Deserted area.
A lonely car.
The car door is ajar.
As for what people inside might be doing, there's not much room for imagination.
Although BBA has fallen from its pedestal, the Q5's price is even less than Jiang Chen's Morning Light One, but at least they could afford a hotel room.
At worst.
There's always the option of hourly rooms.
But sometimes adults don't care about saving costs; they might be chasing excitement.
Just like Director Shi imagined, when someone carelessly opened the car door, there was a man and woman in their thirties sitting in the backseat.
Whether it was timely or not, the woman was straddling the man's lap, clothes askew, but not to the point of obscenity.
To put it crudely, they were in the flirting stage, cheek to cheek, sticky as glue, getting into the groove; these wild lovebirds never expected to be interrupted even in such a location.
