Chen Mo suppressed his pounding heart and slowly walked to the side, putting down the plate.
Ever since Chen Mo had entered, Zhou Qianying's eyes had stayed on him, her pupils revealing waves of fascination.
Clearly, she seemed very satisfied with Chen Mo's appearance.
Though the mask made him seem mysterious, the lips that showed through and his figure were telltale signs.
The Chen Mo before her was undoubtedly a very handsome man.
Chen Mo softly said to Zhou Qianying, "Hello, guest. I am the masseur number 9 here to serve you. Now, let me give you a massage."
Zhou Qianying, dressed in a black silk chiffon nightgown, left her snowy white and plump body fully exposed.
Hearing Chen Mo's words, Zhou Qianying remained without reaction, lazily stretching out her jade foot on the massage bed, each toenail painted with red polish.
Her snowy toes shone as if glowing, delicate and adorable, and even just by looking at her feet, one could feel their primal desires stirring.
