The two embraced for a long time, and it was only after a while that Song Guanchao relaxed his grip on her shapely buttocks.
But she didn't pull away, instead continuing to lean against him.
The strong and broad chest was very comfortable to lie on.
After a moment, she slowly sat up.
She glanced down, tilted her body to reach for the tissues from the bedside table, and carefully wiped away.
Once everything was clean, Song Guanchao pulled over the blanket and covered both of them.
He stretched out his arm, and Wu Qiangwei lay her head in his embrace, suddenly asking, "I'm three years older than you, do you mind?"
"If a woman is three years older, it's like holding a gold brick," Song Guanchao said. "Besides, in this age, who cares about age? Not just three, even thirty years... well, thirty is a bit much—that wouldn't work."
Wu Qiangwei let out a gentle laugh and asked again, "Have you really thought it through? Being with me might bring a lot of difficulties."
