And so, with extreme reluctance, Xiao Lei entered room number eight.
The girls who typically served in these rooms wore very scant clothing, yet although Xiao Lei agreed to come in, she refused to change into such attire.
The tattoo-covered guy, upon seeing Xiao Lei enter, waved his hand, signaling the rest of his group to leave the room.
The message was simple: he wanted to be alone in the room with Xiao Lei.
Xiao Lei remained standing near the door, showing no intention of moving closer.
"Add some water."
The man seemed to notice the caution in Xiao Lei's eyes. He didn't rush her, just casually instructed her to do what needed to be done.
She picked up the small bamboo ladle and poured a half scoop of water over the glowing red stones. A burst of steam rose up, making the room's temperature even hotter.
"How old are you this year?"
"Twenty-three?"
"Oh, are you still in college?"
"Yes."
The guy engaged Xiao Lei in casual conversation, here and there.
