Lisa's cheeks were burning red. Her eyes were half-closed, her head resting on Terry's shoulder. There was a faint alcohol smell in the car.

Lisa might be completely drunk, but Terry remained sober. There were times he hoped he could get drunk as easily as she did. Maybe he would think less if he did.

Terry stiffened suddenly. Someone's hand was moving around his chest slowly. Lisa was very drunk and would not stay still.

"Lisa. Do you know what you're doing?" Terry asked, but he laughed at himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. What was he doing? Questioning a drunk woman? She probably would not know what he was asking.

However, Lisa answered, "Yeah, I know... I'm touching you..."

'Good. She knows.' Terry thought and sneered, "Won't you regret it again after you sober up?"

Despite that, he was still a little reluctant to pull her hand off his chest.

This time, Lisa simply ignored him and carried on, muttering something. She raised her head slightly a few moments la