Despite He Qianhui's efforts, she couldn't stop Zhang Hao, and they ended up being intimate in the car together.
Zhang Hao was worried about the possibility of altitude sickness, so his movements weren't as urgent as they would be at home.
Instead, they were slow and forceful, extinguishing the fire of desire in both of their hearts, lying in the back seat panting heavily.
Just then, someone knocked on the car window.
The sudden interruption startled them, and Zhang Hao quickly got dressed and sat up, rolling down the window.
Qianhui grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself, but anyone with experience would know what had happened,
just by looking at their flushed, sweat-drenched faces.
Moreover, the ambiguous scent of the two filled the car.
The person who knocked on the window was a man wearing sunglasses, a white T-shirt with letters, and a pair of cargo pants.
One could tell from his outfit that he was also a tourist.
Zhang Hao asked what was the matter.
