How Does It Feel like to Be Pampered?

"Sis, how does it feel like to be pampered?"

Fang Yuanyuan stood before the patterned gold mercury sink in the restroom and sighed.

"It's so nice to be wealthy. He can have whatever he wants, pampers his woman however he wants… Oh my god! This is totally like the plot of the domineering CEO in romance fictions. Sis, I beg of you, hurry up and become Mrs. Bai, I want to ride on your coattails… smoochies!"

"Geez, get away from me!" Xiang Wan was amused and irked at the same time.

She looked into the mirror at her refined face without make-up.

"… We're from two different worlds," she said slowly, "don't you see it?"

"Of course I did!" Fang Yuanyuan applied her lipstick looking at the mirror. "You're a woman. He's a man. Ah no, he's a handsome man whereas you're a silly woman."

"…"

Xiang Wan shot her a glare and leaned on the basin.

"Flowers can't grow from the dust."