"You don't need to do anything now. Just sit there if you have nothing to do."
"I've finally found an industry that suits me."
Wen Jiaojiao's dark eyes overflowed with joy; she had never imagined that good things would come so suddenly.
Just then, a portly man with a briefcase tucked under his arm walked in through the doorway.
The young woman greeted him, "Brother Li is here!"
The man nodded. The elegant woman greeted him with a radiant smile, saying, "How about I wash your hair?"
The man's gaze paused for a moment, then lightly swept over her, looking at the expectant Wen Jiaojiao, and said:
"You're the one this time."
The sophisticated woman persisted, saying, "She's a newbie, don't hurt her anymore."
The man chuckled and said:
"I just wanted something new."
The woman's face stiffened, but Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful face broke into a deep smile. She walked to the shampoo chair and said in an extremely polite manner:
"Then come and lie down, I'll wash you."
A plastic bucket hangs on the corner wall, with a small opening at the bottom connecting to a thin hose for showering. When not in use, the hose is hung above the bucket.
The man lay back in the shampoo chair, tossing his purse aside. He looked up at Wen Jiaojiao, a playful smile curving his lips, and said:
"How long have you been doing this?"
Wen Jiaojiao sat beside his head, took off the rubber tube, wet his hair, and replied honestly:
"Day 1".
Feeling the gentle massaging on his scalp, the man sighed contentedly. He finished washing his hair, sat up, and suddenly reached out to touch Wen Jiaojiao's slender hand, teasingly saying:
"These hands are so smooth, no wonder it feels so comfortable to wash them."
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