The most common places for car sex are, in order, secluded wilderness spots, followed closely by parks.

Beyond parks, underground parking garages, dimly lit stretches of roadside with no pedestrians, the shadows beneath overpasses, and quiet back alleys also present viable options.

In a first-tier city like Jiangzhou, driving far enough into the countryside to be truly secluded is a major endeavor; you might spend two or three hours driving and still be within the metropolitan area, long past the point of opportunity.

So, parks become the default choice for car intimacy.

In developed regions like Europe and America, car sex has become an undeniable fixture in young people's lives, leading many vehicle manufacturers to design models that cater to this specific need. Although never stated explicitly in sales brochures, the implication is clear in commercials: a couple drives to a deserted beach, puts on some mellow music, reclines their seats, and shares a knowing glance—the rest is understood.

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The Audi B3 Wang Zhuo had just bought was, in fact, the most suitable model in the entire Audi lineup for this purpose; the B-series is nicknamed the "Bed-series" by the public, for obvious reasons.

With the press of a remote button, the panoramic roof slowly glided open with a soft rustle, spilling the pale moonlight inside, giving everything an almost unreal quality.

Wang Zhuo casually switched off the interior lights. Instantly, the cabin darkened, save for the beautiful, diffused glow emanating from the instrument panel and the natural moonlight washing over them, casting their figures in soft shadow.

Ruan Mingqing was agitated by the frantic sound of her own heartbeat. She swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "What CDs do you have?"

She tried to project an image of calm composure, but the unnatural tremor in her voice betrayed the flurry of panic, hesitation, and that slight, undeniable spark of expectation churning inside her.

"Just one disc for testing the system," Wang Zhuo smiled, retrieving a Blu-ray disc from behind the driver's sun visor. He slotted it into the car's player.

It was a disc with video. As the first piece of music began to play melodically, the familiar tune momentarily captured Ruan Mingqing’s attention. The screen displayed the sweeping, beautiful scenery of the American West, and a line of English text appeared, showing the song's title.

It was the Eagles' classic, "Take It Easy."

Take it easy. Translated into Chinese, it meant: Don't be nervous, relax, don't take things too seriously. Ruan Mingqing paused, then let out a soft, involuntary laugh. The song title seemed to be soothing her current state—what an astonishing coincidence.

Even Wang Zhuo noticed this strange serendipity. He scratched his head and looked at Ruan Mingqing. They shared a smile, though neither looked entirely natural.

In truth, they were overthinking it. How many chart-topping English golden oldies weren't steeped in romantic ambiguity? It could be said that nearly every piece of the most popular American country music from that era dealt with love and romance. For example, the lyrics of "Hotel California" painted a picture of young men and women drinking strong liquor, dancing wildly until they sweated profusely in the courtyard. And The Beatles’ "Yesterday" was a song entirely dedicated to regretting missed opportunities from the day before.

It was almost certain that, given their current emotional state, whatever song played would trigger relevant associations!

Ruan Mingqing decided to simply close her eyes and appreciate the music. What will be, will be. She resolved to let fate take its course and just listen.

What car matched what stereo system. The smooth melody flowed through the cabin, feeling utterly immersive, completely devoid of artifice. Wang Zhuo was profoundly grateful that his special ability was X-ray vision rather than super-hearing; otherwise, he’d hear the sound system’s back-wash frequencies too clearly, ruining the atmosphere and robbing him of a wonderful sensory experience.

While listening, he admired the profile of the beautiful woman beside him. Ruan Mingqing’s features were exquisitely refined without being ostentatious. She didn't have the currently fashionable sharp V-shaped chin or tiny face, nor did she possess eyes so large they seemed to speak, or lips that made Wang Zhuo’s desire surge uncontrollably. Yet, every single feature was top-tier, and together they formed a unique and captivating beauty—one of a kind.

Her profile lines were soft, her skin smooth with barely visible pores. Her delicate eyelashes were perfectly proportioned, fluttering slightly, betraying the complexity of her feelings.

At that moment, Wang Zhuo recalled the analysis by the famous online writer Duan Jian Tianya. Duan Jian Tianya argued that Ximen Qing had limitless money and could hire any courtesan, yet he was particularly fond of seducing other men's wives. The primary reason, Duan concluded, boiled down to two words: thrill.

Old Duan’s analysis was sound! Wang Zhuo savored the thought. The most prominent feeling right now was precisely that thrill. It was no wonder Fatty Long had learned the classic wisdom from Old Duan: nothing is more fun than messing with someone's wife. Seniors are seniors for a reason!

He couldn't help but smile, flipping open a small panel on the center console. Recalling the instruction manual, he pressed two specific buttons.

A faint whirring of electric motors sounded inside the car. Ruan Mingqing opened her eyes and turned her head just as Wang Zhuo’s driver’s seat began to smoothly recline backward, followed by the rear seat folding completely flat, connecting seamlessly with his seatback.

With this transformation, every seat inside, except for the passenger seat where she sat, had merged into one continuous, flat bed!

Ruan Mingqing was stunned. She had sat in well over a hundred different types of vehicles, but this configuration was a first. This car was practically designed for overnight trips; transformed like this, one could sleep in perfect comfort!

"It’s very comfortable lying down to watch the moon, Sister Ruan. Want to try?" Wang Zhuo suggested with a grin.

Lying down, however, was hardly just about watching the moon... Ruan Mingqing mused inwardly while softly humming an affirmative.

Wang Zhuo smiled and reached toward the headrest behind her head. She thought the young man was about to make his move impatiently and flinched backward like a startled rabbit. Instead, she watched Wang Zhuo merely grip the headrest of her seat and pull it off with barely any effort.

Then, Wang Zhuo lifted a small release tab on the inner side of her seat and slotted the detached headrest into it. Ruan Mingqing finally understood: Wang Zhuo had installed the headrests from the driver and passenger seats into the inner back panels. This way, once the seats were reclined, they perfectly filled the gap between the main seats, turning the entire cabin into a single, unified bed.

The seat slowly reclined. Ruan Mingqing slipped off her shoes, shifted upwards, and sat cross-legged on the newly formed backrest.

The music had changed sometime without her noticing to Xu Wei’s "Blue Lotus," "Nothing can stop your yearning for [the sublime]..." Accompanied by this yearning for the sublime, Ruan Mingqing slowly lay down.

Wang Zhuo cautiously reached out and took her hand. It only trembled for a moment before she let him hold it freely. He pressed closer, his other hand gliding across her abdomen, gently circling her waist. She offered no verbal refusal.

From the violent rhythm of her breathing, Wang Zhuo could sense her tension. Granted, she was a mature woman who was married and had given birth, but this was definitely a first for her. Furthermore, she appeared utterly inexperienced in pleasing a man, not even grasping the essential element of teasing resistance that heightens intimacy.

But this very authenticity, this true self, was one of the reasons Wang Zhuo was so captivated. Had she been a seasoned veteran of romance, his discerning eye would have spotted it instantly. Not only would the feeling have been diminished, but he would likely have already been disappointed and driven her home.

When she met his kiss with clumsy technique, it further confirmed Wang Zhuo's assessment—this passionate woman past her prime had lived a life of quiet austerity in her previous marriage. She didn't even know when to circle with her tongue or when to open and close her lips.

During a brief pause for breath, Wang Zhuo leaned close to her ear and teased in a low voice, "Sister Ruan, your technique isn't very good."

Ruan Mingqing answered him with a light punch. As the saying goes, a little bit of badness makes a woman love a man more. Wang Zhuo’s teasing remark didn't bother her; it only heightened the mood.

When Wang Zhuo leaned in again, she finally murmured softly, "I’m a foolish woman. You're the second man to kiss me."

Wang Zhuo was accustomed to being the first; being the second was a novelty, but he felt no displeasure. On the contrary, it made him feel he should cherish the woman beside him all the more. As he gently savored her soft tongue, he pulled up the edge of her blouse and slid his hand underneath.

Wherever his hand touched, the skin was exquisitely smooth. Ruan Mingqing writhed in a frenzy of emotion. Her body, long deprived of male touch, was utterly undone, and she had become significantly moist beneath her clothes.

Their bodies entwined, and even through the fabric, the heat radiating from each other was palpable. When Wang Zhuo found their clothes cumbersome, it took him only a few swift movements to strip down to his bare chest.

"Wait a moment!" Ruan Mingqing struggled out of her haze, her face flushed with embarrassment, and whispered, "I need to use the restroom."

"Uh..." Wang Zhuo froze for a second, then asked with a wry smile, "Number one or number two?"

Ruan Mingqing shot him an annoyed glance. "Number one. I drank too much!"

Number one was easy enough! Wang Zhuo chuckled, pulled his shirt back on, and said, "Let’s get out of the car, I’ll take you."

The park was silent. Wang Zhuo led Ruan Mingqing about ten meters to a patch of grass just outside a wall. He gestured vaguely a few times and then chuckled, "Just take care of it right here."

"Right here?!" Ruan Mingqing shook her head like a rattle drum. "There must be a public restroom in the park. Can we go there?"

"The gate is locked," Wang Zhuo replied, shaking his head. "I could jump over, but you can’t."

Seeing the hesitation on Ruan Mingqing’s face, he patted her shoulder encouragingly. "Hurry up. I’ve already chased the mosquitoes away for you."

Ruan Mingqing reluctantly nodded. Wang Zhuo then added with a smile, "I’ll wait over there. Don’t worry, I won't peek."

"No, don't go..." Ruan Mingqing grabbed his arm, whispering, "I’ll be scared if I’m alone. Just wait right here."

Wang Zhuo once again felt she was unusual. He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment, deciding to stand there openly, urging her on with his gaze.

The large amount of alcohol had only managed to give Ruan Mingqing's cheeks a shade of rosy white, but at this moment, her face was truly flushed scarlet. She turned away, presenting Wang Zhuo with a graceful, curved back, then slipped her hands inside her skirt and slowly squatted down.