Shen Hanqian felt awkwardly trapped in her room, endlessly regretting and hating Xiao Qingcang. It was always him wanting some thrill; though the bedroom was only steps away, he insisted on doing it in the car.
If it happened in the car, so be it, but couldn't he park the car in the garage?
He refused, insisting on parking the car in the yard.
And he had a whole bunch of reasons, a heap of solemn promises. Were not we parked behind a tree? With a tree as a screen, who could see anything?
Moreover, Little Junjun was sure to be watching cartoons or sleeping at that time. He wouldn't have spare time to witness their show.
As for Aunt Rong, she must be watching the child and wouldn't have time to spy on them either!
She didn't quite believe these reasons, but how could she resist when he kept caressing her, seducing her, and whispering all kinds of evil words in her ear?
Under his relentless persuasion, she followed along, agreeing to whatever he wanted.
