Warm Fingertips

When the lanterns were lit, bright lights shone down. On the horizon there was still a large light gray cloud hanging, occasionally giving off some light. Summer nights always come late. Nasir Aber had just gotten off the plane, the August night was very hot, and occasionally a few gusts of wind did not calm the heat. Looking up at the sky, he unbuttoned his shirt on his wrist, revealing a small wrist. Lockman instructed others to handle the luggage and then got into the car. After getting into the car, Lockman glanced at the message sent by Bai Jing, turned his head to look at Nasir Aber, “”Shen, Mrs. Shen is at the bar now. Do we go home first or do we go to the bar first?”” “”Bar.”” Nasir Aber closed his eyes, feeling very sleepy. His mind felt dizzy, before returning home he caught a cold, then sat for ten hours on the plane. No matter how good his health was, this moment was unbearable. Lockman nodded, starting the car. It was past rush hour, and the road was unhindered, and in less than half an hour reached the bar. As soon as I entered the door, there was the sound of aching ears, loud music playing alternately. The lights inside were extremely blinding, the people standing on the dance floor were swaying their bodies, the chaotic eye-sore lights shining on all sides. —- ISBN: 9798873521197