Song Nanqiao’s kisses were very gentle, landing on her cheeks and neck like dragonflies skimming the water’s surface, one after another. They were accompanied by warm breath and Song Nanqiao’s unique scent.
Wen Wenyao’s heart raced as if a little deer were frolicking inside her.
She trembled under the kisses, and it had been a long time since she had been this close to Song Nanqiao. Her body had become sensitive, and even a simple kiss on her neck was becoming unbearable.
The woman in her arms blushed slightly, raising her neck to allow Song Nanqiao to kiss her more deeply. She wanted Song Nanqiao to explore further.
Considering Wen Wenyao had to go back to filming soon, Song Nanqiao restrained herself, making the kisses gentle and leaving no noticeable marks.
“Darling… I missed you.”
“I know.”
“Um, I also want to kiss you.”
With that, Wen Wenyao initiated a kiss on Song Nanqiao’s neck, and the two began to passionately kiss in the office.
“This is the office.”
Song Nanqiao restrained herself, preparing to pull away.
She was still working, and there might be staff coming over at any moment. If they were seen in such a situation, it would be very troublesome.
She knew that they hadn’t seen each other for a while, and Wen Wenyao must be longing for her. However, a bit of self-control was still advisable.
“Hmm? Can’t we be in the office?”
Wen Wenyao didn’t seem to have considered any special circumstances. This was Song Nanqiao’s private office, and the soundproofing was excellent. Only high-level management had access, and they had to knock to enter.
It should be perfectly safe.
During this time, Wen Wenyao had been missing Song Nanqiao terribly, and she even dreamed about her at night. How could she possibly stop what was about to happen now?
“Do you really want to?” It wasn’t impossible; they could simply lock the door.
“Yes, I want you so much,” Wen Wenyao replied.
She often wore Song Nanqiao’s clothes.
“Alright…”
There was nothing wrong with it.
Song Nanqiao removed her coat and draped it over her office desk, which was quite large. After ensuring that Wen Wenyao wouldn’t be uncomfortable lying on it, Song Nanqiao helped her up.
Although lying on Song Nanqiao’s coat wasn’t as soft as a mattress, it was still comfortable enough, and they wouldn’t be here for long.
“Don’t move too much; the desk is quite hard.”
Song Nanqiao said before walking over to the sink and using antibacterial soap to wash her hands. She then went to the window, pulled down the curtains, walked to the door, and locked it. Now it should be safe.
Finally, she returned to Wen Wenyao’s side.
Under Wen Wenyao’s gaze, Song Nanqiao slowly undressed her, peeling away layer by layer like unwrapping a delicate flower. When she reached the center, she could see the most beautiful scenery.
The daylight illuminated Wen Wenyao’s fair and porcelain-like skin, making it dazzling. As Song Nanqiao’s hands touched her, she had an irresistible desire to explore, as if she were caressing a precious jade.
Wen Wenyao’s eyes were now teary, like a helpless little lamb.
“This look in your eyes makes me feel like I’m bullying you.”
Song Nanqiao stroked her head.
“No… you’re not bullying me.” Wen Wenyao shook her head, feeling a bit shy.
Song Nanqiao chuckled softly and continued her actions.
Yes, this was her wife; there was nothing wrong with what she was doing…
Next, she continued to move down slowly. In Wen Wenyao’s eager eyes, she unraveled her defenses layer by layer. What she touched now had a satin-like texture, and feeling the warmth in her hand, Song Nanqiao didn’t hesitate to go further…
Gentle and quick, Song Nanqiao had mastered the right intensity.
Soon, Wen Wenyao felt something building up inside her body. Her eyes misted, and she tried to catch her breath to ease the sensation. However, her efforts were futile, and soon, the waves of pleasure engulfed her.
With something unique to her, it dripped onto Song Nanqiao’s coat and left some traces on the desk.
…
Afterward, Song Nanqiao held her, wiped her clean, and helped her put on her clothes.
“How was that? Are you okay?” Song Nanqiao asked.
“Um…”
Exhausted, Wen Wenyao pushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead and sat in Song Nanqiao’s chair, sipping some lukewarm water.
“You should rest for a while. I’ll clean up the desk, and then we can go home,” Song Nanqiao said, draping a blanket over her. The weather had gotten colder, so Wen Wenyao had dressed lightly. She might catch a cold.
Wen Wenyao felt a bit embarrassed looking at Song Nanqiao’s coat and desk, which she had dirtied. She wondered if she should help Song Nanqiao clean up. Sitting there like this didn’t seem quite right.
She hesitated about whether to help…
Seeing Wen Wenyao’s shyness and discomfort, Song Nanqiao turned her head and said, “It’s okay, just clean it up.”
Afterward, Song Nanqiao got back to work, making sure to tidy up her desk. Fortunately, she had moved the documents earlier; otherwise, she might have had to reprint them.
Song Nanqiao’s kisses were very gentle, landing on her cheeks and neck like dragonflies skimming the water’s surface, one after another. They were accompanied by warm breath and Song Nanqiao’s unique scent.
Wen Wenyao’s heart raced as if a little deer were frolicking inside her.
She trembled under the kisses, and it had been a long time since she had been this close to Song Nanqiao. Her body had become sensitive, and even a simple kiss on her neck was becoming unbearable.
The woman in her arms blushed slightly, raising her neck to allow Song Nanqiao to kiss her more deeply. She wanted Song Nanqiao to explore further.
Considering Wen Wenyao had to go back to filming soon, Song Nanqiao restrained herself, making the kisses gentle and leaving no noticeable marks.
“Darling… I missed you.”
“I know.”
“Um, I also want to kiss you.”
With that, Wen Wenyao initiated a kiss on Song Nanqiao’s neck, and the two began to passionately kiss in the office.
“This is the office.”
Song Nanqiao restrained herself, preparing to pull away.
She was still working, and there might be staff coming over at any moment. If they were seen in such a situation, it would be very troublesome.
She knew that they hadn’t seen each other for a while, and Wen Wenyao must be longing for her. However, a bit of self-control was still advisable.
“Hmm? Can’t we be in the office?”
Wen Wenyao didn’t seem to have considered any special circumstances. This was Song Nanqiao’s private office, and the soundproofing was excellent. Only high-level management had access, and they had to knock to enter.
It should be perfectly safe.
During this time, Wen Wenyao had been missing Song Nanqiao terribly, and she even dreamed about her at night. How could she possibly stop what was about to happen now?
“Do you really want to?” It wasn’t impossible; they could simply lock the door.
“Yes, I want you so much,” Wen Wenyao replied.
She often wore Song Nanqiao’s clothes.
“Alright…”
There was nothing wrong with it.
Song Nanqiao removed her coat and draped it over her office desk, which was quite large. After ensuring that Wen Wenyao wouldn’t be uncomfortable lying on it, Song Nanqiao helped her up.
Although lying on Song Nanqiao’s coat wasn’t as soft as a mattress, it was still comfortable enough, and they wouldn’t be here for long.
“Don’t move too much; the desk is quite hard.”
Song Nanqiao said before walking over to the sink and using antibacterial soap to wash her hands. She then went to the window, pulled down the curtains, walked to the door, and locked it. Now it should be safe.
Finally, she returned to Wen Wenyao’s side.
Under Wen Wenyao’s gaze, Song Nanqiao slowly undressed her, peeling away layer by layer like unwrapping a delicate flower. When she reached the center, she could see the most beautiful scenery.
The daylight illuminated Wen Wenyao’s fair and porcelain-like skin, making it dazzling. As Song Nanqiao’s hands touched her, she had an irresistible desire to explore, as if she were caressing a precious jade.
Wen Wenyao’s eyes were now teary, like a helpless little lamb.
“This look in your eyes makes me feel like I’m bullying you.”
Song Nanqiao stroked her head.
“No… you’re not bullying me.” Wen Wenyao shook her head, feeling a bit shy.
Song Nanqiao chuckled softly and continued her actions.
Yes, this was her wife; there was nothing wrong with what she was doing…
Next, she continued to move down slowly. In Wen Wenyao’s eager eyes, she unraveled her defenses layer by layer. What she touched now had a satin-like texture, and feeling the warmth in her hand, Song Nanqiao didn’t hesitate to go further…
Gentle and quick, Song Nanqiao had mastered the right intensity.
Soon, Wen Wenyao felt something building up inside her body. Her eyes misted, and she tried to catch her breath to ease the sensation. However, her efforts were futile, and soon, the waves of pleasure engulfed her.
With something unique to her, it dripped onto Song Nanqiao’s coat and left some traces on the desk.
…
Afterward, Song Nanqiao held her, wiped her clean, and helped her put on her clothes.
“How was that? Are you okay?” Song Nanqiao asked.
“Um…”
Exhausted, Wen Wenyao pushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead and sat in Song Nanqiao’s chair, sipping some lukewarm water.
“You should rest for a while. I’ll clean up the desk, and then we can go home,” Song Nanqiao said, draping a blanket over her. The weather had gotten colder, so Wen Wenyao had dressed lightly. She might catch a cold.
Wen Wenyao felt a bit embarrassed looking at Song Nanqiao’s coat and desk, which she had dirtied. She wondered if she should help Song Nanqiao clean up. Sitting there like this didn’t seem quite right.
She hesitated about whether to help…
Seeing Wen Wenyao’s shyness and discomfort, Song Nanqiao turned her head and said, “It’s okay, just clean it up.”
Afterward, Song Nanqiao got back to work, making sure to tidy up her desk. Fortunately, she had moved the documents earlier; otherwise, she might have had to reprint them.
