Shi Jinzhe took two deep, labored breaths and turned off the car lights: "Wait two more minutes and we'll be inside."

"No, we won't wait."

"The space here is too small."

“Not small.” Sheh raised his head, his arm around Shi Jinzhe’s shoulder, eager to show his full potential in his actions. “Move.”

"...I'm afraid you'll bump your head."

I should have known he would drive a spacious SUV instead of a sedan.

He fumbled for the button to recline the backrest, pressed it, and his body sank down a couple of inches. "He said one thing and did another."

Despite his words, he never stopped her behavior.

Shi Jinzhe pretended not to hear these words, took a few strands of Shehe's hair that were hanging down, twirled them in his palm a few times, and placed them on the back of her head so that Shehe could relax more.

Her legs clung tightly to her waist and hips as always; it was her nature and instinct. He had taught her so many things, but this was the one thing she didn't need. Shekh would find ways to get more pleasure on her own.

His words and actions are both honest, he doesn't hide anything, and the viewers are captivated.

The sound of clothes rubbing together was drowned out. Schechn, whose wrist had been bent when he grabbed it, finally understood just how insufficient the space he had mentioned truly was.

She couldn't hit her head, but her knees would keep hitting the obstacles on both sides of the seat. It was a comfortable seat for one person, but for two people, the cramped space made it difficult to stretch out her arms and legs.

Shekh seemed bound, so he could only lower his upper body and lie prone on Shi Jinzhe's body: "Can't you turn this place into a bed...?"

"You're using me as a bed, why would you need another bed?"

"But I feel that's not enough."

Shekh wiped the venom from the corner of his lips, then placed it on Shijin's lips, paused, lifted it again, and gently touched it, repeating this several times.

In this situation, even the simplest form of kissing is enough to ignite a strange emotional impulse. Shi Jinzhe, suppressing his emotions, remained calm on the surface and asked, "What's not enough?"

The two seemed to have switched places; the one who was anxious to get home was no longer in a hurry, while the one who wasn't in a hurry was now eager to vent and kept urging the other on.

The car was parked just a few dozen meters from the entrance, but no one mentioned getting out, unwilling to waste a single second.

Shekh, annoyed by the slow pace, looked down at him and asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

"I don't want to work hard today. Do whatever you want with me, take what you want."

"...Don't portray yourself as some kind of plaything."

"I didn't say that. You should think more about civilized and healthy things."

He disregarded the current situation and spoke boastfully without feeling the slightest bit ashamed.

Shekh ignored him, feigning ignorance, and asked, "What is civilization?"

"The antonym of vulgarity."

Shi Jinzhe pressed down on her waist, saying, "You should know this perfectly well."

"..."

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Shekh unexpectedly recalled a phrase: "...I saw two words online when I came back, which should be quite appropriate here."

"What is it?"

"When love runs deep, one cannot extricate oneself."

She pulled open his folded collar and whispered in his ear, "I don't like civilized things. I want you to be a little wild, like I'm telling you to do to me."

"Husband," she called out again.

Anyone can torture someone.

"..."

Time runs out, and the abacus is empty.

These two words are probably the switch that Shekh unconditionally activates; once pressed, all his restraint crumbles.

He opened the car door, and with Sheh looking confused, Shi Jinzhe carried her out.

"Are you going back?"

"No."

"Then you..." Shekh didn't finish speaking before he was put on the ground and turned to face the car door.

In the dead of night, near the desolate artificial island, there were hardly any streetlights. The car was parked sideways, blocking out distant lights. Shekh stared intently, feeling that apart from behind him, everything else was drafty.

Shi Jinzhe grabbed her hands from behind and braced them against the car body.

"Help him."

Once his waist was held down, Shekh heard him say, "Hold on tight."

Over the next few hours, the light in her eyes shimmered into tiny stars, her clear, far-sighted vision failed, and even squinting, she couldn't make out where the lamp was.

Sher's hand, which was pressed against the car door, kept sliding down. In the end, Sher could only rest one hand on the window frame and the other on the roof. She was completely unaware that her palm, which was pressed against the window, had been scratched red. She didn't even know when Shi Jinzhe had lifted up her skirt, which was about to fall off, and put it on her hand to cushion her hand.

She remembers turning around and seeing the horizon where the white line of dawn met the deep blue night sky at the approaching day.

I remember being blindfolded and taken back to the villa. As soon as the first door closed, before my feet even touched the ground, I was forced against another door.

Then I completely lost my focus and had no concrete memory of what happened afterward.

In short, when I opened my eyes again, I was completely disoriented, not knowing what day it was or what time it was. There was only one thing on my mind: to conjure up my tail before going back to sleep.