He Qianhui struggled fiercely, urging Zhang Hao not to vent his desires in such a place.
If someone really passed by, even if they didn't peer into the car window, the car would sway slightly in rhythm with their movements.
The young people of today have their ways, and some things don't need to be spelled out explicitly.
As the saying goes, it's something that can be understood without being expressed.
The youth are clever; with a hint, they can grasp what can't be explicitly articulated.
Passersby, upon seeing their car rocking gently, would know exactly what was happening inside.
Under He Qianhui's pushing, Zhang Hao had no choice but to stop the actions he was in the midst of.
However, his hands remained propped on either side of her shoulders.
"What's wrong, don't forget we bought this car just so we could have our car shakes in it, you're resisting so much now, could it be because it doesn't feel good in the car?"
