"Tch, that's because I have good bones," Xin Huohuo huffed, though inwardly she was delighted by the compliment. "You said the same thing last time. Come up with some new material. The human language—especially Chinese—is full of beautiful words."
"Well, you'll have to be this beautiful again next time," Xiang Xiaoxue laughed.
The two then entered through a small door at the back of the art gallery, but to Xin Huohuo's surprise, she was met with a long flight of stairs.
"We have to climb stairs?" Thinking of the 10cm high heels on her feet, Xin Huohuo wanted to cry.
"The kitchen is on the second floor," Xiang Xiaoxue explained. "Once we're up, I'll take you through a corridor to the other staircase. That one leads straight to the main hall. You can sneak down from there, and just make sure no one notices you. After that, you're free to do whatever you want."
'I have to go down stairs too!' Once again thinking of her 10cm high heels, Xin Huohuo cried a little on the inside.
