The man cradled her into the car.
Greatly enjoying her initiative, his blood flowing, his large palm grabbed the root of her thigh, pushing her skirt upwards, his hand moved inside, pressing her against the glass as he continued to kiss her, teaching her bit by bit how to kiss, how to demand.
Lifting another hand to hook around her buttocks, he drew her body in, storming her through and through, occupying her, until a cry rose from her throat, yet he still felt it wasn't enough.
He couldn't keep his hands off the person in his arms, yet he never treated her gently or delicately.
This scene.
The driver in the front seat had long been accustomed to it, where Mr. Xu and that person would, anytime and anywhere. Having been with them so long, they never seemed to tire, always eager to embrace each other without a moment's hesitation.
The car started slowly, taking the asphalt road back to the city along the Seattle bay coastline.
Facing the night, the car window was half-opened.
