She was a primary school teacher with a soft waist and ample bosom, her eyes gleaming with a pure softness when she lowered her gaze; he was Zhou Meng, the car repair shop owner who reeked of engine oil, with broad shoulders and a scar on his eyebrow that hinted at his wildness, possessiveness etched into his bones, and the ways he entangled her at night were more numerous than the cars he had repaired.

He always liked to corner her in the shabby break room of the auto repair shop, his greasy hands rubbing her waist through her skirt, saying in his rough and domineering voice, "I tighten screws during the day and fix you at night."