"Wow, there's perfume too?" Her eyes shone brightly and she looked at him expectantly.
Pei Ziheng lost his smile. "What are you thinking? You're only twelve, it's too early to use perfume." He liked the fresh, natural scent of her body, with the shower gel fragrance of flowers and fruit. It was a unique, sweet scent.
Xia Ling was unhappy. "But Pei Jingshan is also twelve and she uses perfume."
Pei Ziheng tapped on her little nose. "Not allowed."
"Hmph, Brother Pei is a bad guy." She blinked her teary eyes in grievance.
He laughed again. "It's useless to cry."
"Fine…" Seeing as he was refusing to back down, she reluctantly got rid of her desire for the perfume. She turned and looked over the silk scarf in her hands. "It's so beautiful," she said while running to the mirror and posing in front of it. He turned to ask him, "Does it look good?"
