The scent of the strong liquor was intoxicating, and as they kissed passionately, they began to sweat from the stifling heat.
At some point, Li Chengyun unbuckled his seat belt and rolled over, pressing Yu Jingrong down onto the car seat. He fiddled with the switch and turned the seat into a lounge chair. The sounds of panting inside the car became more prominent, and the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous, as if it was on the verge of exploding...
After a while, Yu Jingrong pulled away from her own lips and looked into her blurry eyes. "We can't wait until tomorrow."
"Huh?" Yu Jingrong blinked, puzzled.
Once sober, she became even more inebriated. Her vision blurred, and the person pressing down on her turned fuzzy.
Eventually, she seemed to see her father's face, in a semi-dream state.
"Do you want to do it in the car?" Li Chengyun teased, his voice hoarse with desire as he nibbled on her lips.
Drunk, Yu Jingrong was lost in her dreams, crying out in anguish, "Dad."
