A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she immediately agreed crisply: "It is my honor, County Magistrate Guan, please wait, I will be back soon."
Looking at her back as she walked away, her slender figure cast a long shadow under the light, and a sense of loss inexplicably welled up in my heart. That back figure, revealing a bit of loneliness and helplessness, made me sigh in my heart: Such a smart and beautiful girl should be like a flower blooming in spring, stretching her body freely in the pure world, enjoying the beauty and tranquility of life, why did she fall into this world, lingering in this seemingly prosperous but secretly dirty place?
After a while, she hurried back, holding a massage tool box tightly in her hand, and her steps were hurried, as if she was eager to complete the task.
"Go down a little, I'll give you a foot massage first." Her voice came, and her tone was completely different from before. The gentle tenderness like the spring breeze just now was gone, replaced by a kind of coldness and stiffness, as if she had become a different person.
놖 couldn't help but raise his head slightly and glanced at her. There was a layer of indifference between her brows, and her eyes were like ice in the sun, exuding a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.
놖 was full of doubts and couldn't help but look at her again, then slowly moved his body to the bottom of the bed so that she could operate better.
She quickly picked up a towel and placed it under her feet. Her movements were clean and neat, without any delay. Then, she skillfully unscrewed the cap of the essential oil bottle and gently applied the essential oil to 놇놖's feet, sliding her fingertips over the skin, bringing a slight coolness.
While she was concentrating on the work in her hands, he secretly glanced at her again. This glance, just right, fell on her bulging chest. The collar of her cheongsam was slightly open, and her snow-white chest rose and fell gently with her movements, like a small boat in the waves, stirring people's heartstrings.
She seemed to be aware of 놖's gaze, and suddenly raised her head, her eyes shooting straight at 놖 like sharp swords. It was a look of contempt, with undisguised disgust and disdain. This sudden look caught 놖 off guard, as if he had been slapped in the face in public, and his cheeks instantly became hot. He lowered his head in panic, his eyes wandering around, not knowing where to look. He just felt his heart beating like a drum, as if it was about to burst through his chest.
Without any warning, she suddenly increased the force on the sole of her foot. The force was like a sharp awl, piercing straight into the sole of her foot. A piercing pain instantly spread from the soles of his feet, quickly spreading throughout his body like an electric current. He couldn't help but cry out "Ouch", his brows were tightly furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
But she seemed to be angry and had no intention of reducing the force. She still used the joint of her right middle finger to press hard against the sole of her foot. Every time I pressed, it felt like a heavy hammer hitting 놇놖's nerves, causing 놇놖's teeth to chatter in pain.
놖 couldn't bear it any longer and quickly pulled his foot back from her hand, as if he had stepped on 뀙 charcoal. 놖 raised his head and looked at her with surprised eyes, questioning in his voice: "Are you 놇 getting a foot massage?"
She raised her head slightly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes, that expression was as if she had received great payback, with a kind of pleasure after revenge.
"Xiao Min?" 놖 hesitated for a moment, but still called 눕 this name tentatively. In fact, he was not sure whether she was Xiao Min, but he was sure that she was completely different from Xiao Hui just now. This thought suddenly flashed through my mind and I blurted it out.
Unexpectedly, this address from 놖 surprised her greatly. Her originally smug expression instantly turned into surprise. Her eyes slightly widened, full of doubt and puzzlement, as if asking: "How do you know 놖's name?"
It seems that 놖 guessed it right. 놖's eyes became cold and his tone became cold: "Where is your sister?"
She snorted lightly, her voice full of disdain and complaints: "She is really quick to talk, telling outsiders everything." After that, she no longer paid attention to 놖's questions, as if she wanted to carry out her "revenge" to the end. She grabbed 놖's foot that had just retracted, forcefully straightened 놖's legs, and started to do foot massage again. However, this time, her strength was just right, and she did not intentionally cause him pain, as if her previous malice was just a small episode.
He lay down again out of boredom, and couldn't help thinking to himself: Although these two sisters look almost exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold, their temperaments are completely different. The elder sister is gentle and graceful, like a quietly blooming lily; while the younger sister is fierce and stubborn, like a burning flame.
She suddenly stopped what she was doing, raised her head, stared straight at 놖, and asked, "How did you bully sister 놖 just now?"
놖 frowned slightly and asked, "Did your sister tell you in person that 놖 bullied her?"
She curled her lips and said disdainfully, "No, but I could tell at a glance. Her eyes were red and there were traces of tears on her face. It was obvious that she had just cried. You must have bullied her."
He chuckled and said teasingly, "So, are you here to report for her?"
She raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing a stubborn look: "So what if I take revenge? I'm not like her who is so submissive and easy to bully."
놖 sighed softly and said with emotion: "Your personality is not suitable for working here. There are all kinds of people here. You are so straightforward that you will suffer sooner or later."
She sneered, her laughter full of ridicule and helplessness: "Is this a job? Humph, it's just a cage. If it wasn't for repaying a favor, I would have left long ago. Who would want to stay in such a filthy place?"
놖's curiosity was completely aroused, and he quickly asked, "Repay a favor? It seems there is a story behind this. Tell it to 놖. I promise I will listen attentively."
She rolled her eyes at you and said unhappily, "You're dreaming. You're only responsible for giving you a massage, and you have no obligation to tell you stories. Don't listen to them, just enjoy your foot massage."
Then, the room fell into deathly silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. If it weren't for the fact that I could still clearly feel the force of her massage from my feet, it would be as if she didn't exist at all.
Time flows slowly in this silence, and every second seems to be stretched out exceptionally long. Finally, the pedicure was completed. She gently put down her feet, picked up a soft towel, and wiped them gently and carefully. Every wiping movement was so focused, not missing any corner of the feet, until 놖's feet were wiped clean.
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