Whose Hand Was It?

Chapter 96 Whose Hand Was It? (Day 2 of 10,000 Words)

Previously, there were always people who would film short videos of themselves sitting in the driver's seat of a Mercedes or BMW, then point the camera at the lace on the passenger seat and reach out to touch it.

These videos, which are half flaunting wealth and half pushing the boundaries, still have a lot of viewers.

Only now does Bae Suzy understand why these kinds of videos are so popular.

Now the tables have turned; she's driving a Ferrari, and in the passenger seat sits a handsome younger man.

He was wearing a suit, his long legs propped up on the glove box. Because of the alcohol, his eyes were half-closed and glazed over, making it impossible to tell whether he was taking a nap or looking ahead.

Although Bae Suzy wouldn't actually touch his thigh, but—

To be honest, she really wanted to drive the Ferrari with her left hand and hold Jung Do-hoon's hand resting on the center console with her right.

It would be best to roll down the car windows, turn off the air conditioning, and just enjoy the summer evening breeze and the beautiful night.

This is insane!

He was already asleep; in fact, if Bae Soo-ji gently touched him, Jung Do-hoon wouldn't even notice.

While I was hesitating, my phone's navigation gave me a notification: "[You have taken a new route. The new route takes seventeen minutes longer and involves three more traffic lights.]"

Oh no, I missed the elevated highway exit.

Oh well, let's just go with the flow.

Bae Suzy took her right hand off the steering wheel and tentatively placed it on Jung Do-hoon's hand, but when she touched it, she felt like she had been electrocuted.

This feeling is so unfamiliar, so distant—

I wish her Ferrari was a convertible.

[There is an 80 km/h speed camera 300 meters ahead. You are speeding. Please maintain your speed.]

[There is an 80 km/h speed camera 100 meters ahead. You are speeding. Please maintain your speed.]

Bae Soo-ji belatedly realized what was happening and slammed on the brakes, finally slowing the car down in front of the speed camera.

Jung Do-hoon was jolted forward by the inertia and suddenly woke up.

He looked at Bae Suzy, who was scratching her chin with her right hand and seemed a little flustered: "What's wrong?"

He actually fell asleep? Zheng Daoxun had clearly decided not to sleep and was forcing himself to go home.

Perhaps—he felt safe with Bae Suzy by his side?

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

Imagine there's a woman who's four years older than you, who's always calm and collected in everything she does. When you're with her, you can temporarily forget about the pressure and worries at work, chat about lighthearted or even ambiguous topics, and she always catches your jokes.

It's probably that feeling of peace of mind.

"It's nothing, I just missed the exit ramp for the elevated highway."

"The Ferrari's engine is still too powerful." Jung Do-hoon breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down. "Did they deliberately take a longer route?"

"What do you think?" Bae Suzy gave him a disgruntled look.

"I don't know, it depends on what Nuna is thinking."

"Oh! You still call me noona?" Bae Suzy shrank back, she really—

I can't resist a handsome younger man who keeps talking about "Nuna" all the time.

Especially high-ranking civil servants like Zheng Daoxun.

She tried to calm herself down by saying that Jung Do-hoon was deliberately teasing her, but the effect was minimal.

Hormones act directly on the body; how can psychological suggestion have any effect?

"Since you've already spoken up tonight, then hurry up and shout as much as you can while you're still drunk. I won't admit it when I wake up tomorrow."

"Hmph~"

For the rest of the journey, Jung Do-hoon forced himself to stay awake, and Bae Soo-ji also stepped on the gas, keeping the speed limit, and dropped him off at his apartment building as soon as possible.

"Won't you come up and sit for a while?"

"I'm in a hurry to go home and sleep."

Jung Do-hoon waved to Bae Soo-ji, saw her off in his red Ferrari as it disappeared into the night streets, smiled, and turned away.

It's not even 10 o'clock yet, Ya Xian probably hasn't gone to sleep yet.

Zheng Daoxun didn't go home immediately. Instead, he went to a nearby flower shop and bought a replacement bouquet before leisurely strolling home. The flowers in the vase need to be changed regularly.

When he opened the door with the flowers in his arms, intending to show them to Ya Xian, he noticed that the bathroom light was on.

"I'm back." Zheng Daoxun knocked on the bathroom door, reminded Ya Xian, put the flowers in a vase, and dragged his tired body straight to the bed.

Anyway, Ya Xian takes a long time to shower, so I'll just lie down and sleep for a while before it's my turn.

Your friend Yoona has completed today's check-in and earned 156 experience points.

Seolchong sent another message, still a screenshot of her studying: [Seolyoon: Secretary Dohoon, why haven't you finished your task yet today?]

Jung Do-hoon glanced at his phone in a daze. He had intended to let it go for today, but after closing his eyes, he felt uneasy if he didn't complete his Duolingo learning plan for the day.

It's probably an occupational hazard.

Jung Do-hoon forced himself to stay awake and used the last of his energy to complete today's tasks, then sent a screenshot:

[Mission accomplished, goodnight.]

The other party is typing —

He really couldn't take it anymore; his eyelids were practically drooping like they were in a boxing match.

In his hazy dream, Jung Do-hoon seemed to dream of Bae Soo-ji.

He had no doubt that they almost went off the gun.

After all, he was only twenty-five years old, and after his brief and passionate encounter with Sophia, he hadn't been in contact with any other women for over a year.

In a daze, Jung Do-hoon seemed to be back in that dimly lit carriage, where Bae Soo-ji was staring intently at him and gently kissing him.

The dream was so real that Jung Do-hoon even felt something; Bae Suzy gently ran her fingers along the zipper of his suit pants.

Zheng Daoxun felt his heart pound wildly. The sensation was so real that he felt like a live volcano, his whole body burning hot.

Is it possible that this isn't a dream, but rather that I've had too much to drink and can't distinguish between reality and dreams?

But how could someone who's drunk to this extent possibly be thinking about that kind of thing?

That's not right.

Zheng Daoxun practically forced himself to wake up, but as soon as he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw Ya Xian wrapped in a bathrobe. She was leaning against the wall, clutching her chest and holding the bathrobe, while her other hand was scratching her face, which was flushed from the bath.

The armpit crutches fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Ya-Hsien—?" Zheng Dao-Xun instinctively covered his thighs with the blanket. "Aren't you going back to your room to sleep?"

"You lie down on the bed without even taking a shower, isn't that dirty?"

Ya Xian glanced at the quilt, and Zheng Daoxun's behavior just now seemed to make things worse.

"At worst, we can just wash and dry the sheets." He awkwardly rubbed his nose, wanting to turn away, but that only made him seem more like he was trying to hide something. At this point, Ya Xian should have quietly left.

Even if you just back out with a "ya!"

The awkward part is that neither of them noticed Zheng Daoxun's reaction, yet they both clearly noticed its presence.

"I'm going to take a shower now."

"Go quickly—" Ya Xian fanned herself with her hand.

"Zheng Yaxian, why is your bath water so hot? It's scalding me!"