"Secretary Song?"
The man offering a toast noticed that Secretary Song was holding his glass without moving and became curious.
"Come on, let's drink."
Song Guanchao kept his smile and took a sip.
Others took turns coming up to offer him a toast.
Song Guanchao's heartbeat was racing; he felt that he was pressing against her face.
Though it was through his pants, he could clearly feel the softness of her cheek.
He kept trying to rein in his thoughts, trying to suppress his reaction, but it was no use.
Instead, it grew harder...
And he could clearly feel that Wu Qiangwei's body trembled slightly.
Clearly, she had noticed his reaction too.
Wu Qiangwei wanted to die of shame at this moment!
Being held in Song Guanchao's arms was already her limit of endurance.
But now, he was actually... actually pressing that against her face!
"Okay, that's enough, let's not disturb Secretary Song anymore."