more impulse in you than other women?"

"... Yes."

"What about compared to Wu Qiangwei?"

"... Why do you keep bringing up Secretary Wu?"

"Because I want to." Qu Xiangru asked, "Have you slept with Wu Qiangwei?"

"Don't talk nonsense, she's the Secretary, I'm the assistant."

"And I'm the Deputy Governor."

Song Guanchao was left speechless.

"I'll give you another chance."

After Qu Xiangru finished speaking, she pulled the blanket aside again.

Warming Xiao Song for a moment in her mouth, it quickly inflated.

She seductively lured Song Guanchao with her eyes, making him breathe heavily, almost losing control to pounce on her a few times.

Yet this time, it still only lasted less than five minutes.

Prepared, Qu Xiangru didn't rush to spit out this time.

Quietly holding it, after a while she sat up and cleaned.

Snuggling over, the smile on her face was entirely unrestrained.

"Still boasting, but you were useless when given a chance."

"... My condition is off today."

Song Guanchao whispered something even he didn't believe in.

Qu Xiangru nestled against his chest, giggling softly without saying a word.

After a while, she said, "I'll give you one last chance."

She pulled the blanket back, crawling beneath him once more.

This time it was a better experience than the previous two.

This woman, with just two tries, provided an unprecedented experience for Song Guanchao.

Sometimes shallow, sometimes deep; sometimes tight, sometimes loose; her soft little tongue wrapping around, occasionally flicking lightly.

Fortunately, Song Guanchao had stamina, holding out for twenty minutes before succumbing to her.

"Not bad."

Qu Xiangru's lips curved up, like a kitten snuggling into his embrace, "I want to sleep now, hold me tight."

Song Guanchao cradled her, and before long, she fell asleep.

Song Guanchao lay there with an arm behind his head, looking at the stunning woman in his embrace, feeling quite surreal.

Earlier that day, they had been at each other's throats, and he had even considered tying her up.

A few hours later, they lay in the same bed.

Almost breaking through her defenses.

Life is indeed unpredictable.

Not a word was spoken all night.

The next morning.

Song Guanchao woke up early, checking her forehead—it was still a bit hot.

He got up, dressed, and fetched a basin of hot water to gently clean her body.

When he finished, she woke up.

Upon seeing Song Guanchao, her instinct was to display indifference.

After two seconds, remembering last night, she tried to soften herself.

But perhaps the fever wasn't as high; she found it difficult to switch between the two states.

Song Guanchao noticed and cleared his throat, "You should stay here today; they need people nearby too."

Qu Xiangru murmured an acknowledgment and shut her eyes, continuing to sleep.

Song Guanchao knew that normally, she wore a mask in life and work.

Only during those few hours last night did she remove it, allowing Song Guanchao a glimpse of her true self.

From now on, he feared he might never see her authentic emotions again.

As he left the room, Lu Feng glanced over, "Class leader, have breakfast."

The table was laden with food.

Song Guanchao casually grabbed one and turned back into the room.

"I left the breakfast for you. If you need anything, find Lu Feng, I'll let him know."

"Mm." Qu Xiangru's eyes remained closed.

Leaving the room, before departing, Song Guanchao gave some instructions to Lu Feng and the others.

In the room, Qu Xiangru heard the door close outside before slowly opening her eyes.

Staring at the breakfast on the bedside table, she sat up, took a box of crystal shrimp dumplings, and silently ate.

She remembered the events from last night very clearly.

Just like Song Guanchao said, she was feverish, and though clear-headed, her emotions fluctuated intensely.

It only took a single embrace from Song Guanchao for her to nearly lose control and want to be with him.

Yet, she didn't regret it one bit.

Even if they had crossed the line last night, she would not regret it.

In her view, everything that happened that night was a beautiful memory to savor in solitude again and again.

Without a word that night.

Early the next morning.

Song Guanchao awoke early, felt her forehead first; she still had a mild fever.

He turned over to get dressed, drawing some hot water to wipe her body.

By the time he was done, she had awakened as well.

Seeing Song Guanchao, she tried to appear gentler, but couldn't switch between the states easily, probably because her fever wasn't high.

Song Guanchao nodded, "Today, you shouldn't go back; people are needed here anyway."

Qu Xiangru simply acknowledged with a sound before closing her eyes to continue sleeping.

Song Guanchao understood that in everyday life and work, she constantly wore a mask.

He was lucky to glimpse her true feelings during the night they spent together.

But he feared he might never have that opportunity again.

As he left the room, Lu Feng asked him, "Class leader, would you like some breakfast?"

A variety of breakfast foods were set out on the table.

Song Guanchao grabbed a portion at random, turned around, and went back into the room.

"I've left breakfast here for you."

"Mm." Qu Xiangru's eyes remained closed.

Before leaving the room, Song Guanchao gave some instructions to Lu Feng and the others.

As the door closed with a click, Qu Xiangru slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the breakfast on the bedside table, she sat up, picked up a box of crystal shrimp dumplings, and ate quietly.

Reflecting on the events of the previous night, deeply affected by Song Guanchao's embrace, she found herself having an overwhelming desire to be with him in a physical way.

Yet, she didn't regret what had happened.

Even if they had crossed the line last night, she wouldn't have regretted it.

Everything that occurred was something she would cherish, reflecting on it in the solitude of future nights.

Next morning, bright and early.

Song Guanchao had awakened early, checking her forehead for fever—it was still a bit warm.

He turned to dress, then fetched a basin of hot water to clean her body.

As he finished, she too had awakened.

Upon seeing Song Guanchao, her face automatically put on an expression of indifference.

After a couple of seconds remembering last night, she tried to soften her expression.

But the fever seemed to have gone down, making it hard for her to switch emotional states swiftly.

Song Guanchao noticed this and cleared his throat, "You shouldn't go back today; they need someone here too."

Qu Xiangru replied with a soft hum, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

Song Guanchao knew that in her usual life and work, she always wore a mask.

Only during those undoctored hours of the previous night had she unveiled her true emotions to him.

He suspected he might never see these genuine feelings again.

Upon leaving the room, Lu Feng looked up, "Class leader, breakfast is ready."

The table was filled with breakfast dishes.

Song Guanchao picked one, then turned back into the room.

"I've left breakfast here for you."

"Mm." Qu Xiangru didn't open her eyes.

As Song Guanchao left the room, he gave some instructions to Lu Feng and the others.

Just as the door closed outside, Qu Xiangru slowly opened her eyes.

She saw the breakfast on the bedside table, sat up, grabbed a box of crystal shrimp dumplings, and ate them in silence.

What happened last night kept resurfacing in her mind, a single embrace from Song Guanchao had been enough to nearly make her lose control, wanting to be with him.

However, she felt no regret,

Even if, hypothetically, she had crossed the line last night with Song Guanchao, she wouldn't regret it.

In her view, everything that had occurred the previous night was an experience she would fondly remember in solitary nights to come.

The following morning, bright and early.

Song Guanchao awoke, gently checked her forehead—it still felt warm.

He got up to dress, fetched warm water, and helped wipe her body.

She awoke as he was finishing up.

Seeing Song Guanchao, her instinct was an indifferent look.

After a brief pause, she tried to soften her demeanour, having recalled the events of the night before.

This time, it seemed her fever had lowered, making it hard for her to shift easily between those opposite states.

Song Guanchao saw through it, clearing his throat, "You should stay here today; they're in need of people."

Qu Xiangru hummed in agreement, eyes safely closed, went back to sleep.

Song Guanchao knew that, in her everyday life and work, she put up a façade.

Just during those few hours last night did he get to see the real emotions within her.

He worried that it might be his one and only chance to witness her authentic side.

Upon leaving the room, he was met with Lu Feng looking up, "Class leader, care for some breakfast?"

The table was set with all various breakfast foods.

Song Guanchao picked one casually, turned back into the room.

"I'll leave breakfast here for you."

"Mm." Qu Xiangru kept her eyes closed.

After leaving the room, before leaving, Song Guanchao briefed Lu Feng and the other three.

Inside the room, Qu Xiangru, hearing the breakfast on the bedside table, gradually opened her eyes only after the door closed.

Retrieving a box of crystal shrimp dumplings, she sat up and slowly ate.

Thinking back on everything that had happened during the night, her emotions seesawed wildly under the effects of her lingering fever.

Just one embrace from Song Guanchao had almost pushed her over the edge into wanting a relationship with him.

Yet, she had no regrets.

Even if they had overridden boundaries the night before, she would not have regrets.

She considered everything that took place the previous night to be cherished memories that she would revisit alone in the future.

The following morning, early.

Song Guanchao had awakened early, checking her forehead for fever—it was still slightly warm.

He got up, fetched a basin of hot water, and wiped her body.

When he finished, she began to stir awake.

Seeing Song Guanchao, her face took on a somber expression.

After a moment's remembrance of last night, she tried to appear softer.

But perhaps because her fever had subsided, she found it hard to switch her state as before.

Song Guanchao could tell, clearing his throat, "You should stay here today; they're still busy out there."

Qu Xiangru murmured an acknowledgment, closing her eyes to sleep again.

He knew that normally she donned a mask in her daily and work life.

Yet only during the night prior did she allow him to glimpse her true emotions.

It was likely he might not get to see that again.

Leaving the room, Lu Feng looked at him, "Class leader, care for some breakfast?"

The table was laden with a spread of breakfast.

Song Guanchao grabbed one as he turned back into the room.

"Left your breakfast here."

"Mm." Qu Xiangru's eyes remained shut.

He closed the door and gave some instructions to Lu Feng and the others before leaving.

Inside, hearing the door click closed, Qu Xiangru sat up and grabbed a box of crystal shrimp dumplings from the nightstand, eating them in silence.

The events of the previous night replayed in her mind, and just the thought of Song Guanchao's embrace almost made her lose control again.

Yet, she didn't regret it.

Even if, hypothetically, they had crossed the line last night, she wouldn't regret it.

To her, those occurrences were cherished memories to reflect upon when she was alone in future nights.

The next morning, early.

Song Guanchao woke up, gently checked her forehead—her temperature was still a bit high.

He turned over to dress himself, fetched a basin of hot water, and gently wiped her body.

When he was done, she had woken up too.

Seeing Song Guanchao, she instinctively put on an aloof expression.

After remembering the events of the night, she tried to soften her gaze.

But having somewhat subsided her fever, she found switching between those states challenging at that moment.

Song Guanchao noticed and softly cleared his throat, "Stay here today; they need someone around."

Qu Xiangru made a sound, acknowledging him, eyes still closed as she continued to sleep.

Knowing that in her everyday life and work, she always wore a mask, Song Guanchao understood this.

Only during those brief hours last night did she take off that mask, allowing Song Guanchao a glimpse of her true inner self.

After today, he might not get another chance to see her genuine emotions again.

Exiting the room, Lu Feng looked up, "Class leader, want some breakfast?"

Many breakfast choices were laid out on the table.

Song Guanchao took one and turned back to the room.

"I left breakfast here; if you need anything, you can ask Lu Feng. I'll let him know."

"Okay." Qu Xiangru kept her eyes closed.

As Song Guanchao left the room, he gave Lu Feng and the others some instructions before departing.

Inside the room, hearing the door close outside, Qu Xiangru slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the breakfast on the nightstand, she sat up, took a box of crystal shrimp dumplings, and began eating quietly.

She clearly remembered everything that happened last night.

As Song Guanchao had said, she had a fever, although conscious, her emotions fluctuated greatly.

Just one hug from Song Guanchao made her nearly lose control and want to be with him intimately.

Yet, she did not regret it one bit.

Even if they had truly crossed that line last night, she wouldn't regret it.

She viewed everything that happened as beautiful memories to savor on lonely nights.

…

Song Guanchao didn't return to Lingjiang. The flight he was on would directly arrive at the nearest airport to Tongzhou City.

He was heading straight to Tongzhou City to meet Lu Zhizhong.

Whether it would work out, it was all down to today.

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