The designated driver drove the car into the underground parking lot of the complex, and Song Guanchao paid the fare and went home to wash up first.
Just after kissing and hugging Jiang Yiren, her scent was all over him.
Women's noses are the most sensitive, and he didn't want Wu Qiangwei to catch a whiff of it later.
After cleaning up and changing into clothes that were easy to take off, Song Guanchao headed to Wu Qiangwei's home.
They lived in the same complex, making it incredibly convenient to meet.
He sent a message in advance, and when he reached the door, he sent another message, and within seconds, the door opened.
Wu Qiangwei wore a light pink home dress, her long hair smooth, her fair snow-white neck exposed light blue veins. Song Guanchao didn't dare imagine how fragrant she must be.
Probably knowing what was about to happen, Wu Qiangwei's gaze was a bit evasive, avoiding eye contact with him. She opened the door and turned around to walk inside.
