A room with a certain ambiance: the walls were plastered all with rose-patterned wallpaper, predominantly red in color.
In the spacious room there was a circular bed in the center, above which hung a semi-circular drooping orchid, big enough for two people.
The rather good-looking woman had a shy expression on her face, which excited Mo Xing.
"Little sister!"
As Mo Xing was speaking, he suddenly felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and his breathing was not smooth, wheezing.
"Sister... wheeze... that... I want to ask... you, how much... money?"
Every couple of words Mo Xing spoke, his throat whistled like it was leaking air, and he was breathing hard with a pale face.
At that, the woman was instantly stunned, her mouth twitching, filled with regret—what kind of young master had she taken on?
"Brother... it's free," the masseuse said with a face full of fear.
Mo Xing immediately glared, "Huff... wheeze," damn it, out of breath again, Mo Xing was furious.
