"This latest service really was comfortable, Ling Momo had dozed off in a drowsy stupor, only semi-awake when a staffer brought in some essential oils. The door wasn't closed, and the sound of high heels clicked down the hallway, accompanied by a complimentary voice: 'Miss Jian, are you only doing a facial like usual today?'"
Immediately followed by Jian Chenxi's crisp and clear voice, "No, I'll go for the full body treatment."
Then the staffer left, and the door was closed, silencing the room once more.
The beautician, who was massaging Ling Momo, saw that her eyes were open and said softly, "Miss Jian has been coming quite frequently lately!"
Momo just grunted, showing little interest.
The beautician didn't notice Ling Momo's lack of enthusiasm and continued, "I hear she's getting married to Lu Niange. She mentioned it last time she was here."
Momo stiffened up suddenly, and the beautician couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter? Miss Ling, did I hurt you?"
