Gong Xue was stable now — in theory it was doable.
But the two of them didn’t dare rush into it.
Chen Qi had been back for several days, mostly tied up with paired assistance work.
And her hormones had risen, making her have needs; after a lot of tentative fumbling that didn’t really hit the spot, in the end they still tried once, very carefully.
It felt great!
It was late at night.
After that wonderful experience, Gong Xue had already fallen asleep.
The second bedroom light stayed on; Chen Qi hunched over the desk writing a report.
In an era that prized collectivism, anyone who could think about his personal perspective was rare.
That was also why he was so wild and unmethodical that the leaders didn’t know how to place him.
He had a lot to do, but when he actually put pen to paper he kept cutting and trimming.