166: Chapter 166 It's hard to learn good things, but it's easy to learn bad things!

"Hello, Sister-in-law!"

Su Ming: "..."

What the hell?

You... who are you calling Sister-in-law?

He turned his head in shock to look at Tieniu, only to see Tieniu wink at him, wearing an expression that said, "Brother, I understand you."

Su Ming had a sudden epiphany!

This is truly top-tier service!

No wonder your establishment isn't legitimate!

You even trained the technicians for emergency protocols like surprise inspections!

Professional!

This is fucking professional!

Su Ming gave that manager he had never met ten thousand likes in his heart!

What do you call this?

This is the ceiling of the industry!

This is the spiritual civilization construction of the service industry!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the projection.

The moment Shen Qingci heard that "Hello, Sister-in-law," she froze.

A crimson flush quickly climbed onto her pretty face, burning from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes, even tinting them a faint pink. Her naturally cold and aloof eyes showed a rare trace of panic at this moment.

"You, who is your..." She instinctively wanted to refute it, but she pursed her lips and just couldn't bring herself to say the second half of the sentence.

Perhaps... it was just unspeakable.

The stone suspended in Su Ming's heart finally landed halfway.

Tieniu continued, his voice as loud as if he were shouting slogans in the army: "Don't worry, Sister-in-law! It's just me giving the massage! Mr. Su was just asking me what massage services are available for women, and he even said he'd bring you to experience them next time."

"We're legitimate here, there's no one else in the room, just me! Take a look!" He even deliberately moved his large face, which was plastered with "I am very innocent," closer to the camera.

Su Ming screamed in his heart: Brother Tieniu, you are the undisputed MVP of tonight!

Shen Qingci stared at the male technician on the screen who was built like a bulldozer, then looked at Su Ming's "I am very innocent" expression.

Her suspicions... had indeed dissipated for the most part.

A place where such burly men served customers didn't really seem like it had any ulterior motives.

But she still pursed her lips, not giving him a pleasant look.

"...If you want to go, just say so. Am I stopping you?"

That tone was clearly jealous, yet she insisted on maintaining a facade.

Su Ming nodded immediately, his attitude as sincere as a good student caught red-handed by their homeroom teacher.

"Alright, alright, my fault. I'll definitely report it in advance next time."

Shen Qingci huffed, then her expression turned serious.

"...I have something to tell you."

Su Ming looked at Tieniu gratefully, "Brother Tieniu, you go out first. Close the door."

Tieniu nodded, walked to the door, opened it, and went out.

At this moment, he was still thinking about that rich young master with the lightning attribute from earlier. That young master's endurance was on par with his. In his eight years in the industry, it was the first time he had encountered a guest who complained that his strength wasn't enough. He prepared to go find Ye Xiao to continue the "battle."

Arriving at the room across the corridor, which was Su Ming's original room, the door was half-open, and there was no one inside.

Where could he have gone?

He walked down the corridor and faintly heard female voices coming from the direction of the lounge area.

Warm yellow light leaked from the gap in the door, accompanied by two giggles that were sickeningly sweet.

"Brother is so bad... why are you using so much strength right off the bat..."

"Stop discharging electricity, my hands can't take it... it's so numb and tingly..."

Tieniu: "???"

He leaned over and peeked through the crack in the door.

Then he turned to stone.

Ye Xiao.

That lightning-attribute kid who had just been righteous and stern, shouting that "women are poison that corrodes the will of a Martial Artist."

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa, enjoying himself. On each side of him sat... one person.

They were none other than Wan'er and Ling'er.

After the two beautiful technicians came out, they had nowhere to go and happened to run into Ye Xiao, who had been kicked out, shirtless and looking bewildered. Professional instinct told them—work has arrived.

Besides, this young man was young, handsome, had beautiful muscle definition, and fair skin. He was ten thousand times easier to serve than that alloy-like man who couldn't be massaged.

Wan'er stepped forward first and asked softly if he wanted a shoulder massage.

Ye Xiao originally wanted to refuse.

But when Wan'er bent over in her uniform, the scenery at her neckline crashed straight into his line of sight. He was hard-controlled for a second.

In that very second, Ling'er had already pressed up against him from the other side. Her petite body leaned against his arm, and she called out "Little Brother" in a soft, sweet voice.

Ye Xiao wanted to say "Get away."

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound. The defense line of Young Master Ye Xiao's values was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wan'er sat on his right, her boneless fingertips tracing up along his muscle fibers.

Ling'er leaned on his left, her entire body half-hanging on his arm, looking up at him with watery eyes.

"Brother, your body is so hot. Are you a fire-attribute talent?"

Ye Xiao's mouth was dry, and he squeezed a word out of his throat: "Lightning..."

"Wow, lightning attribute!" Wan'er covered her mouth, her eyes full of admiration, "No wonder your whole body is tingling... it's so numbing..."

Ye Xiao was also tingling all over at this moment.

But it wasn't from his talent sequence.

Wan'er giggled and deliberately puffed out her chest.

That proud curve brought a devastating visual impact at close range—two massive headlights pressed directly against Ye Xiao's cheeks.

Soft, warm.

Elastic.

Ye Xiao's brain went blank with a "buzz."

In his life, other than his mother, he had never had such close contact with a member of the opposite sex.

He remembered what he had said twenty minutes ago— "A woman's soft hands are poison that corrodes the will of a Martial Artist."

It was indeed poison.

But no one told him that poison could smell so good.

Now this poison was pouring from his cheeks all the way to his crown. His willpower was making its final death throes, then surrendered without any suspense.

And—truth be told.

It smelled... it smelled fucking amazing!

Brother Ming was right. Choosing a pleasing opponent to engage in close-quarters combat by your side was indeed ten thousand times more comfortable than Tieniu.

Learning good is hard, learning bad is a slippery slope!

At an age of hot-blooded vigor, with a powerful and refined body, under the double extreme stimulation, the Qi and blood in his body surged upward at an unprecedented speed.

"Pfft..."

Two crimson lines of blood flowed down ungratefully, dripping onto his white bathrobe, blooming like two striking red plum blossoms.

Ye Xiao raised his hand in a daze and touched his nose.

It was sticky.

It was blood.

I... have a nosebleed?

Seeing this scene, Wan'er and Ling'er were stunned for a moment, then laughed until they shook.

"Oh my, Little Brother, why do you have a nosebleed?"

"You are so cute..."

Ye Xiao's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

There was embarrassment... but also relief!

He... was indeed still just a child!

On the first day after the college entrance exam!

Ye Xiao, Nine Heavens Thunder Body, Tier 3 Silver...

Who claimed to pursue only the Dao of martial arts for his whole life...

His eighteen years of purity...

defeated.

Defeated very thoroughly.

Defeated by two headlights.