The Trembling Car

Their tongues entwined, Huo Xuan lost himself in the depths of passion. His hands instinctively slipped beneath Shen Rong's collar, deftly unhooking her bra before retreating to knead her full, supple breasts.

Shen Rong trembled violently, her breath quickening as she kissed him desperately. With a press of a button, the seats reclined, transforming the car into a makeshift bed.

The semi-private, semi-exposed space of the vehicle only fueled their desire. At this moment, Huo Xuan's mind was consumed with one thought—possessing the woman before him, to the exclusion of all else.

Shen Rong seemed even more lost in the throes of passion than Huo Xuan. If he was dry tinder, she was the spark that ignited the flames. Between feverish kisses, she unbuckled his belt, her small hand slipping into his underwear to grasp his burning, rigid arousal.

"Ah!" Huo Xuan gasped sharply, his fingers flicking with precision as his inner energy sliced through her black stockings, revealing the pink panties beneath. With a slight tug, he peeled away the delicate barrier guarding her most intimate place.

His fingers met slick warmth, and the direct touch drew a soft moan from Shen Rong. Her body melted like clay, her eyes glistening with tears as she whispered, "Love me."

What could a man say at such a moment? Huo Xuan gently turned her over, propping himself up on his elbows as he pressed her down, sealing their lips in another deep, wet kiss.

Her small hand continued its tender ministrations, stoking the fire within him until his breathing grew ragged. Minutes later, he could hold back no longer, plunging deep into her.

A low growl escaped Huo Xuan as his body surged forward with primal force. After the initial sting of pain, Shen Rong felt as if her soul had taken flight. She clung tightly to his waist, pulling him closer as she clumsily matched his rhythm.

Beneath the dim glow of streetlights filtering through the trees, the car rocked with increasing intensity.

Half an hour later, the car finally stilled. Shen Rong nestled against Huo Xuan's chest like a contented bird, her face still flushed with lingering pleasure, her lips curved in a faint smile as she closed her eyes.

For Huo Xuan, however, post-climax clarity brought a frown. He realized he might have just stepped into a minefield. If Shen Wanshan found out he'd deflowered his daughter, the man would probably pull out a gun on the spot.

Shen Rong, blissfully unaware of his worries, murmured softly, "Huo Xuan, you were so... fierce just now. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world."

Absentmindedly, Huo Xuan toyed with her soft, plump breasts and gave a noncommittal hum.

Then Shen Rong wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Don't worry about responsibility. Don't worry that I'll cling to you. What happened today will be the most beautiful memory of my life. I'll never regret it."

"Was it worth it?" Huo Xuan asked, his gaze tender. Men always cherished women like her—those who demanded nothing and disrupted nothing.

"It was," Shen Rong said firmly. "Even the longest love stories must end, don't they? I'm happy like this. I'll remember you forever in my heart, and I think... you won't forget me either, will you?"

Huo Xuan said nothing more. Instead, he pulled her tightly against him and kissed her sweet lips deeply.

By the time they arrived at the Shen residence, the food had long gone cold. Fortunately, Shen Wanshan and his wife didn't mind. Huo Xuan had seen Shen Wanshan before—just a distant glimpse, but it had left an impression.

Shen Wansong was a slightly portly middle-aged man in his fifties, his face perpetually adorned with a kindly smile. His wife bore a striking resemblance to him, radiating an approachable warmth that put people at ease.

The Shen family's living room was decorated casually, resembling a typical Beijing household. In this simple yet tidy space, Shen Wansong immediately sized up the young man before him and chuckled, "Xiao Huo, I've long heard of you. Come, have a seat."

Huo Xuan smiled modestly. "You flatter me, Director. I'm hardly noteworthy."

Shen Wansong laughed heartily. "It's rare to find such humility in young people these days."

After exchanging pleasantries, Huo Xuan presented two gifts—small trinkets he carried with him: a pair of exquisitely crafted jade leaves, their emerald hue rich and vibrant. Handing them to the couple, he said, "Director, these are just small tokens of respect."

Shen Wansong glanced at them and replied mildly, "Xiao Huo, there's no need for such formality. Besides, I never accept gifts."

Shen Rong quickly interjected, "Dad, Huo Xuan is here as my friend. If you won't take them, I will!" She promptly scooped up the gift box.

Helpless against his daughter, Shen Wansong relented. Turning back to Huo Xuan, he said, "We invited you today mainly to express our gratitude. You've risked your life twice to save Xiaorong. As her parents, we wanted to thank you properly."

Huo Xuan waved it off. "Shen Rong is my colleague. Helping her was only natural."

"Still," Shen's mother said earnestly, "you did save her life. Xiao Huo, if you ever face difficulties at work, don't hesitate to ask Lao Shen for help."

Huo Xuan smiled. "Auntie, my superiors treat me well. I have no complaints."

"Oh?" She nodded, then probed further, "Xiao Huo, how old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Having just been intimate with their daughter, Huo Xuan felt a pang of guilt. "Twenty-three, by Chinese reckoning. And... yes, I do."

"I see." Disappointment flickered across her face. "With your qualities, some girl is very fortunate indeed."

Shen Wansong, however, remained impassive, steering the conversation toward Huo Xuan's work.

After a while, Huo Xuan excused himself following the meal. Shen Rong walked him to the door. Standing at the threshold, a thousand words lodged in her throat—yet all she could do was gaze at him mutely.

With a sigh, Huo Xuan gently pinched her soft, flushed cheek. "Silly girl, I'll visit when I can."

Her heart ached. Tears spilled despite herself, though she retorted, "Come or don't come—it's none of my business." Then, softer: "You're really leaving tomorrow?"

He nodded. "There's something important I must attend to."

"Then... be careful," she murmured, kissing his cheek before darting back inside.

Huo Xuan stared at where she'd vanished, exhaled deeply, and turned away.

The next morning, he boarded a flight to Jiangzhou. Lin Yue picked him up at the airport. On the ride home, she teased, "Little brother, you're practically glowing. Been naughty behind my back?"