Chapter 297 A Bit Lower Down
Especially the instant after Nangong Bing turned around, that enchanting and graceful figure was like a jade masterpiece painstakingly carved by God himself.
It was just a pity that Lin Zifeng merely glanced at it, then retracted his head, knowing the masseuse was massaging Nangong Bing and not wanting to taint his good impression in her mind with a ’sleazy’ stamp.
After withdrawing, Lin Zifeng rubbed his left hand with his right, and his right hand with his left.
What the hell, this isn’t right.
What kind of place is this, requiring people to take off their pants for acupressure! Lin Zifeng felt increasingly wronged, no wonder Nangong Bing insisted on him accompanying her, turns out she was deliberately teasing him, playing with me!
Hmph, I just won’t fall for your tricks.
If Nangong Bing knew he was imagining her as that kind of woman now, she’d probably skin him alive...
Even the beautiful masseuse giving Lin Zifeng the acupressure was becoming impatient, wondering what’s up with this customer today? Why is he taking so long to come back? Did the martial arts world’s toilet somehow clog him up?
It’s just a full-body, heart and lung acupressure massage, why did he look at me with that expression when I asked him to take off his pants just now? The beautiful masseuse really couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do.
After fully smoking three cigarettes in the restroom, Lin Zifeng finally gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve.
He felt that evasion was never the solution, and since she, Nangong Bing, wanted to play, fine, I’ll give her a game to play. It’s just taking off my pants, just an acupressure massage, right? Alright! Then I’ll be shameless just this one more time.
With that, he began to open the restroom door and was about to head back to the private room, only to find he had lost his way! More precisely, he couldn’t distinguish which private room was the right one.
Looking at the rows of identical private rooms, Lin Zifeng felt troubled. He had not made a note of the room number when he left to smoke in the restroom. Now he was really screwed.
Based on his faint memory, Lin Zifeng now had no choice but to search for the room one by one.
Finally, when he found room number 6, Lin Zifeng became hesitant, looking at room number 9 not far away, he did not dare to confirm.
He then pulled aside a hallway attendant and asked, "Miss, do you, do you know which private room I came out of just now?"
Seeing Lin Zifeng’s harmless expression, the beautiful attendant was also perplexed.
"Forget it, forget I asked," Lin Zifeng waved his hand and then strode towards the nearby room number 9.
As soon as he opened the door of the private room, a fragrance of orchids hit his nose. The light scent of a woman’s perfume filled the room, and Lin Zifeng’s heart sunk, he had walked into the wrong room.
Just as he was about to flick his hair and leave, a small snow-white hand caught hold of Lin Zifeng.
Lin Zifeng felt a sudden shock in his heart. He turned his head to see a beautiful woman, probably around twenty years old, clad in a pure white bath towel. Her wet, jet-black hair shone brightly, while her pretty, sparkling eyes glinted with spirit. Looking at him with a lethal gaze was an absolutely gorgeous face, as delicate as that of a classic beauty. If only she would smile, how lovely that would be, especially considering her devilish figure, which really caught Lin Zifeng’s eye. At a height of one meter seventy-eight, her curves were even more alluring and seductive. Especially since she was only wearing a plain white towel and quietly observing him.
"You ...?" Lin Zifeng wanted to shake off her grip on his wrist, but seeing how tightly she was holding on, he just didn’t have the heart to.
"What do you mean ’you’? I have been waiting here for several hours for you. Why did you only just get here?" The woman seemed to have a not-so-favorable impression of Lin Zifeng, questioning him with an attitude.
"Did we know each other before?" Lin Zifeng was bewildered. He didn’t remember meeting this woman before.
"Who knows you? Quit your yapping and get on with the massage. I’ve been so busy lately I almost broke my figure. I don’t have time to chat with you." With that, the woman dragged Lin Zifeng towards the soft bed without waiting for an explanation.
Lin Zifeng was completely confused by her actions.
"I—You see, miss, might there be some misunderstanding here?"
"No mistake, no mistake, it’s definitely you. I can’t keep looking. If I wait any longer, I won’t have the time, so you’ll do. Come on, hurry up and start the massage for me." The woman spoke with a non-local accent, very boisterously, and before Lin Zifeng could explain, she removed the bath towel wrapped around her body.
"Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?" Lin Zifeng said helplessly.
"What? You’re not willing? The woman lay there, draped in her beauty, without a hint of shame. After all, many people at the beach who swim wear just underwear and a swim top. Besides, this man is a masseur in a spa; he must have seen it all, so there’s no place for embarrassment."
At this time, the woman completely mistook Lin Zifeng for a masseur at the spa. Having been in the private room for almost several hours with no one coming in to offer her a treatment or massage, she was so angry that she took multiple showers in the room to kill time.
"Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?" Lin Zifeng asked with a troubled frown and a hint of irony.
"What’s inappropriate about it? I’m not going to stiff you on the payment. Come on. Start with the massage; the money is a trivial matter."
With that, the woman pulled Lin Zifeng closer without waiting for him to argue back, then she laid her delicate body on the soft bed, insisting that Lin Zifeng massage her.
Looking at the woman’s impressive figure, Lin Zifeng felt incredibly vexed. What kind of bad luck was this? Is that how things are done in a women’s exclusive spa? Just grab any man and drag him in for a massage?
"Massage a bit lower," the woman said, lying on the soft bed with a white towel covering her buttocks, closing her eyes, enjoying herself immensely.
"Lower, you say?" Lin Zifeng was starting to panic. A little lower, and he would be touching her butt. Was she seriously asking him to go lower?
"Mm-hmm, just a little lower," the woman said lazily.