"Even if you don't want to leave, I would love for you to stay," Han Chen said.
"Really?" Zhou Mo asked.
Han Chen was helpless. The elevator had just reached the first floor. He asked, "Shall we go back up?"
"Forget it, let's go home," Zhou Mo replied.
"Alright."
...
As soon as Zhou Mo entered the house and changed her shoes, she walked straight into the bedroom and felt as if she had collapsed on the happiest place in the world.
Han Chen followed her in and closed the door.
"You can make yourself comfortable," Zhou Mo's voice came from the bedroom, and then the bedroom door was shut.
"Okay," Han Chen responded. He opened the fridge and took out two small jars of side dishes. He twisted them open, closed them, and then twisted them open again, repeating this several times.