Official Career Storm
Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217

Song Guanchao ran down two streets before finding a 24-hour convenience store.

He bought several packs of all kinds of sanitary napkins.

He knocked on the door, but nobody responded.

Wu Qiangwei sent a message, "Just come in."

Song Guanchao entered the code, went inside, and found no one in the living room.

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

He walked over and placed the items at the door, "Secretary, I’ve left them at your door."

"Thank you."

"It’s nothing, I’ll head back now."

"Alright, drive safely, and send me a message when you get home."

"Uh, that won’t be necessary."

"Just send it... ah!"

She suddenly screamed, and Song Guanchao’s actions were faster than his thoughts as he pushed open the bathroom door, "Secretary, what’s happening...?"

He didn’t finish his sentence when he saw Wu Qiangwei sitting on the floor, water spraying from the showerhead, creating a transparent curtain of rain, under which she looked like a fairy fresh from her bath.

She had drunk a lot that day, and Song Guanchao had helped wipe her body, but there had been underwear as a cover.

But now, she had nothing on her, not a single piece of excess fabric.

Her alabaster body emitted a uniquely feminine scent that wafted along with the steam.

Her lithe and shapely legs were particularly eye-catching.

And between those beautiful legs, the tender area was as fresh as a just-steamed bun, soft, bouncy, and white.

Song Guanchao’s pupils constricted.

He had guessed Wu Qiangwei was clean down there last time, but guesses were just guesses.

Now, he was sure.

After all, seeing is believing!

"You, get out!" Wu Qiangwei was a mix of humiliation and anger, barely lifting her eyes, filled with shame and fury.

Song Guanchao’s startling reaction made her tremble.

Yet, amidst her irritation, a warm flow seemed to seep from her lower abdomen, causing her to unconsciously clench her legs.

"Secretary, are you alright?"

Song Guanchao came back to his senses and asked with concern.

"Get out!"

"I... oh."

He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

He wiped his forehead, his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

"Uh-huh~"

Behind him Wu Qiangwei’s moans were heard again; Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, how are you?"

Wu Qiangwei didn’t answer.

She had just slipped and fallen.

She landed on her buttocks, and it seemed she had hit a bone, numbing half of her body.

She tried several times, but couldn’t get up.

She felt that everything was going wrong for her today!

She wasn’t usually quick to anger, being in a high position had ingrained a calm demeanor in her.

But today, for some reason, her mood was unusually irritable.

Seeing that Wu Qiangwei remained silent while the moans occasionally sounded, Song Guanchao was extremely worried.

But he felt awkward to ask.

He knew Wu Qiangwei had a strong personality and wouldn’t ask for help unless absolutely necessary.

And just now, he had probably been too rash.

Actually pushing the door open... seeing everything.

He wondered if the Secretary would be angry.

Probably not.

He had known Wu Qiangwei for so long, and had a rather deep understanding of her.

She wasn’t like some women who were unreasonable.

Even if harsh words were said, she would apologize quickly.

Just being reasonable was something many women couldn’t match.

"Song Guanchao."

"Secretary, I’m here," Song Guanchao responded, pulling himself together.

"Come in for a moment."

"I... alright."

Since she called him in, she must have put on clothes by now.

He pushed open the door, and Song Guanchao was stunned for a couple of seconds.

She hadn’t put on clothes but was simply wrapped in a bath towel.

Though the towel was large, it couldn’t compare to clothes.

It only covered her chest, much like the cloth bands of an ancient bodice, tightly binding her breasts but leaving the upper halves exposed, pressed into a spectacular shape.

Just covering the buttocks, with the entire upper thighs exposed.

No wonder it didn’t cover the entire chest; if it had covered the top, the bottom would inevitably have been exposed.

Song Guanchao glanced over and dared not look any longer, hurrying over.

He wanted to reach out and help her, but didn’t know where to start, "Secretary, you..."

"Help me up." Her expression was pained, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, clearly it had been quite a fall.

Song Guanchao passed his arm under her armpit, his movements gentle to the extreme.

Wu Qiangwei was light, and with Song Guanchao’s strength, it was easy for him to lift her from the ground.

It seemed she couldn’t muster any strength in her legs; as soon as she stood up, her whole body leaned against him.

"Secretary, where did you fall?"

"My buttocks."

"I’ll help you back to your room."

But after walking just a couple of steps, Song Guanchao heard Wu Qiangwei’s breathing grow heavy.

Song Guanchao noticed that every time she lifted her right leg to step, it was very painful.

"Secretary, let me carry you back to your room."

"Mm."

He bent down and scooped her up.

With this action, the barely hidden beauty by the towel, from his angle, was suddenly laid bare, crystal clear.

Snow-white and plump, soft yet elastic.

Even, Song Guanchao saw a hint of pink.

His throat kept moving, swallowing, and the reaction below was almost puncturing his trousers.

Wu Qiangwei bit her lip forcefully, her heartbeat quickened, and the feeling of shame made her dare not look at Song Guanchao.

After entering the room, Song Guanchao put her down and grabbed a blanket to cover her body.

The wonderful figure was covered by the blanket, and Song Guanchao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Secretary, your fall was rather serious, let me check it out."

"No need..."

Song Guanchao insisted seriously, "If you’ve injured a bone, you’ll need to go to the hospital. I need to make sure first that your bones are uninjured."

Wu Qiangwei pursed her lips in silence, internally conflicted.

Ultimately, she nodded slightly, "Mm."

Song Guanchao pinched the blanket corner, just about to lift it when Wu Qiangwei said, "Can you grab some clothes for me?"

"Okay."

"In the bathroom."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao fetched the clean clothes from the bathroom.

A nightgown and a pair of sexy C-string panties.

This type of underwear had very narrow fabric strips on the sides, and a complete thin fabric in the middle, distinct from a G-string, but still highly sexy.

He placed the clothes aside and turned his head away.

But in a moment, he heard Wu Qiangwei say, "Help me put them on."

"Ah?"

Song Guanchao perked up.

"My leg hurts every time I bend it," she explained.

"Oh, oh, okay."

Song Guanchao turned back, taking the underwear from her hands.

Looking at the tightly wrapped blanket, he took a deep breath, tense and serious as if going into battle.

He first ensured the correct orientation of the underwear, his movements slightly stiff as he reached beneath the blanket.

As soon as he reached in, he touched Wu Qiangwei’s calf.

He hurriedly explained, "Secretary, I..."

"A little lower."

"Oh, oh."

She was not an unreasonable girl; covered by the blanket and unable to see, it was inevitable to touch.

Song Guanchao listened to her guidance, going past her feet and slowly upwards, soon reaching the softer and more elastic thighs.

"A little higher."

"Mm."

Song Guanchao’s throat was dry as if on fire.

He gauged briefly that he was now at the upper thighs.

"Secretary, lift your buttocks."

"I... can’t lift them, help me."

Wu Qiangwei’s face was flush as if dripping blood.

Song Guanchao’s heartbeat quickened, his heart pumping vigorously, the blood rushing through his body, making him unbearably hot.

He kept taking deep breaths, striving to keep his mind clear.

With one hand freed, he touched along the upper thigh, slowly moving towards the buttocks.

As he did, he suddenly felt a moist patch, and at the same time, there came from Wu Qiangwei a moan-like soft gasp, "Not there!"

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