Lin Yiqi took a look in the mirror.
Just as expected.
Her face was flush with color, indeed much brighter than before.
And her skin had clearly become finer.
She thought to herself that an orgasm truly was a woman's best beauty product.
She suddenly grabbed Qi Kexin's hand, saying, "Kexin, that masseur of yours, he really lives up to his reputation. Can you sell him to your sister? I'll pay any price."
"Sister, you're joking. A masseur is a person, not an object. What do you mean, 'sell'?"
Upon saying that.
Lin Yiqi became somewhat anxious.
Qi Kexin saw through her little scheme.
She said, "Yiqi, how about this? Tonight, I'll send him to your room to give you another massage, how does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yiqi's heart bloomed with joy.
She quickly nodded and said, "That would be more than perfect. Kexin, my dear, let's go shopping. I'll buy you a gift..."
And so,
the two of them left the SPA with cheerful laughter.
