Daddy, Come Home For Dinner!

Chapter 1142: Chapter 1142: Why Don’t You Switch Hands?

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.

Li Xiaoyun snapped back to reality, noticing the green light had changed several seconds ago.

Li Xiaoyun hastily drove on.

The fingertip once brushed by Zhao Dingli’s lips leaning unconsciously against the steering wheel.

Trying to rub off the lingering, exceptionally clear sensation on her fingertip.

But to no avail.

The steering wheel’s not too soft not too hard leather texture didn’t help at all.

On the contrary, made the sensation more vivid.

She couldn’t forget it no matter how much she tried.

Afterwards, Li Xiaoyun didn’t dare look at Zhao Dingli at all.

Even when stopped at red lights, she kept her eyes fixed forward.

Her gaze and face didn’t move a bit.

Zhao Dingli, for caution’s sake, constantly held back, not letting a trace of smile show.

For fear of Li Xiaoyun spotting a slip.

Still, to let Li Xiaoyun concentrate on driving, Zhao Dingli did nothing further, afraid of disturbing her.

Finally, they made it back to Li Xiaoyun’s place, parked, Li Xiaoyun got out first.

Zhao Dingli unbuckled his seatbelt but didn’t exit immediately, continuing to lean in the seat.

After a while, he finally opened the door.

Shifting his legs out first, his movements appeared especially labored.

Then he used his hand to steady on the car door, seemingly struggling to stand.

Li Xiaoyun had mostly regained herself now.

Quite unlike before in the car, not entirely dazed.

"How are you? Dizzy?" Li Xiaoyun came over to ask.

She couldn’t just leave him be.

"A bit weak, headache." Zhao Dingli frowned, speaking feebly.

"How much did you even drink?" Li Xiaoyun said while supporting his arm, "Let me pull you up."

"I’m too heavy for you to pull," Zhao Dingli said.

Li Xiaoyun tried pulling with some force, and sure enough couldn’t move him.

Zhao Dingli remained seated sturdily.

"Give me your hand, I’ll use it to stand up," Zhao Dingli said, "You don’t need to exert much, just support me."

"Okay." Li Xiaoyun quickly handed him her hand.

Zhao Dingli grasped Li Xiaoyun’s hand.

His hand was dry and hot and large, nearly wrapping hers entirely in his palm.

The grip was quite firm.

Though not heavy-handed, it was assuredly secure, indeed making Li Xiaoyun unable to retract her hand.

Zhao Dingli thought about using the leverage of standing up to accidentally pull Li Xiaoyun into his arms.

Would that work?

Zhao Dingli considered it, and thought better.

Sitting in the car, if it went wrong, Li Xiaoyun might end up hitting the car instead, hurting herself.

So Zhao Dingli dismissed the idea.

To make it convincing, he honestly placed much of his weight on Li Xiaoyun’s hand, then came out of the car.

Zhao Dingli casually shut the car door, Li Xiaoyun locked the car, then supported Zhao Dingli on the way home.

Li Xiaoyun’s one hand was still held by Zhao Dingli, not released, she did try pulling it out, but it was no use.

Her other hand busy supporting Zhao Dingli’s arm.

Now without colleagues around, Zhao Dingli didn’t have to keep up appearances, placing his weight entirely on Li Xiaoyun.

Li Xiaoyun ended up wobbly from his pressure.

Especially with a hand held by him, her arm twisted awkwardly, making walking inconvenient, particularly clumsy.

Li Xiaoyun could only suggest to Zhao Dingli, "Could you swap to the other hand?"

Seeing Li Xiaoyun’s actions indeed appeared uncomfortable for walking, Zhao Dingli let go.

Yet he didn’t go grasp Li Xiaoyun’s hand again.

As Li Xiaoyun lifted her left hand, unexpectedly Zhao Dingli raised his arm, directly encircling her shoulder.

Li Xiaoyun: "..."

Fine, this way supporting him was slightly easier.

But now she and Zhao Dingli were even closer.

Looking on, it seemed Li Xiaoyun was nestled against Zhao Dingli.

Because they were particularly close, his cologne was especially pronounced.

After a day, not as strong as in the morning.

Yet the scent lingered vividly in its later tones.

Though faint, it was clear from Li Xiaoyun being right in Zhao Dingli’s arms, still strongly noticeable.

Li Xiaoyun suddenly felt something amiss, she sniffed several times.

She could even smell the cologne, so how come there was no alcohol scent?

Zhao Dingli was this drunk, clearly the alcohol scent should be present if not strong.

Li Xiaoyun cared not about shyness now, raising her head suspiciously at Zhao Dingli.

He still wore a slight frown, looking uncomfortable.

"What is it?" Zhao Dingli noticed Li Xiaoyun’s glance over, his heart skipped.

Had he let something slip?

Li Xiaoyun sniffed a few more times, making a final confirmation, then asked, "Why is there no alcohol scent on you?"

Zhao Dingli: "..."

"Actually... my alcohol tolerance isn’t great." Zhao Dingli explained, "By the amount I drank tonight, it wouldn’t be much for others. Especially compared to heavy drinkers, like I didn’t at all."

"But because I rarely socialize, rarely drink." Zhao Dingli persisted in his drunken demeanor, taking a deep breath, then continued, "Even at gatherings, I hardly drink much. So I never built up tolerance, even now, a little makes me drunk."

Zhao Dingli spoke rather helplessly.

But indeed, some people aren’t strong drinkers.

Li Xiaoyun listening, trusted the explanation.

Moreover, Zhao Dingli had indeed drunk some tonight, not none.

No scent mostly to avoid Li Xiaoyun’s detest.

With his sparse drinking, smell naturally lessened.

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