Chapter 16, Male Technician No. 7

Chapter 16, Male Technician No. 7

The clubhouse was dimly lit with an ambiguous yellow light, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air. Lin Mianmian had just changed into disposable slippers when Song Wanyi pulled her to sit down.

"Don't worry, it's legitimate." Song Siyi winked at her, her red lips curving slightly. "It's just that the technique is exceptionally good."

Lin Mianmian seemed a little awkward, while Jiang Nuan was extremely excited, taking photos with her phone and posting them on her WeChat Moments.

A moment later, a handsome male staff member, dressed up, came over with a tablet and let us choose a technician.

"Innocent little puppy, older dad type, dark-skinned sports student, refined scoundrel, gentle like a noble young master." "We have everything you want here."

Song Siyi ordered: "Sisters, please do as you please, it's on me."

"You can also play ancient-style characters, such as a cold and aloof master, a bewitching courtesan, a young general, or a cunning regent. Whatever you want, we have it here."

Jiang Nuan exclaimed happily, "Ahhh, you are such a beautiful woman, I would gladly go through fire and water for you!"

After ordering, the door to the private room opened, and three handsome male technicians carried in wooden buckets. The one in front was particularly tall, with exquisite features and a smile on his lips.

The others were also handsome in their own unique ways. As the music started, three handsome men, dressed in revealing clothes with their abs faintly visible, began to dance a popular group dance.

"Reward!" Song Siyi took out the prepared red bills and threw them in their faces.

The men continued dancing, performing various seductive movements. Lin Mianmian blushed and her heart pounded.

Jiang Nuan: "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, oh my god! I'm going to get a nosebleed!"

After the song ended, the men changed into suits in the semi-transparent dressing room and came out to kneel in front of their respective customers.

The man had fair skin and handsome features. When he knelt in front of Lin Mianmian, his shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a section of his collarbone.

"Hello, I'm number 7." His voice was gentle, and he lightly lifted her ankle with his fingertips. "Is the water temperature suitable?"

Lin Mianmian's ears burned, and she nodded.

The private room was dimly lit. Song Siyi went to the restroom. The air was filled with the sweet scent of aromatherapy. Lin Mianmian lay on the massage bed, wanting to end this absurd "male model technician experience" as soon as possible. She didn't know if Xie Lin would suddenly appear, after all, this man always appeared beside her without her noticing.

My roommate Jiang Nuan let out a satisfied sigh from the other bed next to me.

The massage on her back suddenly stopped. A warm, large hand replaced the masseuse's previous pressure, pressing precisely on her tense shoulder blades with a deep and steady force. The fingertips, calloused, traced the contours of her spine downwards.

Lin Mianmian froze, her hair standing on end. This touch… it feels so familiar!

She turned around abruptly, her eyes meeting a pair of unfathomable, aggressive black eyes. The man licked his small canine teeth, like a wild beast about to devour a rabbit.

Song Siyi opened the door: "Holy crap! Xie Lin." Song Siyi smiled like an aunt, grabbed Jiang Nuan and ran off, leaving behind the words: "Mianmian, I've paid the bill, have fun."

Xie Lin stood beside Lin Mianmian's bed, his tall figure almost completely blocking out the dim light from above. He wore a simple black t-shirt and black cargo pants, which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, revealing the smooth, powerful lines of his arm muscles. He tilted his head slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips, looking down at her with eyes that seemed to hold both ice and fire.

"Master." He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

The man's voice was low and husky, with a hint of languor as if he had just woken up; every word seemed to have a hook in it: "Lie down properly. Are you satisfied with the pressure?"

"Or perhaps," he paused, deliberately drawing out the last syllable, maliciously admiring the way her beautiful body tensed instantly, "want some other special services, hmm?"

Lin Mianmian reacted as if burned, frantically trying to sit up. "Xie Lin! What are you doing here?"

"Why can't it be me? Come and learn how to serve the ancestors." Xie Lin sneered, moving even faster than her.

A large, well-defined hand easily pressed down on the little girl's thin shoulders as she tried to turn over. The burning heat of the palm traveled through the thin massage to her skin, the force so great that she couldn't move.

With his other hand, he slid down to her waist very naturally, pressing a certain acupoint with his fingertips, and skillfully rubbing it.

"Ugh!" An indescribable tingling and numb sensation exploded instantly. Lin Mianmian was caught off guard, her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the massage bed.

A short, seductive moan escaped her throat, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

"Tsk, a tofu doll, so fragile?" Xie Lin's voice rang out right above her head, laced with undisguised mockery.

His fingers didn't stop pressing down, tracing the curves of her back with a subtle, almost imperceptible motion. Each press carried a sense of control and a flirtatious probing: "Does it feel good? Should I press harder?"

Lin Mianmian's face flushed, yet she blamed her own body's reaction. "Let me go!" she shouted angrily in a low voice, her struggles intensifying.

Xie Lin's Adam's apple bobbed. "I won't let go. What are you afraid of?" He leaned down even lower, his lips almost touching her earlobe, which was red from nervousness. His hot breath made her tremble slightly.

He lowered his voice, speaking in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, slowly and deliberately, word by word, into her ear, with a deadly allure and extreme wickedness, "Lin Mianmian, you've already ordered, the service isn't over yet."

"Or do you want to have a more in-depth discussion in another place?" he teased deliberately.

The last four words, like a feather carrying an electric current, gently grazed her most sensitive nerves. She couldn't take this brazen provocation any longer; if it continued, the consequences would be unimaginable. She had to run away quickly.

She suddenly broke free from his loosely clasped hand, quickly flipped off the massage bed, grabbed her bag, and rushed out. Her retreating figure was as flustered as a deer startled by a hunter. She dared not look again at the man who leaned elegantly against the bed like a lazy cheetah, his eyes filled with amusement.

The door slammed shut, isolating her from the danger; she was safe.

Xie Lin slowly straightened up, finally taking his hands out of his work pants pockets. Looking at the cat tattoo on his finger bone, he exuded an air of confident composure.

The dim light outlined his sharply defined jawline. Run? He never let his prey escape.

Her heart was pounding as she got on the bus. She couldn't go on like this. Lin Mianmian shook her head vigorously to stay awake.

She and he are from different worlds; even if they were together in the future, they wouldn't be happy.

I can't keep going on like this, otherwise I'll really fall in love and become love-struck, and that'll be the end of me.

Then we'll truly become lambs to the slaughter.

She's not financially independent; she's dependent on others. The thought of her revolving solely around her children, staying home as a stay-at-home mom, is terrifying! She has her own ideals and dreams. It's not worth it for a love that's fickle and unpredictable.

She studied hard for so many years to get a high degree, not so that she could marry well. She wants to firmly grasp her own destiny in her own hands, not in the hands of others.