Can not doing what one wants be called rebirth?

Chapter 197 195. Underwater Variety Show
Fortunately, Mr. Lu has a sharp eye.

Looking again, I saw that the girl in front of me was dressed neatly, without any veil or stockings. She was wearing a tight black shorts and top, and the rest of her body was covered tightly. You could even vaguely see the shoulder strap near her collarbone.

Very plain.

"Handsome guy, you can lie down here and I'll give you a massage."

The girl named Tingting had a pretty smile on her face and spoke with a soft accent.

Lu Jincheng raised his head and looked at the nearby clock. It was still early.

The opposite sex takes much longer to bathe than him, so it is very likely that Zhong Ruixi has not finished bathing yet.

So he walked to the massage bed, lay down, and let the girl massage him.

She stepped onto the bed, sat on Lu Jincheng's waist, and started tapping his neck with her hands.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details. As soon as the two little fists exerted force, the man immediately sensed something was wrong.

Different from the massage technicians that Mr. Lu had experienced before, she doesn't care about the intensity of the massage and her strength is very accurate.

It will not cause the body to spontaneously stress, but can also loosen the muscles.

Then, the girl used her fingers to tap, press, soften and knead, conditioning layer by layer along the muscle texture.

The man was so relaxed that he broke into a sweat.

Lu Jincheng lay there, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his whole body seemed to be anesthetized.

The girl pressed his back seriously, her thighs spread and resting on the man's waist. The hot body temperature in the middle of her shorts was faintly visible on his tailbone.

"Tingting, judging from your accent, you are from another place?"

Mr. Lu called out symbolically, he knew it must be the name of a flower.

"Yes, my family is in the village over in Huangpi. I have only been here for less than two months."

The girl responded crisply without stopping her hands' movement.

"Have you worked somewhere else before?"

"No."

"Your technique is pretty good."

"I learned it from my grandmother. She's very good at it."

When he praised her, the girl grinned and her voice became softer.

“Do you make a lot here?”

"It's OK, but Jiangcheng is a big city, things are too expensive, and it's hard to save money."

The girl's voice was filled with laughter.

"There are jobs in this place that pay much more than massage."

"I know, the sisters on the third floor all urged me to join, but I can't do that."

"Ah."

Lu Jincheng responded and said nothing more.

This girl named Tingting came from a nearby village, but she got a tender and beautiful skin by steaming in this hot spring every day.

Plus, she is quite pretty, so if she were to work as a prostitute, she would probably have quite a few regular customers.

What she said now, "I can't do it," is only temporary.

In such a high-end club full of extravagance and decadence, money can easily make people dizzy.

She works hard every day and her hands and arms are sore, and she only earns four or five thousand yuan a month.

As for the hostesses on the top floor of the club, if you are lucky, you can get more than this amount in tips by touching their thighs and rubbing their bodies.

The contrast and contrast are real.

There was once a girl who had just entered the industry and chatted with Mr. Lu about her own mental journey on the sofa.

Since showing your legs will bring you piles of red money, it doesn't matter if you let others touch them a few times.

Then you will have a new cell phone, new clothes, and new shoes to wear, and you will be glamorous and beautiful, and you will no longer be seen as a country girl.

Then, the release became less difficult to accept, since I had already touched it.

Spread your legs, close your eyes and make a few noises with your throat pinched. You can earn 30,000 to 50,000 yuan a month. After working for two or three years, you can build a beautiful small building when you return to your hometown.

The moral values ​​built up through fairy tales, novels and TV dramas are like the crispy crust on a cake, which breaks at the touch in the face of reality and material things.

But of course she has another way to go.

Because she is lucky and has a better skill than others.

Borrow some money, open your own massage parlor, do some appropriate publicity, and repeat customers will come in an endless stream.

For those with a little more brains, training or chain stores are simple business plans that can be realized within three to two years.

However, given her knowledge and educational background, she probably has no chance to realize the greatest value of her talent.

Everyone wants things that are within reach, especially when that's the case with everyone around you.

Fortunately, Mr. Lu found that her massage was very professional and could relieve stiffness to a certain extent and release the body and mind.

So he decided to make some use of this ability.

"Tingting, I'll ask Huang Hu for your phone number and ask you to come to my house for service. Are you willing?"

"Okay."

The girl responded with a smile, but suddenly her voice changed and she said timidly, "Boss, I'll go, but I won't do that."

"It's just a simple massage. I work for a media company and my employees are all pretty girls, but many of them spend a long time in front of their computers, which can easily cause neck stiffness and affect their posture."

"Don't worry, I'll give you more. Just treat it as a private job, and you don't have to pay a commission from the boss here."

"Yeah!" the girl responded happily.

After the massage, Lu Jincheng changed into a bathrobe, opened the door, and walked into the VIP main area of ​​the hot spring area.

Above your head is a two-story skylight covered by a huge glass ceiling. You can see the sky by just raising your head.

All the decorations here strive to be natural and primitive, trying to create a feeling of being in the wild.

In the center of the room was a carefully constructed hot spring pool, five by five in size, with the surrounding walls blocked off by plant life.

There are several such VIP rooms, with the sound of gurgling hot spring water, and the rooms are evenly divided by the cross partition in the middle.

Zhong Ruixi hadn't come out yet, so Lu Jincheng calmly went down to the pool and soaked, waiting for her.

After about ten minutes, I heard the door to the women's passage creak open and a head popped out.

After seeing clearly that Lu Jincheng was inside, Zhong Ruixi trotted over in a bathrobe.

She stood by the pool, threw off her bathrobe to reveal a disposable bikini underneath, stretched out one foot, and carefully stepped into the pool.

"The temperature is just right, come over here!"

Lu Jincheng smiled and took her hand, then dragged Zhong Ruixi into the pool with a splash.

"oops!"

Zhong Ruixi's pretty face flushed red, and she hugged the man tightly with both hands to keep her balance. She snorted softly through her nose, with a hint of coquettishness hidden in it.

"Why is your face so red?"

Lu Jincheng pressed close to her, feeling her tight waistline with his right hand and another layer of tightness on his chest.

".That masseur lady was so rough! I couldn't stand it."

"Did you enjoy the bath?"

"Yeah, the lava bath is pretty interesting."

In the deserted VIP room, Zhong Ruixi's eyes were half closed, her head buried near his shoulder.

"I'll bring you here next time."

"Where is your friend?"

Zhong Ruixi looked around and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were only two people in the room.

"He left first, can he still be a light bulb for us forever?"

"Is that so? I'm already hungry from that old lady's massage. Can I soak for a while longer and then eat?"

“We can eat here.”

Lu Jincheng smiled and let go of Zhong Ruixi's waist.

Although he had never been to Qushui Lanting in his previous life, he was very familiar with this kind of place and was almost familiar with it.

In addition to what Huang Hu had just told him, he just walked around the edge of the pool and found what he had imagined.

Beside the pool, among the piled pebbles, there is a black protruding summoning bell.

Mr. Lu pressed the button, and a waiter came in after a while.

"Let's eat, both of you."

"Okay, please wait a moment. Brother Huang has made the arrangements. Do you have any special requests for flavor?"

"It doesn't matter what you eat, just go ahead and serve. Oh, and send us a tablet."

Lu Jincheng returned to the pool and sat down. Before Zhong Ruixi could ask any questions, a wooden boat floated downstream in the small river next to the hot spring pool, which looked like it was used for decoration.

On the other side of the room, the waiter packed the food on the boat and pushed it into the room through the hole in the wall.

You don't have to go in and disturb the guests, and it adds a bit of fun.

Many slightly higher-end places like to do this.

"Wow, this is too awesome, right?"

Zhong Ruixi widened his eyes in surprise.

“It’s a bit creative indeed.”

As the man spoke, he picked up a piece of raw seafood and put it to Zhong Ruixi's mouth. The latter opened his little mouth and took it in.

The two of them were half lying in the pool, and the boat over there didn't stop either. After a while, two small cups, a glass of warm wine, and a tablet were brought over.

"Come on, come on, we can watch the variety show~"

"Oh my god, you can't tell."

Zhong Ruixi reached out and took the tablet, found the latest episode of "The Debaters" and started playing it. They laughed as they watched, and the two of them were eating with great joy.

I really can't tell that just an ordinary bath can be made so romantic by Lu Jincheng's attention to detail!
"We have a deal, don't play tricks. We signed up for the White Horse Cup, and you have to accompany me no matter how busy you are."

"Okay, okay, no problem."

"So, touch one?"

"Come!"

Pour the wine into the glass and drink it down your throat.

Fine wine, hot springs, variety shows, and the air filled with steaming hot air.

Zhong Ruixi stared at the man blankly, her eyes sparkling.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still; the sound of the fountain, the voices of the variety show guests, and the sounds of conversation all disappeared.

The atmosphere between the two of them seemed to be filled with pink bubbles, which was very exciting.

(End of this chapter)