「Tianlong Massage Parlor, reception counter」
The doorbell rang. Tianlong, who was holding a cigar between his lips while organizing the box of herbs on the table, looked up. His gray-blue eyes glanced at Honey before smiling casually.
Oh, qing jin (Oh, please come in). But I need a sec. Please, sit on the sofa first,
he said as he put out his cigar on the ashtray.
After putting the herbs away in the cabinet, he walked over to Honey. His eyes were filled with curiosity.
What's up? Do you have any pain or anything else you need help with? But my service fee is a bit expensive. If you can't pay, we can exchange it for something else.
