Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Ma Ling put the coffee back in the cup holder, shifted gears, released the handbrake, and lightly pressed the accelerator. The McLaren glided silently into traffic like a cheetah.

"Where are we going?" Lin Yaodong asked.

"You'll see when we get there." Ma Ling looked ahead, her profile flickering in the light and shadow flowing through the window.

She drives very steadily, but at a considerable speed.

"Does Sister Ling come to this coffee shop often?" Lin Yaodong started a conversation.

"Occasionally," Ma Ling replied briefly, then added after a pause, "I like their beans; they're bitter in a natural way."

This is an interesting comment.

Lin Yaodong smiled, picked up his own cup of coffee—now it was "his" cup, since Ma Ling had already drunk from it—and took a sip.

The latte was at the perfect temperature, with a rich, creamy milk foam. The bitterness of the coffee was neutralized by the milk, making it smooth to drink.

"It's not bad," he said dismissively.

A brief silence fell over the car, broken only by the deep rumble of the engine and the sounds of the city rushing past outside the window.

Lin Yaodong looked out the window and saw that the McLaren had already left the city center. The surrounding buildings were gradually becoming lower and sparser, and the spacing between the streetlights was getting wider and wider.

This is not the way to the hotel.

It wasn't going to any place he knew that was suitable for "something to happen."

The road became increasingly remote, and the outlines of distant mountains could even be seen, resembling lurking beasts in the night.

Scattered trees appeared on both sides of the road, and further ahead, even the streetlights were only on one side, while the other side was shrouded in thick darkness.

inside the car.

No... does it mean we have to jungle together on our first meeting...?

The thought popped into Lin Yaodong's mind, and even he himself felt it was a bit outrageous.

But on second thought, given Ma Ling's style, it doesn't seem impossible.

Among the wealthy women he knew, there were quite a few with unusual fetishes—they sought thrills, enjoyed testing the limits of danger, and found excitement in things that were taboo.

He picked up his coffee again and took a sip, this time to calm his nerves.

"Give me a sip too," Ma Ling suddenly said, her gaze still fixed on the road ahead.

Lin Yaodong looked at her and was about to pick up Ma Ling's cup of coffee.

"You're holding it in your hand," Ma Ling interrupted him, her voice calm, without even turning to look at him, "I can't drive easily, feed me."

This sentence was said so naturally, as if it were something like saying, "Hand me a tissue."

But Lin Yaodong understood the implication—she wanted to drink the cup he had drunk from.

You should drink the cup he drank from.

Lin Yaodong paused for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand and instead offered the cup of coffee in his hand to Ma Ling's lips.

He leaned over, his arm reaching across the center console, and the paper cup came to a steady stop in front of Ma Ling's lips.

Ma Ling lowered her head slightly and brought her lips close to the rim of the cup.

From this angle, Lin Yaodong could clearly see her thick eyelashes and the eyes beneath them, focused intently on the road.

Her nose bridge is very straight, and the curve is perfect when viewed from the side.

The lipstick she was wearing today was a bright red, but it looked dull and lifeless in the dim light inside the car, like congealed blood.

She opened her mouth and took the rim of the cup into her mouth.

Lin Yaodong felt the slight pressure from the paper cup, as well as the warmth of her lips transmitted through the cup wall.

He remained in that position, watching Ma Ling sip her coffee, her throat bobbing slightly.

Then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ma Ling's lips moved slightly as she drank her coffee, and her soft, lipstick-covered lips left an imprint on Lin Yaodong's hand holding the cup.

It was just a fleeting moment of contact.

Warm, soft, and slightly sticky with a hint of lipstick.

Lin Yaodong's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

Ma Ling finished his drink, raised his head, and looked straight ahead again.

Throughout the entire process, she didn't look at Lin Yaodong once, as if that contact was just an accident, simply because of the angle at which he handed her the coffee.

But Lin Yaodong knew that wasn't the case.

Because he saw a smudged, red lip print on the back of his hand.

It was incomplete, as if she had deliberately only printed half of it—the rounded arc of the cup rim was imprinted on the web of her hand, the outline of the upper lip was below, the mark of the lower lip was above, and the middle was blank skin.

The mark wasn't very noticeable in the dim light, but Lin Yaodong could feel that the skin was burning.

He withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat.

The car fell silent again, with only the sound of the engine and the wind.

Lin Yaodong looked down at the lip print on the back of his hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb—but it didn't come off; the lipstick seemed to be difficult to remove.

He suddenly realized that tonight might be more interesting than he had imagined.

It's not about physical pleasure, but something else... a more subtle game that requires more patience and thought.

Could it be that he used to get too carried away when picking up girls...? This kind of push-and-pull is even more dangerous... Lin Yaodong reflected to himself.

His past romantic history is quite remarkable, but most of the time it has been straightforward—if you hit it off, flirt, sleep together, break up or stay in a relationship.

Simple, efficient, but also boring.

Aside from playing role-playing games with Rinko Aoyama, that was kind of fun...

The kind of fleeting touches we see now—a lip print, a glance, a seemingly casual remark—are actually more... evocative.

To savor a good cup of tea, one must sip it slowly, not gulp it down.

Lin Yaodong snapped out of his thoughts, took the coffee back, and took another sip.

There were still traces of Ma Ling's lipstick on the rim of the cup, faint red marks mixed with his own lip print.

When he drank it, he could taste a hint of lipstick on his tongue—not sweet, with a waxy feel, and a very faint aroma of Maling.

He didn't wipe off the mark and just continued drinking.

Ma Ling seemed completely oblivious to the little incident, focusing intently on driving, but the smug smile on her lips betrayed her.

Soon, we turned onto a narrower road.

The trees on both sides of the road gradually became denser, and their branches and leaves cast menacing shadows under the car headlights.

After driving for about ten more minutes, the car finally slowed down and stopped in a small open space.

"arrive."

Ma Ling turned off the engine, removed the key, and got out of the car.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful; he didn't even glance at Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong sat in the car, looking out the window.

This appears to be a small parking lot, but there were only two or three cars parked there, and they were all quite old.

The surrounding area was somewhat desolate, with only a few streetlights casting a dim yellow light that barely illuminated a small area.

Further away, there was dense darkness, with the outlines of trees and mountains barely visible.

He wasn't very familiar with the area around New Zealand and Australia, but he could roughly tell that this was the entrance to a park—there were stone steps leading up and a sign next to it, but it was too far away to read the words clearly.

"Come with me."

Ma Ling's voice came from outside the car.

Lin Yaodong turned his head and saw her standing in front of the car. The night wind blew her long, loose hair and the hem of her slit bodycon skirt.

Those legs were dazzlingly white under the dim streetlights.

Lin Yaodong picked up the coffee from the cup holder—both cups were there.

He hesitated for a second, then took only the glass that they had both drunk from, and got out of the car.

After getting off the bus, the night wind picked up, carrying the unique scent of grass and trees from the mountains, along with a cool breeze.

Evening... park... yes... Lin Yaodong looked around and confirmed that this was indeed a park entrance.