Feed Me My Hand Hurts.

Time flew and in the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work.

Yi Xia soaked in the Blending Room for an entire afternoon, but his Sea Breeze Perfume never succeeded in adjusting its taste.

The two types of perfume were a mixture of many different ingredients. For a moment, she was unable to successfully turn them into new perfume.

In the end, Yi Xia helplessly placed the failed fragrance to the side, and left the Blending Room with a bit of weariness.

It was useless for her to continue today. Sometimes, the most important thing for Perfumer was to have a flash of inspiration. Today, after she had prepared the two models, she did not have any inspiration for them.

The fragrance of the sea breeze must have a new flavor, otherwise it would be no different from the perfume on the market.

Just as he left the Blending Room, Yi Xia's phone rang. He took it out to take a look and discovered that it was Bai Linwan's number.