"Secretary Song, would you like some tea?"
"No, thanks, I'll be leaving soon."
"So soon?"
Sister Lin leaned in, sitting next to him, her plump thigh rubbing against his pants, her delicate and boneless body pressing against his arm.
Her full chest, only separated by a thin gauze, pressed against his arm.
She rested her chin on Song Guanchao's shoulder, and as she spoke, a fragrant scent wafted onto his cheek.
"Secretary Song, it's been a while since we've seen each other."
"Yes, it has been some time."
Song Guanchao pulled out his car keys from his pocket and placed them on the coffee table.
Sister Lin didn't think much of it; she thought Song Guanchao was just getting ready.
First emptying his pockets, next would be taking off his pants.
"Sister Lin, I'm returning this car to you."
Sister Lin paused for two seconds, "Is there something uncomfortable about the car?"
"No, it's quite comfortable. The main issue is that the car is too conspicuous."