"Qingyue, come over here, I'm almost done massaging, let's switch positions."
Mou Keyan stretched languidly, rotated her neck, and revealed a look of pleasant surprise.
"It really works! I feel so much more comfortable."
She got up and gave up her spot to Yu Qingyue, who was blushing and covering her chest tightly.
"If it works, that's great. Remember to come back next week, Tingting."
Lu Jincheng patted the empty mat beside him, motioning to his senior.
The masseuse, Tingting, nodded with a smile and focused on providing service to the new client.
"What's the matter, you're going to apply it all over me again?"
Mou Keyan watched Mr. Lu's movements and couldn't help but purse her lips in a smile, climbing openly onto the mat, facing Lu Jincheng.
She was far more uninhibited than Yu Qingyue, with a pair of dewy eyes filled with anticipation, and skin that had just been massaged, blossoming with a rosy hue under just the right amount of pressure.
As soft as flower petals.
