Wu Yun lived near the City Committee. Song Guanchao parked the car, and as soon as he got out, Wu Yun clung to his arm, very endearing.
They had tried to be intimate several times, but each attempt was interrupted for various reasons. This time, Wu Yun felt there wouldn't be any unexpected occurrences.
As she thought about what was about to happen, Wu Yun couldn't help but feel nervous, her body slightly heating up under her clothes. She muttered softly to herself as a way to cover it up.
They exited the elevator and entered the room.
The apartment wasn't large, simply decorated, but the arrangement of the living room conveyed warmth everywhere.
She took off her down jacket, revealing a black round-neck sweater that clung to her delicate figure, emphasizing a sensual curve.
Song Guanchao reclined on the sofa, watching her with a smile, which made Wu Yun's cheeks flush slightly.
