The woman had been sitting on the massage bed initially, but she stood up when Wang Yu entered the room. With her head bowed and standing there, her arms hung by her sides, her fingers constantly kneading her own clothes, she looked extremely nervous.
Seeing her behavior, Wang Yu completely let his guard down. He not only ruled out the possibility that she was an assassin, but he was also sure she wasn't a call girl or a masseuse. If she was a woman who had served men for a long time, how could she be nervous in the presence of a man?
Wang Yu sat down on the massage bed and habitually reached for his pocket, only to realize after a while that he was wearing a bathrobe, and his cigarette was in his clothes, locked in the locker room.
"You sit first! I'll go get my cigarette."
