"What are you doing?" James Black walked over, picked up the perfume she had placed on the bed, and set it on her dressing table before returning to sit down by her side.
"Experiencing the life of this perfume," Jane Sampson replied artistically.
"Heh." James Black turned the person lying down over.
Jane Sampson pursed her lips, her eyebrows knitted slightly as if she was somewhat unhappy about James Black pulling at her.
But when James Black pulled her up, she glanced at him and dared not to say anything. Instead, she asked him, "How does it smell?"
"Not bad." At least to James Black, it seemed quite nice.
"This perfume is translated into Chinese as Dream River's Summer," Jane Sampson leaned towards James Black and grinned, "Isn't the name especially nice-sounding?"
"Are you going to recommend it to your fans again?" James Black flicked Jane Sampson's forehead with his hand, "Aren't you afraid it'll sell out again?"
