Xu Nianhua awkwardly changed the subject, and when she saw Pei Yicheng, she immediately whispered in his ear, "Yining saw the perfume."
The rest of her words were unsaid, but Xu Nianhua's meaning was abundantly clear.
"In a few days, I'll give it to her," Pei Yicheng quietly responded in her ear, "Your bottle is one of a kind."
His warm breath enveloped her, and Xu Nianhua stepped back, saying, "Yicheng, can you not stand so close to me, please?"
"Hmm?" His voice rose at the end, like a tiny feather, tickling her heart.
Xu Nianhua's heart quivered, and she thought: They say a beautiful woman brings trouble, but she felt Pei Yicheng was likewise trouble, a kind of 'blue calamity.'
Inside the store, which was almost ready, Xu Nian'an, when occasionally talking about the name, asked, "Little sister, what do you think is a good name?"
"Hmm," pondered Xu Nianhua uncertainly, "Nian'an Boutique?"
Xu Nian'an: "..."
Little sister, that's just lazy. That's not what you call naming.
