The car stopped in the underground garage, and the chauffeur left.
Song Guanchao pulled open the car door and shook Chu Xiao'e's shoulder.
Chu Xiao'e pretended to be drowsy as she opened her eyes, glanced around, and said, "Are we home?"
"Yes," Song Guanchao said, "I'll walk you up."
"Oh."
Chu Xiao'e lifted her beautiful legs, stretching one foot toward the outside of the car.
Upon getting out of the car, she suddenly remembered she hadn't taken her bag and turned back to grab it in her hand.
Coming out of the elevator, she arrived at the door and opened it.
The room was pitch dark.
She turned on the light, saw Song Guanchao still standing at the doorway, and said, "Would you like to come in and sit for a bit?"
"Sure."
Both of them knew what was going on, yet they pretended they were unaware.
It was a membrane that was difficult to puncture; once punctured, it would be very awkward.
