"Yes?" he responded.

As the light turned green, he drove to a quiet street and stopped the car by the roadside.

A soft sound echoed as he unfastened his seat belt and then pulled Rena into his arms. Her overcoat was unbuttoned, leaving her delicate body covered only in a thin red sweater.

Waylen didn't rush to kiss her, but instead pressed her gently against the steering wheel, his warm hand caressing her slender waist.

“What do you want to say?" he inquired.

Rena untied her hair, allowing her long brown locks to cascade down her waist, emanating the delightful fragrance of gardenia.

With her arms around his neck, she said in a sultry voice, "Waylen, | want to kiss you."

Her words ignited a fiery passion within Waylen. His neck flushed with desire, and his pulse quickened.

He couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to kiss her.

For an adult man and woman, kissing was just the beginning once they were both turned on.

Fortunately, the darkness of the evening provided them some privacy...

In any case, Rena felt too shy to indulge in such activities in the car with him, especially on the roadside.

Waylen couldn't resist whispering into her ear in a hoarse voice, “Don't move. Let me take care of you. If | don't do it well, just tell me..."

It had been a while since he had been intimate with someone, and he had never been this intimate with any woman in his memory.

However, he wanted Rena to feel comfortable and happy.

By the end of it, they both looked like a mess...

Rena blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to button up her wool skirt, but her trembling fingers couldn't manage it.

Waylen gently helped her tidy up, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Looking at Rena, he couldn't help but feel soft hearted. He skillfully helped her buttoned the skirt.

As their eyes met, there was an unmistakable desire reflected in each other's gaze.

Clearly, they weren't satisfied yet...

In a low voice, Waylen suggested, "Let's go home for dinner. My dad has been calling me several times.”