(Zhen Yi's POV)
"Yichen wants to take a vacation with me."
That was the first thing that slipped out of my lips, the moment I stepped into Qiao Mei's fashion lobby and stood in front of her desk.
Qiao Mei's pencil clattered onto the desk. Her eyes went wide.
"A vacation?" she shrieked, her voice echoing in the office. She shot up from her chair, her face lit with a joy so intense it was almost blinding.
"Xiao Yi! A vacation!"
She grabbed my hands and bounced up and down, pulling me into her private office. "Oh my god! This is it! This is like a second honeymoon! Where are you going? Paris? I can see you in a little red beret, feeding him croissants by the Seine! No, wait, the Maldives! A private bungalow over the water. You'll need bikinis. Do you even own bikinis? We need to buy bikinis. And a new sunhat. And sunglasses. And those sheer, flowing robes that you can wear over the..."
