He wasn't very sure whether Bai Ruyi was there to see him or Mrs. Liu.
With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, he pushed the door open.
Bai Ruyi was sitting cross-legged on the massage bed, her figure-hugging yoga pants making her coiled legs look like two powerful, flexible pythons.
She was playing with her phone, her long hair tied up in a bun, with just a few strands falling around her forehead and ears, giving her an exceptionally clean and fresh look.
Upon hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Dahai, a hint of shyness and nervousness flashed in her eyes, but her face maintained the poise and indifference of a young married woman.
She put down her phone, let her legs dangle from the bed, and smiled, "Dahai, you're really popular, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I have a lot of clients usually."
Dahai came over and said, "Mrs. Bai, please lie face down. I'll give you a massage."
"Okay, good."
Bai Ruyi lay face down on the bed, her heart beginning to race slightly.
