The trauma she suffered on the professional racing circuit had already made her will incredibly resilient.
So even if she felt any emotions, she rarely showed them. Or rather, she didn’t need so much attention and comfort. She was the kind of girl who was often overlooked.
At that time in the car, Miao Ying didn’t start the engine right away. She just sat silently in the driver’s seat, making Zhou Wang unsure whether she was waiting for him to tell her where to go or waiting for something else...
Eventually, Zhou Wang decided to try a gentle approach. He coughed lightly and asked, "Ying Tao, you must be tired from shopping for so long, right? Want to rest for a bit before we continue?"
"...Okay."
Miao Ying just nodded.
So Zhou Wang spoke again, "The front seat seems pretty cramped, how about... we move to the back?"
Zhou Wang couldn’t see it, but Miao Ying’s body tensed up under her clothes. Then there was a silence that possibly lasted nearly a minute. Suddenly, Miao Ying opened the car door and got out, then silently moved to the back seat.
The car was parked in an indoor parking lot of an office building opposite Tsinghua Art College. The parking lot was on the ground floor, at the back of the building, in a garden-style setting.
A black Audi A6L was parked in one of the corners.
On the left side and behind were flower beds, on the right side was a small truck, and directly ahead was a slanted entrance to the office building.
Strictly speaking, this environment wasn’t very private, after all, it was broad daylight, but if one sat in the back seat, unless they got very close, it wasn’t so easy to be discovered.
There was a bit of excitement.
Zhou Wang also moved to the back seat. He had to admit, although the Audi A6L wasn’t a very expensive luxury car, it was still an executive vehicle, and the space in the back was quite adequate.
At least one could stretch their legs with plenty of room to move.
Zhou Wang knew he had to take the initiative now, so he first moved to the middle and, when Miao Ying lowered her head, he once again took Miao Ying’s small hand.
But this time, Zhou Wang progressed quickly, lingering only a moment in Miao Ying’s palm before moving up her arm.
It was like the childish game everyone played when they were young, using two fingers to walk, step by step, climbing on Miao Ying’s skin.
Miao Ying’s attire was always quite conservative, or rather, most of the time, she rotated just six sets of clothes—three brand-name business attires and three brand-name athletic outfits provided by the system.
Today, she was wearing the business look... a khaki fitted women’s suit.
The thin material of the jacket allowed Zhou Wang’s fingertips to feel her slight warmth underneath. The imaginary little person made by Zhou Wang’s fingers lightly leaped over the Audemars Piguet Royal Oak watch from her wrist, then moved up to her slender but firm shoulder.
There, Zhou Wang gently pressed, as if feeling the powerful muscles beneath, causing him to sigh.
Having experienced so much soft touch, this slight resilience offered Zhou Wang a whole new sensation.
Lingering for a while at Miao Ying’s shoulder blade, Zhou Wang reluctantly continued his touch sliding to the base of Miao Ying’s neck.
When the barrier of clothing was gone, the contact between his fingertips and Miao Ying’s skin, where visible blue veins were apparent, caused her body to shudder slightly.
Zhou Wang looked at her, eyes gently closed, face turned to the side, lips slightly parted, seemingly using this method to adjust her increasingly rapid breathing.
Zhou Wang was no longer satisfied with letting his fingers occupy the space. He moved once more, now squeezing into the seat with Miao Ying.
Their knees touched, and the already slender-looking Miao Ying, in a slightly helpless posture, was pressed into the triangle formed by the car door and the seat by Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang’s warm breath was now on Miao Ying’s raised, elegant neck.
Miao Ying didn’t know how her jacket was removed, because when Zhou Wang acted, her mind had already gone blank under Zhou Wang’s suddenly pressing lips.
Miao Ying was different from other girls Zhou Wang had been with. She wasn’t the type who dated or even watched films with serious content.
But being part of a racing team, she had encountered other female drivers who often found various ways to relieve their stress, so Miao Ying was naive but vaguely knowledgeable.
She didn’t know what Zhou Wang intended to do after coming to the back seat, but Miao Ying had a slight mental preparation. She guessed she might lose a bit of innocence, maybe Zhou Wang would kiss her, maybe he would caress her waist once again.
But she hadn’t imagined...
Everything began from her neck.
She hadn’t expected that such an ordinary place, when touched so intimately, would cause such intense sensory stimulation.
The softness of pear blossoms mixed with a hint of sesame and some sticky rice created an itch that seemed to claw deep into the soul.
Biting into it, juice suddenly burst forth.
Miao Ying tightly clamped her long, straight legs together, her eyes, bright and clear, seeming to penetrate the car roof, seeing an endless sky, and her body and mind began to drift.
Until, in her daze, Zhou Wang’s mouth also climbed up, capturing her thin yet peculiarly sensual lips.
Miao Ying didn’t know how she felt.
At the moment she lost her first kiss, she ultimately regained some clarity.