Crack!
The door had just opened when a woman's delicate face appeared.
Anxiety was written all over her beautiful face, and her striking eyes were filled with mists of concern.
However, upon seeing the woman inside, she immediately relaxed, then rushed in, grabbed her sister's arm, and said anxiously, "Sis, how many times have I told you not to come to places like this, not to come here... Why don't you ever listen to me? Quickly get dressed, and let's leave!"
She stuffed the clothes she was holding into her sister's hands.
"I'm not leaving, I'm still giving a customer a massage," her sister replied, a bit embarrassed as she began getting dressed, but still defiant in her tone.
"Massage?" Her sister's complexion changed immediately upon hearing that, "While I'm here, let's see who dares to force you!"
It was clear that the sister had misconstrued "massage" as some sort of code.
