Han Xueying finally found the shop located furthest in the marketplace on Ping'an Road, looked up, and finally saw the respectable massage shop her colleagues at the school have been praising highly!
She thought, isn't this like attempting to hide and only making things more obvious?
She felt like leaving. Being used to visiting proper massage parlors, she was hesitant to go into this one known as the reputable massage shop. This kind of shop doesn't look reputable at all.
As she turned around, for some reason, a thought sprung in her mind to stay. She wanted to see what made her colleagues praise it so highly. Furthermore, her colleagues' work-related illnesses have improved quite a bit.
She took a step forward, parted the blue curtain, and walked in.
Inside, Han Xueying felt an even stronger impulse to leave. The shop was not only old, but some aspects of it were also rather tasteless.
Behind an old table, there was a chair, and a man was lying on it, legs on the table. Weirdly enough, the man's head was covered with a straw hat.
In this June heat, the man was wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt. While everyone else was in shorts, he had put on jeans. He was indeed quite eccentric.
"You walk in without saying a word and just leave. That's not quite right, is it?" As Han Xueying turned to leave, a casual voice wafted over.
"Why should I speak to you?" Han Xueying didn't want to speak, but she couldn't help but retort, because the man in front of her was extremely rude.
"Okay, you've said your piece. You can leave now." Ye Xuan didn't even lift his straw hat as he gave the cue for her to leave, which left Han Xueying momentarily stunned.
Han Xueying was undoubtedly a beauty. She had a height of 1.7 meters and a refined white face with light makeup. However, the most important detail was her legs, which were exquisite.
Many men would die to have those legs to play with for a year!
Her elongated, slender legs, dressed in high heels, accentuated her upright and curvy figure.
Han Xueying stood in place, speaking in a cold voice: "Is this how you treat your customers?"
"What's wrong with my attitude? If you are unhappy, you may leave!" Ye Xuan took off his straw hat and put his feet down from the table. He slowly stood up, his height was around one eighty-three meters. His body was slightly thin and overall he looked very laid-back, not even bothering to give Han Xueying a second glance.
Ye Xuan's words immediately stirred up Han Xueying's competitiveness. In a low voice, she said: "You want me to leave, and I won't. Today, I insist you give me a massage."
"I have clear criteria for those who I massage, that is pretty women, and moreover, I only service one customer per day." Now, Ye Xuan finally turned to look at Han Xueying. When he saw Han Xueying's legs, a spark of interest erupted in his eyes, these legs were genuinely exquisite.
"I meet your requirements, right?" Han Xueying arrogantly raised her face, a smug look crossed her face. She thought she had caught Ye Xuan's attention. At the same time, she couldn't help but puff her chest out a bit more.
Ye Xuan responded with a smile: "You meet the standard, just about."
"Since that's the case, start the massage."
"Alright, you can go to the back to the bed, take off your clothes and lie down!"
Han Xueying almost lost her temper! Her cheeks were flushed red. Though she found it very disgusting, she couldn't help picturing herself stripped and lying on the bed, an image she found humiliating.
"What did you say?" Han Xueying roared angrily.
"I said, go in, take off your clothes, and lie down on the bed!" Ye Xuan repeated seriously.
Pointing at Ye Xuan, Han Xueying was unable to hide her shaky throaty voice: "You, I... You're a hooligan!"
"This is a legitimate massage place. Where does hooliganism come in? If you don't want a massage, don't come! I have great business." Ye Xuan responded nonchalantly, "There are many beauties like you here. You didn't even bother to listen to the rumors about my place. Ever since my massage place opened three months ago, when has anyone accused me of being a hooligan?"
"Humph, this massage, I don't need it." Having said that, Han Xueying turned around to leave.
Watching Han Xueying's retreating figure, Ye Xuan leisurely commented: "About this massage, if you don't want it, then don't expect to get a good night's sleep."
Han Xueying's footsteps halted. How did Ye Xuan know she was suffering from insomnia and vivid dreams? Though with the increasing pressure of life, insomnia and nightmares were becoming a norm!
"Your coccyx, it has issues. I can see that it's been bothering you for quite some years, right?" As soon as Han Xueying halted, Ye Xuan dropped another bomb, completely shocking her.
Han Xueying had injured her coccyx seven or eight years ago when she fell while playing in the dry skating rink. She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it would heal on its own. However, the problem persisted, occasionally causing sharp pains, immensely uncomfortable.
Apart from a few close friends who were in the know, she hadn't told anyone else about this. So how did Ye Xuan find out?
Staring at Ye Xuan, Han Xueying stuttering and uttered, "How...how did you know?"
"Is it really that surprising that I can identify your minor problem? Well, here it is, to push or not to push, if not, feel free to leave," Ye Xuan waved his hand nonchalantly, maintaining a wholly self-serene demeanor.
Upon these words, Han Xueying stood rooted to the spot, flushed and helpless. If she left, it seemed that Ye Xuan did have some healing capabilities. He might indeed cure her of her longstanding condition. But if she stayed, Ye Xuan's demands seemed a little too much.
Ye Xuan returned to his seat and in a laid-back demeanor stated, "You have ten seconds to make your decision. I, being a man of integrity, would never force anyone."
"I'll do it." After a moment of contemplation, Han Xueying decided that there was nothing wrong with getting a massage. At worst, Ye Xuan would have a slight advantage, and nothing more would occur. After all, her colleagues had gotten massages here several times without any issues.
Han Xueying entered the room which only had a neat white bed. If she didn't know she was there for a massage, she would think she was visiting a military officer's quarters.
"Just take off my clothes and lay on the bed? Wouldn't I be at the complete mercy of that bastard outside?" Han Xueying was torn, looking at the bed.
Every night when she couldn't sleep due to the intense pain in her coccyx, she became determined. What's the harm in sacrificing a little dignity? A bit of loss may be a blessing in disguise.
Biting her lip, she started to unbutton her white blouse.
"Are you done changing? Why are you taking so long?" As Han Xueying was about to take off her blouse, Ye Xuan's voice came from outside.
Han Xueying faltered, then noticed the side of the room hidden behind a curtain, where a fresh bathrobe was hanging. Her face flustered, she felt utterly embarrassed, thinking how foolish she had been.