The young waitress turned out to be a great masseuse. She had stronger hands. Mag's weariness faded, and he truly fell asleep this time.
After some time, Mag woke up, only to find it was already 2:30 PM. He had a blanket on himself, and so did Amy, who was sleeping on the table with Ugly Duckling asleep on her laps.
Smiling, Mag shook his head. I have really fallen asleep. He rose to his feet and stretched, feeling great.
Dishes clattered in the kitchen. The floor was reflectively clean. Everything was neat and tidy.
It seemed she was almost done. Mag put the blanket on the chair, and made for the kitchen.
It would be a pity to let her talent in massage go to waste, Mag thought to himself.
To be sure, Yangzhou fried rice could relieve his fatigue, but he didn't want to eat it every day. Her massage worked as well as Yangzhou fried rice.
