"I’m really sorry."
Boss Jiang finally lay down in the bathtub.
To make up for the mistake, Pao Ji even brought a thermoter.
With such an attitude, it’s naturally hard to keep fussing.
This ti the water temperature was thirty-six degrees.
Just right.
The bath attendant squatted outside the bathtub, washing Boss Jiang’s hair, and her technique was authentic, definitely more comfortable than the young guy at the barber shop.
Even though that mask was quite a nuisance, Pao Ji didn’t ask Boss Jiang to take it off.
As the service provider, she had to do her best to satisfy the guest’s preferences, or rather, quirks.
"Sir, you’ve maintained yourself very well, not a single gray hair."
The young guy at the barber shop certainly wouldn’t engage in such banter with you, but spending a million yen, the service is definitely different.
Boss Jiang wasn’t a cold person either, but Pao Ji’s words really left him silent.
How old was he?
But thinking about it, it seed people couldn’t be blad.
Being able to afford such a high cost, the guests she usually dealt with probably weren’t that young.
"Your skin is also very nice, delicate and smooth, not like soone who serves others, but rather like soone who is served."
Boss Jiang reciprocated, not out of politeness, but because it was indeed the truth.
These small hands, soft as cotton, tender as bean curd, really didn’t seem like those that frequently "scrub people down."
"Of course, if I didn’t maintain myself well, wouldn’t I be letting down the adoration of esteed guests like you."
Her proficiency in Chinese was indeed solid.
"Are you from Shenzhou?"
Jiang Chen asked.
"No, I’m of course a Dongying person. You think my Chinese is quite good, right? It’s because I took a course in Chinese language during university."
She even attended university?
Realistically, a technician’s educational level usually isn’t very high.
"Which university?"
"Tokyo University."
"..."
Jiang Chen was once again left speechless.
He hadn’t been to Dongying, true, but that didn’t an he hadn’t heard of Tokyo University’s reputation, which was recognized throughout Asia and even the world.
To make a comparison.
Just imagine talents from Kyoto University and Hua Qing becoming technicians, and you’d understand the feeling.
"Graduating from Tokyo University, there should be many other options available."
It seems this is a common flaw in n.
It’s got nothing to do with experience.
Dragging virtuous won into the water, advising fallen won to turn around, even a first-tir like Boss Jiang couldn’t escape.
"There are indeed many, but the inco isn’t very satisfactory. You should know, living in Tokyo is very challenging."
As a guest, at least he could sense the honesty of this top-tier Pao Ji.
She didn’t use the usual technician stories about brothers studying or parents being sick, she was quite straightforward.
Doing this job, isn’t it all for money?
Of course.
You can’t really bla dostic technicians for being hypocritical or sly; it’s just that national circumstances differ.
Dongying’s ideology is well-known; they can treat adult films as cultural exports and economic pillars. Without the inherent sense of sha that dostic technicians have just by engaging in this work.
Alright then.
Nowadays, it seems like dostic technicians have also started to shed their psychological burdens.
"Please sit up straight, I’ll wash your back now."
Lying supine in the bathtub, Jiang Chen splashed and sat up, and soon a cool, soft touch spread across his back.
"If the pressure isn’t right, please tell ."
To be fair and objective, Jiang Chen finally understood why so many n were entranced by such places.
It was indeed indulgence.
Even stopping here is far more comfortable than going to a public bathhouse.
After the back, then the front.
The technique beca irrelevant.
The most important thing was the ntal satisfaction.
Jiang Chen lay back down again.
From the neck, to the chest, and then to the lower abdon...
Professional is just professional, not missing any place.
Going further down...
Boss Jiang didn’t need to make the decision; after a gentle swirl around the lower abdon, those hands moved directly to the thighs.
The quality of that paper shorts was indeed poor, and it could rip with just a little force when wet, but crucially she didn’t touch them at all.
However, the bubbles floating in the bathtub kept growing more nurous and thicker, no idea what brand of bath products they were using, but even the air started to fill with bubbles,
which matched the advertisent at the door.
Bathtub.
Bubbles.
And a beautiful woman.
Absolutely not false advertising.
"Are you getting up, or would you like to soak a while longer?"
Jiang Chen, who appeared to be enjoying himself with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and even without deliberately checking the ti, he knew it hadn’t been half an hour yet, including the hair washing ti.
Is this what they call a "bubble bath"?
Not disappointing, but certainly leaving so questions.
What’s that saying...
I may not want it, but you shouldn’t lack it.
No amount of bubbles makes a difference, does it?
The core selling point of a bubble bath should be the "bath," not the "bubbles," right?
Was this service really worth a million yen?
Excluding the quality of the "technician," the entire experience was actually no different from a massage in those legitimate foot bath houses, except that it was done in water.
Pao Ji had already gotten up.
Traveling abroad, he not only represented himself but also the image of the vast number of male compatriots from Shenzhou; perhaps considering this, Boss Jiang, who never lacked perspective, didn’t express doubt and stood up from the bathtub.
Maybe this was just the first step?
"Here, please."
The service was indeed attentive.
Thoughtfully handing over the towel just in ti, knowing to let Boss Jiang dry himself.
Even in a foot bath house, after washing your feet, they would thoroughly dry them and help you put on your socks.
In this scenario, aside from Boss Jiang’s personal quality, even if the police busted in for an inspection, they’d probably only apologize for the disturbance.
In the end, Boss Jiang did take the towel.
After all, it was his first ti there with no prior experience and no understanding of service details or procedures.
"You can change back into that set of clothes from before. Do you need any tea, drinks, or snacks?"
"Bring so tea eggs."
At dostic foot bath places, he loved eating this.
"Okay, please wait a mont."
Pao Ji left the room.
From start to finish, until now, she hadn’t asked Jiang Chen to remove his mask, nor did Jiang Chen seem to notice the veil on her face.
After drying himself off, Jiang Chen changed back into that sa soft set of lightweight shorts and short-sleeves, feeling no burden he had previously felt before the bath.
He sat at the end of the bed, waiting silently.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes,
Ten minutes.
...
A quarter of an hour passed.
Through the gaze outside the Ultraman mask, even the affable Boss Jiang seed to gradually sense sothing was off.
During work hours, theoretically, as a technician, you shouldn’t be gone for so long.
Could it be the entire service was already over?
Was this the legendary bubble bath?
But even if it was over, on departure, at least a farewell, an indication that ti was up, would be expected, right?
Also.
Where on earth were those damn tea eggs?
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