Mr. Lu's discerning eye was a blessing in disguise.
Upon closer inspection, the girl standing before him was neatly dressed, not in light gauze or silk stockings, but rather in form-fitting black shorts and a short-sleeve top, covering everything else securely, even to the point where one could vaguely make out the straps near her collarbone.
Very modest.
"Handsome, you can lie down here, and I'll give you a massage."
The girl named Tingting had a charming smile on her face as she spoke in a soft accent.
Lu Jincheng looked up and checked the clock nearby; it was still early.
The opposite sex typically took much longer to bathe; chances were that Zhong Ruixi was far from finishing her soak.
So, he approached the massage table and lay down, allowing the girl to start kneading his body.
She climbed onto the table and sat on Lu Jincheng's waist, starting from the base of his neck with her hands, rhythmically "pat pat pat" tapping along his back.