A male technician with a history of romantic entanglements

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A shocking advertisement:

"Damn, only female customers, this guy's dreaming!"

"200 yuan an hour, he thinks money's like leaves, easy to sweep up and fill a basket!"

"He's missing a nerve, is he crazy?"

"That kid's pretty handsome, is he trying to become a gigolo?"

A poster like this on the door of a small building on a street in Qinnan County attracted the attention of passersby. What kind of advertisement was this? It turned out to be an advertisement for the opening of a massage parlor called "Warm and Cozy Health Massage Room." The content was as follows:

This health massage room has a warm and comfortable environment. Massage is provided by a blind masseur with a university education, specializing in massage and health services for female customers. Massage is by appointment only, 200 yuan/hour.

Appointment phone number: 136xxxxx0409.

The advertisement also featured a handsome young man wearing sunglasses. With jet-black hair, a high nose, and slightly upturned lips with a hint of a smile, if you didn't know he was blind, he really looked like a South Korean movie star.

The advertisement quickly spread throughout the small county town. It was indeed strange; curiosity is a fundamental human trait, and upon hearing of such a thing, many curious people came to see what was going on.

The advertisement had three main selling points: a blind college student, service exclusively for female customers, and high prices.

At that moment, the real person whose photo was displayed in the advertisement was sitting in his second-floor apartment. His name was Li Jian, a blind masseur. The opening advertisement had been up for three days, but he hadn't received any reservations. From the discussions downstairs, he knew the advertisement had been effective.

He could only wait patiently for his first customer.

"Heh, a blind man with a college education? Who would believe that?"

"Bragging doesn't cost anything; I'm a returnee from overseas!"

Another burst of laughter rose from below, a laughter that pierced Li Jian's heart like a sharp sword. Memories flooded back: Li Jian was born in a remote mountain village, truly a place where the mountains stretched endlessly, densely forested. The village had only ten households, and to get to the county town, one had to walk ten kilometers along forest trails to reach the highway and catch a bus.

Li Jian was intelligent and quick-witted from a young age, but unfortunately, when he was ten, his father fell off a cliff and died while collecting herbs in the mountains, and his mother went out to work and never returned. He and his grandfather were left to depend on each other. With the help of ten households in the village, he was admitted to a traditional Chinese medicine college in the provincial capital. To ease the burden of tuition, he applied for a student loan from the Agricultural Bank of China. His living expenses were covered by odd jobs he did in his spare time. He worked as a

sales promoter, a restaurant waiter, and even a street vendor, finally finding a relatively stable job at a beauty and health center. This was a commission-based job, and because of his handsome appearance, many female customers preferred his services, resulting in higher commissions than most. This not only solved his financial problems but also left him with a considerable surplus.

Through this practice, he became extremely familiar with various acupoints on the human body and was skilled in massage techniques. He was so familiar with them that he could accurately locate the acupoints even blindfolded. He demonstrated this skill while massaging his roommates, earning their praise.

He clearly remembered a classmate saying, "Even blind massage therapists would be envious of this technique."

Unfortunately, that jinx came true. It was the 50th anniversary celebration of the Traditional Chinese Medicine College, and he and several male classmates were in charge of setting off the fireworks. The wind was strong that night. When setting off a type of firework called a "skyrocket," which could shoot up 30 meters into the sky with a loud bang, the night sky would be filled with colorful fireworks—a beautiful sight.

But when one of the male classmates lit it, the firework tube tipped over, and the fireball shot out of the tube struck Li Jian squarely in the face. He felt a burning sensation on his face, his vision went black, and the intense pain made him writhe on the ground. Although the entire venue was ablaze with lights, some classmates still saw Li Jian lying on the ground, his face covered in blood.

Li Jian didn't know how long he lay in the hospital. When he regained consciousness and could hear the people around him talking, he felt his face wrapped in thick bandages.

His memory was stuck on that night of fireworks, on the instant a fireball struck his face.

On the day the stitches were removed, his heart was filled with anxiety, because he worried… he worried about whether his face would be disfigured, and about his eyes…

When he felt the last layer of gauze being removed, everything was still pitch black.

Then, a hand was prying open Li Jian's eyelids, and he only felt a blurry white light disappear in an instant. "Can you see the light?" someone asked.

Li Jian shook his head. Suddenly, he knew what he was about to face. Overwhelmed by panic, he reached out and grabbed the doctor's hand tightly: "Doctor, am I going blind? You have to save my eyes! I can't see, everything is over!"

"Don't worry, we'll do our best. You just need to cooperate with the treatment."

From then on, Li Jian began living in darkness. He couldn't accept this reality. He was just over a month away from graduation, and he could find a job and repay the villagers in his mountain village. But…

"Ring ring," he heard his cell phone ring. This was the phone he used specifically to answer appointment calls. For the past three days, he had been anxiously waiting for this ringtone. Now, the ringtone sounded so pleasant.

"Chen Ermei, the phone!" Li Jian called out hurriedly.

"Coming, here you go." The girl named Chen Ermei walked to his side with the phone. She was eighteen years old, beautiful and graceful. She was from Li Jian's village. When the villagers saw that Li Jian had opened a beauty and health clinic, they asked Chen Ermei to help out, so that they could have someone to look after him.

"

Hello, you...hello, Wenxin Health Massage Room." Li Jian took the phone from Chen Ermei, who had already pressed the answer button, his voice slightly stammering. "Your advertisement is a joke, is

n't

it? The prices are so high!" A loud female voice came from the phone.

"No, it's real. You can come and see for yourself." Although Li Jian had anticipated this question, he was prepared to respond.

"Can you do the full service?" the woman asked again.

"No problem, whatever you want is fine." Li Jian said confidently, because he had learned a lot about massage while working in a beauty salon—Chinese, Thai, Korean, not to mention the currently popular spas among women. Acupuncture, scraping, and cupping, all traditional Chinese medicine treatments, were also a given. "Whether it's

a horse or a donkey, we'll see tonight, eight o'clock." The woman's voice was somewhat skeptical.

"I look forward to your visit anytime." Li Jian hung up the phone. Although the clock had just struck, telling him it was 1 p.m., a full seven hours before 8 p.m., he couldn't contain his joy. Finally, someone had called.

He knew that once he found a foothold, business would boom. He was confident in his massage skills. Since his discharge from the hospital, he had faced graduation. Because he couldn't take two of the final year's graduation exams, he devised a plan: the examiners would dictate the questions, and he would answer them orally. The dean approved this method—a first in the history of the Traditional Chinese Medicine College.

In his teachers' eyes, Li Jian was an excellent student, and the results of that special exam proved it; Li Jian hadn't let them down. What would he do after graduation? While other students were busy and anxious about finding jobs, Li Jian, now blind, was even more so. But he remained calm.

He first went to a massage school for the blind. Although he was already very familiar with massage, he still needed to learn the massage skills that a blind person should master. Because he already had a solid foundation, he learned quickly and obtained a blind massage therapist qualification certificate in less than a month, a qualification that others would take three years to complete.

During his studies, many massage centers came to the blind massage school to recruit workers. They all thought highly of Li Jian, but he didn't accept any offers. He had worked in many beauty and health centers and had also seen some blind massage centers. He felt that being his own boss was better than working for someone else. Moreover, he believed that to gain a foothold in the highly competitive beauty and health industry, he had to find a unique path and target high-end clients. Now, the opportunity had arrived to see if this idea would succeed.

"Ding-dong..." The wall clock struck eight. Li Jian knew it was the time the female client had made an appointment with. Would she come? Would she just lie to him on the phone?

"You're the customer who made an appointment by phone today, right? Please come up to the second floor."

Li Jian heard Chen Ermei's voice. Chen Ermei had gone to work in Guangdong when she was sixteen. He was very touched that she stayed to help him this time. Even before the business opened, he had taught her many things about greeting customers at a beauty and health center. Chen Ermei's first conversation with a customer was quite professional, and her Mandarin was also quite good.

Li Jian adjusted his sunglasses and covered his face with a white towel, as his face had also been disfigured by fireworks. Although not horribly grotesque, it was still a shock to see a client massage him looking like that. The

female client who had made the appointment was named Lan Lan, the owner of a well-known local food company. She was forty years old, well-maintained, and looked to be under thirty, exuding the charm of a middle-aged woman. Today, she had seen the poster and felt that the content was exaggerated. To maintain her feminine charm, she, being financially well-off, frequently visited women's beauty and health clubs and had even received spa services from male masseurs. Out of curiosity, she came to take a look.

Li Jian's cozy health room was a three-bedroom suite on the second floor of a rented private house. The decorators had transformed the house, from its colors to its furnishings, into a home according to his design requirements. Lan Lan was very satisfied with the room's layout.

"Welcome," Li Jian greeted her as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and stopped beside her, bowing at a ninety-degree angle. This was a greeting gesture he had learned at the beauty center.

The female guest didn't answer. Li Jian caught a whiff of perfume, a scent not every woman could wear. He'd smelled this perfume before among the female clients he'd served, and that client was a multi-millionaire from the provincial capital. Now, smelling that familiar scent again, could this woman also be wealthy? As the saying goes, if God blinds you, He makes your sense of smell and hearing exceptionally sensitive.

From the faint sound of heels scraping the floor beside him, Li Jian knew the female guest had circled him, sizing him up. He asked, "What kind of service do you need?"

"What's your specialty?" Lan Lan looked at the handsome blind man who claimed to have a university education, who had completely covered his face except for a pair of dark sunglasses, and asked with some suspicion.

"Among the techniques I've learned, there's no specialty, only what's suitable or not. Whether it can relax the client's body and ultimately achieve the desired health benefits," Li Jian said, forcing a habitual smile. He knew he couldn't show his charming smile to clients now.

"Please change your clothes and lie down first. I'll take your pulse and then give you my opinion for reference, okay?" Li Jian suggested, because only in this way could the client know your skill level.

Lan Lan had never heard of taking a pulse before determining the massage technique beforehand. She wondered: Is this blind man really that capable? Isn't he a handsome young man in the poster photo? Why is his face covered? With these questions in mind, she followed Chen Ermei to change clothes.

Lan Lan came out in a massage outfit, satisfied with its quality. The environment was also quite nice; now it was up to the blind man's massage skills.

Li Jian was already sitting on the bed in the massage room. Lan Lan went in, her eyes fixed on him, still worried that he might be a fake blind man!

Lan Lan lay down on the bed as instructed, still looking at Li Jian with suspicion. When Li Jian touched her right hand, she noticed that his head remained still, while the hand taking her pulse was surprisingly soft, and the fingers pressing on her pulse were surprisingly strong!

"You've been quite tired lately, and you have a lot of dampness in your body. How about I give you a regular health massage first, followed by scraping (gua sha)?" After a few minutes of diagnosis, Li Jian gave Lan Lan a suggestion.

"Then let's do as you say," Lan Lan replied. She had been away on a business trip for three days and only returned this morning, so she was indeed quite tired.

Lan Lan turned over, and Li Jian stood up, leaning against the middle of the massage bed. He placed his hands on Lan Lan's lower back, stacking them on top of each other, and pressed down slightly on her back. His left hand then moved up to her head, and his right hand down to her buttocks. Even through the massage clothes, he could still feel the smoothness of the female customer's skin, thinking: Wow, what a voluptuous body!

You're amazing!

After a simple "back opening" for the female customer, Li Jian began massaging Lan Lan, starting from her cervical spine, with even pressure.

"Comfortable, so comfortable." Lan Lan had already felt relaxed and refreshed from Li Jian's pre-treatment "back opening," and now that Li Jian was actually massaging her acupoints with his fingers, she couldn't help but say it.

"Your cervical and spondylosis are quite strained. You probably sit in an office a lot, right?" Li Jian asked while massaging her.

"Yes, yes, sigh, Master, are you really blind...you know?" Lan Lan asked, realizing it was impolite, and quickly changed her words.

"Do you doubt my legitimacy? I'll show you my credentials later." Li Jian knew what the female customer wanted to ask, so he answered casually.

"I have a question. You're so handsome, how can you be blind? And why are you covering your face?" Lan Lan asked again.

"This...has nothing to do with the massage, right?" Li Jian changed the subject. "Is this pressure okay?"

"Yes, yes, it's perfect." Lan Lan knew it would be impolite to keep asking, so she stopped and slowly enjoyed the relaxation and comfort of the massage. Before long, she even fell asleep.

When Li Jian used to massage his clients, he liked to chat with them. This not only increased the distance between them but also turned them into regular customers, ensuring they would order his services the next time they came.

However, once he became truly blind, everything from the past became a fleeting memory. Flowers, blue skies, white clouds, and the vibrant life of the world could only exist deep in his memory.

He couldn't even appreciate the beautiful spring scenery before him, and a sense of sorrow welled up inside him. This thought only flashed through his mind briefly; the woman he was massaging was probably peacefully drifting off to sleep.

Although Li Jian couldn't see the woman's face, he could feel her full figure with his hands. The muscles in her arms, shoulders, waist, and thighs were firm and not loose, and her skin was smooth and elastic. He could tell that she took good care of herself.

Meanwhile, Lan Lan was having a dream: a young, handsome man was gently stroking her. Wherever his hand touched, she felt a series of electric shocks, a current that made her feel light and airy, as if her body was burning with heat, and a tightness in her chest.

She couldn't take it anymore, abruptly turning around and sitting up, shouting, "Give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore!"

Li Jian was massaging Lan Lan's inner thighs at that moment. Lan Lan cried out and sat up, her breasts firmly touching Li Jian's hands. He felt the firmness of her breasts. While massaging the female customer, he hadn't had a single impure thought, but now, a surge of heat rose in his lower body.

"I...I'm sorry, did I use too much force?" Li Jian quickly said. Because the area he was massaging was very close to the female customer's genitals, could it be a conditioned reflex? But what he was saying didn't seem right...

"It's nothing, I just had a dream, the house was on fire, and I needed water to put it out!" Lan Lan remembered the dream, her face burning with embarrassment. She glanced at Li Jian, secretly relieved that he was blind and couldn't see these changes in her, and she also felt her underwear was wet.

"Want me to massage the front?" Li Jian chuckled inwardly when he heard Lan Lan's question: "Trying to put out a fire? Maybe you want a man's water to save you." Li Jian wasn't a virgin anymore. He had a girlfriend in college, and one summer night, they had consummated their relationship on a campus bench.

Strangely enough, even without sexual intercourse, the torment was bearable; the guy would at most masturbate. But after the first time, he longed for a second, a third… Li Jian's girlfriend often asked him to "put out the fire," so much so that "putting out the fire" became a secret code between them.

This female customer's reason for "putting out the fire" ignited Li Jian's desire, but he suppressed it. She was a first-timer, and he'd already had impure thoughts before even knowing her name. What would he do with his business in the future?

"

No front, let's do gua sha instead," Lan Lan replied. She was worried that massaging his breasts might arouse her, and she might force herself on him and take advantage of this handsome blind man!

“Okay, let’s do the gua sha.” After saying that, Li Jian asked Chen Ermei to bring over the gua sha board and gua sha oil.

“Are you ready?” Li Jian asked when Lan Lan didn’t speak.

“Wait a minute.” Lan Lan was considering whether to take off her clothes when she hesitated. When she saw that Li Jian’s head was turned in one direction, she remembered that this man was blind. What could he see? So she quickly took off her massage clothes.

This time, she was doing gua sha on a man while shirtless. Lan Lan didn’t feel shy at all, because she was experienced and had seen it all. But she still savored the wonderful dream she had just had.

Li Jian felt differently. The previous massage was done through the massage clothes, so the feel wasn’t as good. Now, with gua sha, he could take the opportunity to apply gua sha oil, and his palms could touch this voluptuous female customer over a large area.

Li Jian’s pressure was well controlled, and the acupoints he scraped were accurate. Lan Lan secretly sighed; this technique was far more comfortable than what the girls at those leisure clubs did. It was a pity this man was blind.

As she was thinking this, she felt a small insect slowly crawling down her shoulder to her armpit. She asked, "Master, look, what's crawling under my armpit?"

Li Jian was startled and reached for Lan Lan's armpit, but he used too much force and accidentally touched her breast. "Ouch, what are you trying to do?" This time, Lan Lan arched her back.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see anything. I got nervous when you mentioned it." Li Jian hadn't expected to make that move; was it a deliberate attempt by the female customer to seduce him? However, besides touching the customer's breast, his hand was also slippery. He knew it wasn't breast milk, but gua sha oil.

Seeing Li Jian's reaction, Lan Lan also thought, how could he possibly see what was under her armpit? She had asked him to look; a blind man can't see, so of course he'd feel it. It wasn't his fault.

"Let's continue then. Are you almost done?"

"Almost done, please lie down." Hearing this from the female customer, Li Jian breathed a sigh of relief. Then he carefully completed the final work.

Although there were a few minor hiccups during the whole process, Lan Lan was generally satisfied. The entire process took an hour and a half. Lan Lan gave Li Jian four bills, and Li Jian asked Chen Ermei to give Lan Lan fifty yuan in change.

She politely said, "Keep the change, consider it a tip." Then she slipped a piece of paper into Li Jian's hand, saying, "This is my business card. You can call me if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you, welcome to come again next time!" Li Jian could tell that the female customer had a good impression of him.

"Your massage technique is really great!" This was the sentence Lan Lan left for Li Jian when she left. Li Jian understood that this sentence meant his business would get better and better!

"You dare to take advantage of my wife?

Maybe you went to bed too late last night." When the clock struck ten, Li Jian knew it was already ten o'clock in the morning when he got up. For someone like him, blinded by an accident, he had seen the beautiful rainbow after the rain, its seven colors his favorite; he had seen bees collecting nectar from flowers; he knew the changing seasons, the alternation of day and night, and the natural laws of life, including joy, sorrow, birth, aging, sickness, and death. Now, he could only experience all of this in the darkness.

He and Chen Ermei lived in a suite on the same floor as the massage room. After finishing work at night, they would return to the suite to rest. Chen Ermei took care of all of Li Jian's daily needs.

"Brother Jian, get up! Let me help you to the bathroom." Seeing Li Jian leave his bedroom, Chen Ermei put down her work in the kitchen.

"No need, I can do it myself." Li Jian had figured out the way to the bathroom many times; this was no problem for him.

He knew the exact location of the towels, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, shower gel, toilet paper, and other toiletries in the bathroom—a basic necessity for a blind person to take care of themselves.

"Open the door! Open the door now!"

Li Jian, who was brushing his teeth, heard a loud banging on the door, accompanied by a man's shouts.

The banging was coming from the massage room. Who could it be? Coming so early? It turned out that the person knocking was Lan Lan's husband, Deng Sanchu, nicknamed "Sancu" (meaning "Third Thick"), referring to his thick neck, thick arms, and thick penis

. Deng Sancu had a very volatile temper. Because his wife had become wealthy through business, he had benefited greatly, but he frequently cheated on her, couldn't tolerate anyone speaking ill of her, let alone touching her body.

This morning, someone reported to him that they saw his wife at the massage parlor for an hour or two last night. Remembering how his wife unusually wanted to make love to him when she got home last night, he realized he hadn't done it with her in a long time. It wasn't that his wife didn't want to, but he had been cheating on her, and his manhood was failing him. His wife had given him a severe dressing-down.

He assumed the masseur had become addicted to touching his wife, so he vented his anger on the blind masseur at the parlor. Deng Sancu knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. He continued knocking, each time harder than the last: "Open the door! Open the door now! I'll smash it down if you don't open it!"

"Second Sister, go see what's going on,"

Li Jian heard Second Sister open the door and leave.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Chen Second Sister's voice trembled slightly.

"Are you from this massage parlor? Call that blind man out! How dare he take advantage of my wife!" Deng Sancu's tone was fierce.

Li Jian understood immediately. It must be the husband of the woman named Lan Lan who came for a massage last night, accusing him of taking advantage of his wife. What right did he have?

He felt for the third towel in the row hanging on the wall—the one he and Chen Ermei had agreed to use to cover their faces. Following his instincts, Li Jian reached the door, still hearing Ermei arguing with the man.

"I'm here," Li Jian said, knowing he couldn't escape, that danger might be closing in, but he was going to risk it all.

"You son of a bitch, pretending to be blind to take advantage of women!" Deng San's cursing had barely finished when he shoved Li Jian to the ground.

Li Jian hadn't expected the man to attack him; he immediately fell, his head slamming heavily against the wall.

It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark! If Li Jian could see, he could easily have dodged the blow, easily deflecting the attack with a light touch, and the man would have fallen flat on his face! But now, he was like a man in the dark, caught completely off guard and struck hard from behind by a villain!

"Why did you hit me?" he asked, enduring the pain.

"Damn it, so what if I hit you? I haven't even chopped off your groping hands yet! You son of a bitch, you're just a womanizer." Deng Sancu wanted to kick him again to vent his anger, but Chen Ermei stopped him.

Li Jian didn't see this detail; otherwise, another kick would have been enough to make him suffer.

“He looks quite handsome in the photo, why is he covered up with a cloth now? Is he afraid to be seen?” Deng Sancu shook off Chen Ermei and ripped the towel off Li Jian’s face. “Damn it…” When he saw Li Jian’s face, the rest of his sentence caught in his throat.

That face almost made Deng Sancu vomit. Would any woman still have the heart to think about sex if she saw that face?

“You…you…is that you in the advertisement?” Now it was Deng Sancu’s turn to feel guilty.

“Ermei, go show this boss my blind massage certificate.” Li Jian said to Chen Ermei, who was trying to help him up. “Oh, and show him my university diploma too.”

Li Jian didn’t want to get up; he felt sitting on the ground was safer than standing.

“These photos aren’t of you, what’s going on?” Deng Sancu asked, taking the documents Chen Ermei handed him, puzzled.

“That was taken a month before graduation, before the incident. Later, because the scars on my face were too unsightly, I could only use this one from before graduation. Do you have any more questions?” Li Jian said expressionlessly, already knowing that the man wouldn't attack him.

“I'm so sorry, I apologize!” Deng Sancu, though a rough man, was also loyal. Recalling how he had been violent towards an unsuspecting blind man, he felt remorseful.

“It was a misunderstanding, a case of becoming friends through a fight. May I ask your name?” Li Jian, being a highly educated person, could resolve the misunderstanding quickly, perhaps even becoming good friends with Deng Sancu.

"My name is Deng Sancu. The woman who came for a massage last night is my wife." Seeing that Li Jian didn't mind, Deng Sancu said, "Brother, if you ever need anything from me, just let me know."

"Second Sister, give Mr. Deng a chair."

"No need, I have to go now. I'll come for a massage next time."

"Since Mr. Deng has seen the certificate, how about trying my technique? Can you give me five minutes?" Li Jian could tell from Deng Sancu's voice that he had a respiratory problem, so he decided to give him a massage.

Deng Sancu sat down in the chair as Li Jian asked, and felt Li Jian stroke his back several times. After his muscles relaxed, Li Jian suddenly pressed several acupoints, causing a tingling, sore feeling and an itchy throat. He coughed up a mouthful of phlegm.

"Drink less alcohol in the future, and it's best to quit smoking. Your health is important." Li Jian knew he had achieved his goal.

After being massaged by Li Jian, Deng Sancu felt as if a thick layer of armor had been removed from his body. Especially after spitting out that mouthful of almost yellowish-green phlegm, his breathing became much easier, and his speech was clearer than before. He couldn't help but praise, "It's truly amazing! I misunderstood you." He then took out several hundred-yuan bills and handed them to Li Jian.

"As long as you respect the work of blind people, I'm satisfied. You're being unreasonable," Li Jian said. "Boss Deng, it's not because you're jealous, we don't even know each other."

"It's because you think I took advantage of your wife that you came to lecture me," Li Jian added.

"Your wife didn't bring any tofu last night, how could Brother Jian have taken advantage of her? I can testify," Chen Ermei, who hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, finally spoke up.

"Hahaha..." Li Jian and Deng Sancu laughed heartily...

Chen Ermei stood there dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

Having gotten his way and

seen Deng Sancu off, Li Jian was still secretly smiling to himself. The place where he had fallen and hit his head on the wall had swollen up and was still throbbing, but now it had lessened considerably. For a moment, Li Jian found Chen Ermei's words quite humorous, and he couldn't help but laugh whenever he thought about them.

"Brother Jian, what were you laughing at? When did you start taking advantage of her?" Chen Ermei said.

"Ermei, you'll understand later," Li Jian replied. He didn't want to explain too much; at Ermei's age, she was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, her heart as pure as a blank sheet of paper—it was better that she didn't know. It was a pity he was blind; massaging female customers meant that while he couldn't feast his eyes, he could at least satisfy his urges.

Having worked in a massage parlor before, Li Jian knew that the busiest times were usually in the evenings and on holidays. If he did several massages in a row, even a young masseur would feel completely exhausted. This job was physically demanding, requiring inner strength.

"Brother Jian, lunch is ready." Chen Ermei brought a bowl of rice to Li Jian. He smelled the aroma of meat—his favorite braised pork belly. Massage therapists needed plenty of oil and fat to have the energy.

He took the large bowl Chen Ermei handed him, which contained his entire meal's worth of food, so he wouldn't need to ask for more. Li Jian sniffed the food in the bowl again, locating the braised pork belly, then opened his mouth, took a bite, and ate with relish.

"Brother Jian, keep eating, there's more. Should I feed you?" Chen Ermei said, noticing his eating habits.

"I'll do it myself. If you're not around, I'll have to rely on myself."

"Brother Jian, do you really like tofu?

" "Yes, why?"

"If you like it, I'll make it for you. It's embarrassing if people say you're stealing their tofu. Tofu isn't expensive, only one yuan a pound. I'll make as much as you want, so you can eat your fill!" Hearing Chen Ermei's words

, Li Jian's mouth stopped moving. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he covered his mouth and laughed. He could imagine that the innocent-looking Chen Ermei was speaking very seriously to him and wouldn't have thought anything of it.

"Ring..." The phone rang.

Chen Ermei answered: "Hello, Wenxin Massage Room."

"I'll be coming over for a massage later, can you arrange that?"

"Sure, may I ask your surname?" Chen Ermei picked up a pen, preparing to write down the customer's information.

"I already went yesterday, my surname is Lan..." The caller was Lan Lan. She had overheard her husband, Deng San, talking about what happened that morning while having lunch at home. She felt that her husband had gone too far, so she called to arrange a time to apologize in person and get a massage.

"Is it that woman surnamed Lan from yesterday?" Li Jian heard Lan Lan's words clearly.

"Yes, the woman whose husband suspects you of taking advantage of him. Be careful when she comes later." Chen Ermei's words made Li Jian laugh again. "

Ermei, get me a basin of hot water and some soap. In a bit, could you cover my face properly? I think I should wear a mask, otherwise I'll really scare people." Li Jian explained that

a massage therapist's hands must be kept clean and soft, and nails shouldn't be long. Personal hygiene is especially important when working with high-end female clients; there shouldn't be any body odor or bad breath. Li Jian already understood these precautions, so he had to soak his hands in hot water and wash them thoroughly with soap beforehand, waiting for the client to arrive.

After Li Jian washed his hands, Chen Ermei told him that Lan Lan had arrived and she had arranged for her to wait in the massage room.

Chen Ermei helped Li Jian put on his white coat and mask, and then led him to the massage room. "Oh dear, Master Li, I'm so sorry about this morning. I heard my husband came to cause you trouble. He's a rough guy, I hope he didn't do anything to you?" "Lan Lan saw Li Jian come in and hurriedly apologized.

After Li Jian's massage and scraping last night, she felt refreshed and light on her feet. Also, she had really wanted to make love with her husband last night, but he gave up halfway, leaving her feeling miserable all night. That pent-up desire had nowhere to go, and she was feeling incredibly frustrated.

"Isn't that right? The moment you walked in, you said Brother Jian was taking advantage of you. It's just a few pieces of tofu! Is it worth getting so angry! You didn't bring any tofu today, did you?" Chen Ermei still remembered the tofu incident.

"Taking advantage of me? Haha..." Now it was Lan Lan's turn to laugh so hard she bent over.

"Ms. Lan, you just had a massage and scraping last night, so you should come back in about a week. Are you feeling unwell today?" Li Jian asked, afraid of going too far with his joke.

"Take my pulse and tell me what I should do," Lan Lan said as she walked into the massage room and lay down on the bed. She was dressed very fashionably today, her low-cut top revealing a deep cleavage, and a platinum necklace around her neck, giving her an air of elegance.

Although Li Jian couldn't see what was happening in front of him, he could still smell the perfume emanating from Lan Lan. This feminine scent stimulated the hormones in Li Jian's body...

Li Jian took Lan Lan's pulse and said, "You have kidney deficiency, are cold-blooded, and lack sleep. Let me massage your feet."

When Lan Lan heard Li Jian say that she had kidney deficiency and lack of sleep, was that really true? Although she was at the age of sexual desire, apart from last night when she was eager to seek intimacy with her husband, she basically didn't want to at other times. Could it be that this blind masseur had opened up some of her meridians, making her feel this desire?

"Master, you massaged my back yesterday, could you massage my front today?" Lan Lan felt her breasts craving a man's touch and, disregarding her feminine shyness, made this request to Li Jian.

"Alright, go change into a massage outfit."

"No need, just have that girl bring it to me." Lan Lan said, thinking, "You can't see me anyway, so what's wrong with changing in front of you?"

Lan Lan changed into the massage outfit Chen Ermei brought, closed the door, and stripped down to only her underwear in front of Li Jian. Her white body and round buttocks were enough to make any man's eyes pop out. Lan Lan knew Li Jian wouldn't see this erotic scene, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

When Lan Lan lay down, she saw Li Jian stand beside the massage bed, his head tilted back, his palms rubbing together vigorously for a moment, then suddenly covering her breasts—precisely!

Strangely, a powerful electric current made Lan Lan dizzy for a few seconds, her mind blank.

"Do you know what you're doing?" she asked after she came to her senses.

"What?!" Li Jian continued to press his palms on her breasts.

"You, you're taking advantage of me, you know that?" She couldn't help but laugh, and the two mounds of flesh trembled in Li Jian's palms.

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