She had no idea how much she had drunk, completely tipsy, and as soon as she arrived, she grabbed his big hand and threw a banknote into it: Handsome, five bucks, one go?
At the time, he only heard one word: Go.
Go.
A woman saying something like that to a strong, muscular man was undoubtedly flirting.
"Honey, you're holding me too tight." She was still sitting on his lap, unintentionally touching the man's unmentionable part, and then scrambled to escape his embrace.
He happily let her go, calmly watching her: "Am I holding too tight? Or are you just too tempting?"
"..." She didn't speak. She was indeed fidgeting in his embrace just now, and then it felt hot, really hot.
She changed the subject: "Honey, that car is quite expensive. Let's not smash it." What a pity, she thought it drove really well.
She didn't yet know that her car had been smashed and thrown into a stinky ditch...
If she knew, she would definitely go looking for the 'culprit' to settle the score right now.
