Ye Lang smiled lightly, his eyes swept over the young billiards assistant teacher in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.
Of course, I still can't change my habit of saving fallen girls.
Walking through the queue, Ye Lang saw the manager Song Jiajia at a glance. She was wearing a professional suit and standing in front of the massage bed in a dignified yet charming manner.
A soft towel had been laid on the bed, and various essential oils, small props and other items were placed on the table next to it.
On the other side, they thoughtfully prepared a pot of warm floral tea and several plates of snacks and watermelon.
Ye Lang sniffed it carefully and found the scent of incense, which was fresh and elegant, with a hint of jasmine, which made people relax unconsciously.
Looking at this familiar scene, Ye Lang was completely hooked when he saw this guy.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to be a bad customer, slowly walked to the massage bed, took off his clothes and lay down.
Just when Ye Lang thought that it was Manager Song who was serving him personally, the door was gently pushed open.
Ai Qin was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with puff sleeves and a delicate patterned bow tie at the neckline. She was wearing a dark grey hip-hugging skirt that fitted her figure perfectly, outlining her graceful curves.
The beautiful legs were wrapped in a pair of black stockings with a delicate texture, and on the feet were a pair of black high heels with red soles. She walked in gracefully and calmly.
There was a hint of charm in her eyes, and her steps were steady yet light, as if every step was following some invisible rhythm.
After entering the door, Ai Qin knelt slightly and saluted, and said in a gentle voice:
"Hello, Mr. Ye. I'm Ai Qin, technician number 88. I'm happy to serve you."
Ye Lang entered the role almost instantly. He immediately turned over and lay on the massage bed, crossed his hands under his chin, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked softly:
"Ai Qin, right? How old are you? How come you want to do this when you're so beautiful?"
Ai Qin first poured the massage oil into her palms and rubbed them to warm them up, then gently covered Ye Lang's back. Her fingertips moved just the right amount along Ye Lang's spine. She lowered her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of pity.
"Brother, I'm eighteen years old this year. My family is in financial difficulty. My father is in debt from gambling, and my mother is seriously ill and needs money for treatment.
And my younger brother is about to go to high school and needs a lot of tuition money."
As she spoke, Ai Qin gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice slightly choked.
"So I had to drop out of school and work as a waiter, hoping to help relieve some of the pressure on my family."
Ye Lang felt Ai Qin's warm palm slowly moving on his back, and her slightly trembling voice. Although he knew it was an act, he immediately empathized with her situation.
It's so difficult and pitiful. I don't know how much grievance and pressure this kind of girl has suffered.
As a man, shouldn't I be more supportive if I have the ability?
"Big sister, don't say anything. I'll give you an extra hour. You're the one who signed up for the card. From now on, you're my biological sister."
"Hey, big sister, you don't feel comfortable down there, come up, sit on me and give me a good massage..."
Ai Qin and Song Jiajia beside her burst out laughing, but they quickly suppressed their laughter. Ai Qin blushed and whispered:
"Brother, people will feel uncomfortable if you do this."
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