Are you Drunk?
Boom!
"Ah—!"
"Careful," Zhang Wei cautioned as Cai Wenxi, in front of him, clutched her head. In her haste, she had hit her head against the roof of the car.
Ignoring his advice, her eyes filled with tears—not from the pain of the bump, but from the chaos around her.
She glanced around the car; the back seat was in disarray, stained with the marks of their activities together—her virgin blood mingled with their combined fluids.
With one hand, she grabbed a tissue and awkwardly tried to clean herself, her body still tingling with the remnants of their activities.
'It's a mess! It's a mess! Ugh!'
'It's too late — he would find out!'
"Where are my clothes!?" she thought in a panic, as a series of chaotic thoughts barraged her mind all at once.
Her eyes, wide with panic, scanned the cramped space for her clothes, her mind racing as she wondered where they could have gone.