"Will, I’m warning you, you... you better not mess around!"
This was the first time he had seen her so nervous, and it only piqued Will’s interest.
"What do you mean ’mess around’? Eh?!" He leaned in and kissed her face, "Does this count?"
"Will!" she gritted her teeth, "This is the last time!"
He leaned in again, she turned her face away, so he unabashedly planted a kiss on her cheek, his nose brushed past her earlobe, his warm, damp lips gently kissed the side of her ear, making her uncontrollably shiver.
Jessica was so angry she wanted to kill someone, yet Will was a bit infatuated with this game.
So as she dodged and struggled, he seized every chance to repeatedly kiss her; initially just for fun, but then he unwittingly sank deeper into the game, with his kisses no longer limited to her face—as she was resisting too fiercely, and he couldn’t reach—so he moved downward, and as she shook her head left and right, he attacked her neck, his force growing stronger, turning from initial pecks into greedy sips.
It had been a long time since he had touched a woman, and the scent and softness of the body beneath him, combined with the power of alcohol, gradually devoured his sanity.
Jessica distinctly felt something getting hard, pressing against the root of her thigh...
She froze for a moment, then it dawned on her what it was, and rage reaching its peak, she abruptly lifted her right arm. The man, lost in desire, had become somewhat relaxed at this point and was immediately broken free from, followed by her fist striking his cheek.
Caught off-guard, Will was hit and toppled off her body, while Jessica quickly got up and started kicking and beating him without a second thought.
"You bastard, I’ll kill you today..."
After taking a couple of kicks, Will’s rationale returned along with the realization that he had gone too far. He quickly leapt up.
"You... don’t get me wrong, I... I just..."
Jessica didn’t give him a chance to explain, attacking him like a little fury. Knowing he was in the wrong, Will felt too embarrassed to fight back and turned to run away.
Thus began a chase, with a man and a woman circling the car, sometimes chasing straight, sometimes in reverse...
Jessica cursed and pursued until she was so tired she collapsed beside the car door, still picking up rocks and leaves from the ground and hurling them at him in frustration.
"You bastard, I’ll kill you... you pervert..."
Not until there were no more loose stones at her side did she finally lean against the car exhaustedly, "You... just wait, I... I’ll castrate you..."
Gradually, her cursing subdued.
Will cautiously peeked out from the front of the car, seeing her with her head tilted against the car door, her long eyelashes drooping, seemingly asleep.
Fearing a trick, he didn’t dare to approach, but found a spot near the car’s front to sit down, heaving a weary sigh.
The damn girl had so much energy after drinking so much; now he too was completely worn out from the ordeal.
As time stealthily slipped away, Will glanced at his watch, and it was already past midnight.
He turned his head and saw that Jessica, still leaning against the car door at the back of the car, remained in the same pose, seemingly indeed asleep. Will silently breathed a sigh of relief.
The moonlight was shrouded by clouds, making the light even dimmer.
From afar, a gust of wind blew by. Will pulled his suit jacket tighter around him, quickly got back into the car, grabbed the spare blanket from the car, draped it over himself, and comfortably leaned back in the seat.
After lying down for a while, he uneasily sat up straight again.