"Yearning Gate," a women's club.
Chenxing shivered inexplicably.
"What's wrong?" the perceptive Luo Xi asked, tilting her head towards her.
Chenxing, feeling inexplicably confused herself, shook her head and laughed, "Nothing."
Then, holding her cousin's arm in one hand and Huanhuan's in the other, she raised her head to look at the signboard and read the name character by character. The firecrackers and gun smoke leftovers at the entrance indicated that the club had just opened. Two young boys, donning bow ties, stood at the door, bowing and nodding as they checked the invite cards in the guests' hands.
"Huanhuan, what does this club do, is it for spa treatments?"
