Official Career Storm
Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Chapter 400

Watching Song Guanchao gulp down her leftovers, Wu Qiangwei resembled a shy, new bride, her head bowed as she cradled her soup bowl.

Grandma and Grandpa seemed to take no notice.

After finishing her soup, Wu Qiangwei got up to leave but then stopped, turned back, and began clearing away the empty bowls and dishes.

She had never done these household chores before but knew that when visiting someone’s home, she couldn’t act too much like a lord.

It wasn’t that she lacked this concept; it didn’t mean she was ignorant of social conventions.

"Stop fussing. I’ll clean up."

"It’s fine. I can handle it."

Wu Qiangwei diligently began clearing the tableware.

Although she hadn’t done much dishwashing before, it wasn’t a difficult task.

They were all adults, capable enough to lead others, certainly not so helpless as to need an online tutorial to wash dishes.

Song Guanchao joined her, sneaking glances at her from time to time.

Wu Qiangwei noticed his gaze. At first, she didn’t say anything, but he kept looking.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Qiangwei turned and stared into his eyes, catching him in the act.

Song Guanchao averted his gaze, muttering, "Nothing."

Wu Qiangwei snorted softly through her nose. Soon enough, Song Guanchao was stealing glances again, but she didn’t say anything.

Let him look.

Actually, Song Guanchao was curious if she was wearing anything under her shorts.

His curiosity was soon satisfied.

After washing dishes, the laundry in the washing machine was also done.

As Wu Qiangwei went to hang the clothes, Song Guanchao saw her underwear.

Seeing Song Guanchao staring at her underwear, Wu Qiangwei truly wanted to gouge out his eyes.

After hanging the clothes, Wu Qiangwei said, "Come with me to the town."

"Oh, sure."

The two of them went to the town and bought two packs of cigarettes and a box of alcohol.

On the way back, the car suddenly stalled halfway.

Song Guanchao glanced at the fuel gauge and said, exasperated, "Didn’t you fill up the tank when you came?"

"Out of gas?"

"Yeah."

"I... I didn’t know."

Usually, it was Wu Ming who drove the car; who would have thought it would run out of gas?

Song Guanchao felt somewhat helpless as the car was now stranded in the middle of the road.

The nearest gas station was more than ten kilometers away.

"Let’s just leave the car here. I’ll go back and get some gas on my bike."

"Get out of the car."

"Okay." Wu Qiangwei was quite embarrassed; she just didn’t seem to get things right today.

The village was about a ten-minute drive away, meaning a three to four-kilometer walk.

By now, the sky had completely darkened. The path was a muddy, uneven road; a single misstep could plunge a foot into a mud hole.

The countryside was cool in the evening, but it had rained the previous night and the temperature had dropped sharply these past two days. As darkness fell, the temperature plummeted too.

Wu Qiangwei, in her shorts, felt the chill as her bare legs were exposed and the wind blew by.

And since she wasn’t wearing underwear, the wind funneling up her legs made it even colder.

After walking for a while, she felt her body temperature drop significantly and began to shiver, hugging herself.

"Are you cold?"

"A little."

Song Guanchao looked her up and down, then suddenly pulled off his T-shirt and knelt to tie it around her waist.

Wu Qiangwei pursed her lips but didn’t refuse.

After he finished, Song Guanchao turned his back to her, "Get on."

"What?"

"I’ll carry you."

After a moment’s hesitation, she stretched out her hands, leaned on Song Guanchao’s back, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Song Guanchao stood straight, wrapped her legs around his waist, and supported her buttocks with his hands.

Her shorts were made of polyester, thin and silky, clinging snugly to her skin.

Though not as thin as gossamer, the material did nothing to diminish the tactile experience.

Wu Qiangwei liked running and managed her figure extremely well, sporting a pair of enviable, luscious thighs.

Those firm, fleshy thighs were now wrapped around his waist.

Her buttocks were also big and round, full of elasticity.

Song Guanchao’s palms covered them perfectly, yet he felt he couldn’t grasp them with just one hand.

Wu Qiangwei’s chin rested on his shoulder, her heart bashful.

Whenever she felt his large hands on her buttocks, she experienced an indescribable, strange sensation.

His hands seemed electrified, sending a warm current through her lower abdomen.

Moreover, he would walk a distance then stop to adjust, lifting her body upwards.

Each time he lifted her, his palms would inadvertently brush against her sensitive areas, causing momentary contact.

It was this fleeting contact that excited her, causing a physiological reaction.

Song Guanchao felt it too.

But such touches were unavoidable.

And he was trying his best to avoid them.

After walking almost two kilometers, Wu Qiangwei said, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

After all, she was a living person weighing around a hundred kilograms, and she felt Song Guanchao must be tired from carrying her for so long.

However, Song Guanchao didn’t feel tired at all.

He had thought about saying no, but then he thought he might as well take a rest.

After all, such opportunities were rare.

"Okay."

He set Wu Qiangwei down and walked to the side of the road, picking a clean spot to sit down.

The lights of the village were visible in the distance.

But as the saying goes, "mountains are deceiving," and although it looked close, there was still about two kilometers to go.

Wu Qiangwei squatted down, cleared some weeds next to her and then sat down.

Song Guanchao watched, wanting to laugh, thinking was it because she wasn’t wearing underwear and was afraid of getting pricked by the weeds?

Although he said nothing, his smile gave him away, and Wu Qiangwei knew exactly what unwholesome thoughts he was harboring.

She reached out her hand, pinching and twisting the flesh at his waist.

"Ouch~"

"Why are you pinching me?" Song Guanchao’s body twisted from the pain.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I’m not thinking about anything."

"Hmph!" Wu Qiangwei pinched him again.

"Stop pinching."

"Then tell me, what are you thinking?"

"I..."

"No lying!"

"Do you really want me to say it?"

"Say it!"

"I was thinking, since you’re not wearing underwear, could the weeds prick you?"

Wu Qiangwei paused, then continued pinching the next second.

"Stop pinching, or I’ll fight back!"

"Just keep pinching!"

"I really will fight back!"

Seeing she wouldn’t stop, Song Guanchao grabbed her waist.

Her waist was devoid of excess fat, the tender touch sending ripples through his heart.

"Ah!" Wu Qiangwei gasped, her annoyance fueling her continued pinching.

The two of them went back and forth, hitting and pinching each other, until suddenly Song Guanchao grabbed her hands and pinned her down on the grass.

Wu Qiangwei was pressed against the grass, Song Guanchao interlocked their fingers tightly, holding down her arms firmly, their faces only less than ten centimeters apart.

Under the cold moonlight, they could clearly see each other’s faces.

Their eyes locked, subtle feelings of affection slowly spreading in their hearts.

Their heartbeats began to race, hormones running wild with no direction.

The ambiguous atmosphere rapidly heated up.

Song Guanchao’s face slowly drew closer, Wu Qiangwei’s eyelashes trembled gently, her eyes slowly closing, lips slightly parting as if in welcome, waiting, anticipating.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

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