"My name is Anna, a seemingly westernized pseudonym given to me by Big D, who we affectionately refer to as our 'mommy'. She's called Big D because she's well-endowed. She said she wanted to keep pace with international trends. My real name, however, is Meng Lan, Lan as in orchid. But I can't claim to have the elegance and nobility of an orchid, I am nothing but a lady with a shiny veneer and a rotten core.

In the deep autumn of 2008, the streets of Chuan city were filled with golden gingko leaves, which made the sky seem clearer and brighter.

Coco accompanied a wealthy client for an oversea trip last week and just returned yesterday. Momo, too, had just completed her beauty treatment at the beauty salon. As everyone was finally available, I gleefully twirled the car keys in my hand, "Ladies, follow me, let's go for a ride!"

With a gossip-laden face, Coco teased me, "Look at our Anna, so skilled! In just a few days, she has managed to pry a BMW out of Mr. Li's pocket!"

I was not in the mood for banter, so I smiled at them and headed straight to the underground garage, "Just wait here, I'll go get the car out."

I quickly reached the dimly lit and eerily quiet garage. In this place, I always feel a chill on my neck, so I naturally quickened my pace towards the silver BMW deep inside.

Just as I was reaching the car, I vaguely heard footsteps behind me. This sent chills down my spine but I was too scared to look back, hurrying to open the car door, hoping to flee as soon as possible.

However, just as I opened the door, someone pounced from behind me, causing us both to tumble into the driver's seat.

In that split second, I screamed out instinctively, "Ah! Help--"

Before I could finish screaming, the person swiftly covered my mouth, making it impossible for me to make a sound. But, I could tell it was a man. His hand, large and rough, covered half of my face. His calloused palm made my lips ache from the friction.

"Don't shout!" His deep, magnetic voice resounded in my ears, exuding an oppressive force that I couldn't resist. Judging by his voice, he was a young man.

My heart pounded at a frantic rate, my body trembling. I remembered a sister in our circle who was followed by a homeless man on her way home late at night. She was raped then murdered, stripped of all her possessions. When passersby found her, her eyes were wide open reflects her deep despair and fear. Her naked body was blurry from injuries, a fat rat climbing over it...

I didn't dare to continue with that thought. Feeling my scalp tingle with fear, I tried to wrestle the stranger pinning me down.

But the man stretched his long legs, tightly trapping mine. I was wearing a short skirt, and my exposed thighs were getting uncomfortably hot from the man's body heat.

"Let me go!" I gritted through my teeth, struggling. I put my hands up to push him away, but when I touched his chest, I was shocked by the large amount of sticky fluid I felt. I glanced down and was horrified -- it was blood!"

My mind went blank in an instant, shocked by this deep red blood. I didn't know if it was because I pressed his wound, his breathing suddenly became heavier and chaotic.

In my panic, I hastily drew back my hand, fearing that another touch would cost a life. Yet he seemed not to mind, still clinging tightly to me. His chest, hard and hot, pressed against my own, our heartbeats merged in the moment, undistinguishable from each other.

Even though I was in a place of debauchery, I had never encountered this kind of situation before. Every time I faced men of varying appearances, I had a way to handle them with ease, never forced this way.

He leaned in again and murmured in my ear, "Help me."

I didn't understand his meaning, but suddenly, I heard clattered footsteps from the barren parking lot outside the car, along with a man's vulgar scolding, "Screw you! I want to see where you can go after my blade has got you! Search thoroughly! Don't miss any corner!"

Upon hearing his words, my heart trembled, instantly grasping the situation. I asked him in a shaking voice, "Are these people coming for you?"

He nodded silently. From my angle, I could only see his thin lips and the clear contours of his chin which was slightly stained with blood.

Looking at his tight-lipped face, I could even sense his tension right now.

The chaotic footsteps outside the car were getting increasingly closer, like the scythe of the Death inching toward us. I heard his accelerating heartbeat and felt tremendously alarmed.

"Heads up, I think there's someone in that car over there!"

"Go check it out!"

...

With the approaching footsteps, I didn't have any more time to think. My body reacted faster than my mind as I quickly reached out and held the nape of his neck, slightly lifting my head to accurately find his thin lips and decisively pressed my own against them.

At that moment, I clearly felt his body jolt, probably he didn't expect my sudden 'attack'.

I slightly moved my hands along his face to his ear and murmured ambiguously, "Just play along..."

He tightened his grip on my hand in an instant, and began to ardently respond to my kiss. His kissing technique was skilled and intense, with a blended scent of tobacco and blood emanating from his mouth as our lips and teeth interlocked. Oddly, I wasn't repulsed, it was rather addictive, like an opium habit.

Our equal skill in kissing led us further into the scene. His powerful hands began to roam my body, a prickly, tingling sensation rushed from my feet to the top of my head. My body reacted, out of control and embarrassing, involuntarily entwined around his long, sturdy legs.

Who initiated it was a mystery, like a horse free of reins, the actions started to escalate...

If at the beginning, I could employ my adept flirting skills in this "love scene" effortlessly, by the end, I felt more like a novice. My mind was a blank slate, just letting my body provide the instinctual response.

Just then, a group of rowdy men halted next to my car, a large shadow blocking the only strands of light.

My heart tightened, worrying he would be discovered. Like a vine, I stretched my arms and legs as far as possible to intertwine with him, concealing his body. At the same time, I emitted embarrassing moans to match, "Mmm... Ah... Take it easy, Mr. Li... Ah..."

Whether it was an illusion or not, the man on top of me seemed to move more harshly, biting my earlobe, sucking lightly or heavily as he worked his way down. My body began to tremble involuntarily...

"Holy shit! A 'car quake' in broad daylight! So intense... even I've started reacting..."

"Damn, what bad luck! Couldn't find the man, and have to be subjected to this stimulation! Tsk, fellows, let's keep searching elsewhere..."