At ten o'clock at night, Tang Wanjun dropped Chi Zaozao off at the Ye Family's home.
Once home, Chi Zaozao's mind was still consumed with thoughts of the men and women in the bar, disheveled and passionately kissing.
She spaced out in the car and, even after the car had stopped, was reluctant to get out.
Tang Wanjun leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt, and because of that posture, from a certain window upstairs of the Ye house, it appeared as if the two were kissing.
The curtains were drawn shut with a whoosh, and the figure beside the window also disappeared.
"Chi Zaozao!" Tang Wanjun, close at hand, stared at the girl who was daydreaming and teasingly called out to her.
Chi Zaozao snapped back to reality and hastily pushed him away, "If you have something to say, say it. Why do you have to get so close to me?"
Tang Wanjun laughed, "You've arrived home. Why aren't you getting out of the car? Could it be that you're reluctant to part with me?"
Such a narcissist.
