While recalling the massage techniques Zhang Xing taught him, he began to help Su Miaomiao relax her muscles.
Maybe because he didn't answer the question just now, Su Miaomiao asked again.
"Xiao Fei, how old are you?"
Doesn’t my wife have memories of the previous Su Miaomiao?
Logically, you should know how old he is.
Did you forget?
He answered without thinking much.
"Five years past the age of twenty."
"That means I'm 25. I'll ask you again, and you'll just say, 'Sister, I'm 25.'"
"Sister? You're obviously younger than me, why do you want me to call you sister?"
Seeing Xiao Yunfei asking her seriously, Su Miaomiao smiled a little embarrassedly and said.
It seems that it will be difficult to proceed without being honest.
She said coquettishly.
"Just say whatever I tell you to say. I'm playing the role of a rich woman going to a massage parlor for a massage. If you cooperate with me, you can play the role of a young master from a poor family. Let me experience the joy of spending money for fun."
Seeing Xiao Yunfei's puzzled expression, Su Miaomiao explained further.
"You have to imagine yourself as someone who, out of necessity, has to endure humiliation and sells her body to serve rich girls in a massage parlor in order to protect her family."
Su Miaomiao paused for a moment, and in order to help Xiao Yunfei better put himself into the role of the young master, she continued.
"Let's say you were born in a poor village, with a gambling father, a seriously ill mother, and young, ignorant brothers and sisters. To earn money to support your family, you had no choice but to accompany women for pleasure, selling your body and soul for money."
The more Xiao Yunfei listened, the more he felt something was wrong. The expression on his face became more and more complicated. His face changed again and again before he uttered two words.
"Male prostitute?"
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