In particular, she could see the scenery outside, and even though she knew that no one outside could see her, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

The technician poured out the essential oil from one side, warmed it in the palm of his hand, and poured the hot essential oil down, making the whole body warm. The masseuse began to massage her bare back, shoulders, and long legs, perhaps because of the perennial massage, her palms were not too soft, but like a man's hand, with a hint of scrub-like texture in the roughness, and the comfortable feeling could not be described.

Pounding, massaging, kneading, in fact, Luo Qingxue is not too tired these days. However, she collapsed long ago because of her perennial weakness and cold in the past few years. After the massage, it made her feel warm, like wandering on flowers.

However, when the technician's hand reached from her back to her snow-white softness, even though she was also a woman, she was startled and immediately stopped.

She couldn't accept such an intimate gesture, even if the person was a woman.

It seems that the whole person can only adapt to Leng Yunting's touch, except for him, the other people feel extremely strange and unacceptable.

The masseur also seemed to be a little anxious, her Chinese language was not very good, and at the moment, she was trying to communicate with her in English.

"It's service, guests. ”

She shook her head: "I'm sorry, I don't need it here, let's move on." ”

The masseuse naturally did not force her, she nodded immediately when she heard the words, her hand went down her spine, and the pressure was very soft, accompanied by the aroma of the room, and the soft music that swirled, making her comfortably about to fall asleep.

Before she knew it, the technician's hand slipped down on her round mound and gently peeled off her underpants.

She was half-asleep, perhaps a little drowsy because of the hot springs, but she didn't respond here.

The masseur's fingers jumped on her snow-white body, sliding all the way down, the oil was hot, and she was about to fall asleep in a daze, but the fingers that were about to reach her intimate parts woke her up instantly.

She hurriedly sat up and wrapped herself in a bath towel.

I'm going! What's going on! Isn't there a sex service in the place introduced by Kawi?

She had heard that there were some imitations of Thai massage in China, and there were indeed massages for men and women in some special regions - but that was just a façade. Most often, it's the legendary Red Light District.

But how can there be such a thing here? Could it be that Thai massage is to strip naked and "take care" of all parts of the body?