It was almost four in the afternoon at Spring Wind Health.
A customer in his thirties, wearing a cheap suit, was lying on a massage chair.
Mao Yanru sat in front of him, massaging his calves.
"Where are you from? Judging by your accent, it sounds like we might be from the same place."
The customer shifted his position, and as he did, his free right foot "accidentally" brushed against Mao Yanru's chest.
Mao Yanru smiled sweetly. "And where might you be from, sir? The holidays just ended. Are you here on a business trip?"
The moment she looked down, she quickly rolled her eyes.
"What can you do? A man's got to provide for his family."
The customer stretched, sliding down in the chair as his foot reached for her lap.
Mao Yanru didn't dodge. With a flirtatious smile, her hand slid gently over the man's calf as she said softly, "Sir, I can tell you're a little tense. I know a friend who's especially good at this. Should I introduce you?"
