C94 Staying at Home

The night had deepened, and the only sign of life on the silent street was a black BMW, its headlights piercing the darkness. Two figures stood beside the car, locked in a standoff, the air thick with the tension of an impending event.

"Me, go to your house?" Faang Yi's incredulous gaze met Ho Lee's stoic face. She pointed to herself, then to him, repeating her question for clarity