Ye Qiu comfortably closed his eyes as girl number eight washed his hair; however, he noticed that whenever the haircutting girl got close, he could smell a fresh scent similar to mint.
Could it be that haircutting girl number eight had put on perfume?
In such circumstances, or perhaps it was natural for women, it was quite normal to wear perfume.
When Ye Qiu remained silent, He Yuqing also stayed quiet. She was a person of few words, not at all like the other hair-washing girls, or like girl number three, who would always be asking the customer here and there, mainly to fish out the customer's identity and see what their actual worth was.
As for why they wanted to extract information from the customers, that was the other hair-washing girls' own business.
"What's your name?" Ye Qiu asked.
He Yuqing was surprised; she hadn't expected Ye Qiu to ask for her name.
