"Thank you, Mrs. Xiang." Gu Ran was grateful.
Zhuang Jing, Su Qing, Yan Hanxiang, rather than saying they were helping him, it was more like they favored him.
"I'll take a massage from you next time too," Yan Hanxiang said in a casual tone.
"You want a massage?" Gu Ran didn't understand, "We can—"
He promptly shut himself up!
"We can what?" Yan Hanxiang smiled as she sized him up.
Gu Ran drank his coffee.
"How long has it been since you've dreamed of me?" Yan Hanxiang asked again.
Gu Ran continued drinking his coffee.
Yan Hanxiang watched him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Just right, there's a perfume I'd like you to test for me."
"I am at your service!" Gu Ran stopped drinking his coffee.
"Come with me."
Yan Hanxiang led Gu Ran to the front of the office desk—not the thick, heavy, long workbench.
On the office desk, there were seven small perfume bottles of varying heights and thicknesses.