The woman in the car propped her hands on the window, gritting her teeth as she glanced back, "Are you satisfied now?"
The man behind her rustled as he put on his clothes, "What do you mean by satisfied? Don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for slander."
"Getting dressed, huh? Why are you still lying there? Want more?" The man slapped the woman's butt.
The woman remained unmoved, limply saying, "I'm out of strength; my legs are so weak that I can't move."
Goodness.
Sun Dasheng glanced downward.
Quite a mess.
He'll have to go to his own auto service store later for a thorough car wash.
He wrapped his arms around the woman, helping her get dressed.
A dozen minutes later.
As he watched her walk away, the woman swayed her slender waist as she slowly headed toward the elevator.
After finishing this unusual breakfast, Sun Dasheng drove to the auto service store.
Coincidentally, Zhong Liying was there.
