The lips just brushed against Li Xiaoyun's fingers.
Li Xiaoyun's fingertips down to the joint were grazed entirely by Zhao Dingli's lips.
The soft, somewhat moist touch with a wet and tingling current spread from Li Xiaoyun's fingers to her entire body.
Li Xiaoyun felt as if she'd been burned, and her hand almost jerked back.
There was no light in the car, pitch dark, so her flushed face wasn't seen.
But now, not just her face was burning, even the fingertip touched by his lips was unbearably hot.
Even though her fingertip was actually dry, she seemed to still feel the moisture of his lips.
The red light had unknowingly turned green.
But Li Xiaoyun didn't notice at all, still dazing out, feeling herself all hot.
Meanwhile, the culprit Zhao Dingli was leaning against the seat, half-squinting, somewhat drunkenly dazed, completely unaware of what happened, looking completely innocent.
Until the cars behind started honking impatiently and incessantly.
