The meal lasted three hours, and Pei Zhiting didn't let her drink much. He drank most of the wine.
After the dinner, a group of people walked out chatting and laughing. Someone suggested going singing, while others suggested getting a massage.
In a private room of a high-end massage club, Song Xijiao lay on the bed and had her waist massaged. Although she was young, her waist was not very good. If she was a little tired or sat for a long time, her waist would hurt.
The massage oil was spread on her waist. Maybe too much was poured, and the oil kept flowing down her waist.
She moved her legs, wanting the technician to wipe them for her.
Instead of wiping her, the technician opened her legs, put his hands on her thighs, and put his mouth next to her ear.
"Do you need any special services?"
Song Xijiao suddenly woke up.
The person behind her held her back.
While eating, she only glanced at him a few times, but he was so excited that he moved half a pool of spring water.
"I don't feel safe if someone else gives you a massage, so I'd better let you do it."
Pei Zhiting dropped some essential oil on the palm of his hand, rubbed it in circles to warm it up, and then placed it on her waist, pressing it lightly.
Her waist was very sensitive, and she couldn't help but twist her waist.
"Don't move."
The technician sensibly stepped out and turned off the lights.
The room suddenly became dark, with only the lamp in the corner emitting a faint light.
When she walked out of the club, she relied on her strong willpower to walk with graceful steps. She didn't believe that they could still tell that she had just...
"Boss Pei, what is your relationship with Boss Song?"
Pei Zhiting: "Can't you see it?"
Everyone: ...That’s why I’m asking you because I can see it!
Pei Zhiting: "She is my wife, and I am her husband."
Everyone: "Isn't this the first time you two met?"
Pei Zhiting: "I lied to you."
Everyone: ...
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