Nine twenty-five PM.
Lu Yuan lay on the massage bed, bare-chested and in his underwear.
Soft, unidentifiable music played by his ears, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in his nostrils.
PITTER-PATTER.
He was quickly messaging his mom, Zheng Qiuling, on his phone, informing her that he might return after ten o'clock.
After sending the message, Lu Yuan tossed his phone aside and lay down to enjoy the rare "Coach Level" massage.
The masseur attending to Lu Yuan this time was a small, thin middle-aged man. He was quiet and reserved, yet his technique surpassed that of the previous master. His pressure was perfectly applied, and he targeted areas with greater precision.
However, the most significant difference from last time... was the essential oil they used... oh, no, the medicinal oil.
Lu Yuan remembered that when he had used Cheng Peng's, he was given a pale, fragrant medicinal oil.
This time, it was black.
