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Ten minutes later.

As the private room door swung open, Gan Yanyu, with her hair let down, wearing a bathrobe, walked in.

Lin Tian's eyes went wide instantly.

If on ordinary days, Gan Yanyu gave off a vibe of seventy percent grace and thirty percent cuteness,

Then now, Gan Yanyu's cuteness level had reached a full nine out of ten.

Her petite fra, clad in a bathrobe that seed one size too large, gave off the impression of being tiny and cute.

Underneath the shorts, a pair of lone, snow-white, beautiful legs looked like they could wobble and fall at any mont.

Maybe it's because it's her first ti, Gan Yanyu acted quite shyly, and even her movents beca smaller.

The masseuse asked her to walk, she walked; asked her to sit on the sofa, she obediently took off her shoes and climbed onto it.

Although it seed a little impolite,

But this docile appearance, paired with that outfit,

If it were soone else, if she wasn't Gan Yanyu....

This would be the perfect embodint of the Moonlight!

The Foot Washing City's Moonlight,

The kind that pounds your feet, and gently tells you, "Bro, don't co again next ti, you work hard for your money, really, just save up, and if you really miss , just order the cheapest package when you do, I'll take care of you normally.... find a good wife, don't end up with soone like ."

Alas, it's a pity she's Gan Yanyu, her elegance really doesn't lead one to think in that direction.

"Try it, is the water temperature okay?"

The female masseuse filled the basin and asked.

She was already quite frustrated, and now she just wanted to finish the job as soon as possible, best without saying a word.

She had figured it out; her client was the girl in front of her.

If Lin Tian spoke to her, she wouldn't respond to a single word!

But the fear is, this mysterious high school girl who showed up might give her a hard ti; after all, both of them didn't look like typical high school students.

Which proper high school student goes to get a foot massage?

....

Gan Yanyu cautiously extended her foot and placed it into the water.

The mont she touched the surface, the girl quickly drew her foot back.

"It's a bit hot."

"I'll add so cold water for you."

The female masseuse turned on the cold water, adding a wave of it.

"How about now?"

"Still hot."

The masseuse added another wave.

"Try again?"

"It's still a bit..."

"..." The masseuse was speechless.

The temperature of the water she usually prepared for others wasn't ever lower than this.

And furthermore, for foot washing, a hotter temperature is inherently more comfortable.

Does the world really possess such delicate feet??

Could it be that she really was sent by that young man to cause trouble for her?!

The more the masseuse thought about it, the angrier she beca.

How could it be, was she trying to prove the value of being a female high school student in such a manner?

Who hasn't been through being 18, what's there to act about?

"I'm sorry, I really am embarrassed."

Gan Yanyu said softly,

"I usually don't wash with water this hot....."

A gentle apology.

In an instant, it struck the masseuse's heart.

Sotis, to go from extre anger to calmness, it really is just a matter of a sincere apology.

It's just that simple.

Looking at the girl in front of her, the embarrassed look on her angelic face,

The flas of the masseuse's anger were extinguished in an instant.

This was sothing no other custor had ever displayed before.

"It's fine, it's fine, I'll add so more cold water for you."

The masseuse suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

After all, this was just an 18-year-old child.

She had been too earnest.

After adding cold water for a while longer, the water temperature finally reached a level that Gan Yanyu could accept.

"Thank you." Gan Yanyu said, looking down.

Another thunderous statent!

Not just "thank you," but "thank you."

One word of difference, yet it once again deeply ward the masseuse.

"You're welco, it's what I should do."

The masseuse was touched.

What a sensible girl!

Seeing Gan Yanyu's delicate pretty face showing a shy side at that mont,

Even the female technician felt her heart soften.

So adorable.

Can't deny that this naiveté, shown in a place of festivity, is sothing one could spend a lifeti learning!

Regular high school students probably rarely have this feeling.

No wonder the young man brought this girl along, it's truly beco on-site teaching now!

"Lin Tian, why are you sitting so far away?"

Suddenly, Gan Yanyu couldn't help but speak up.

"Ah?"

Lin Tian, who was sitting far away and grinning foolishly, was suddenly cued.

The girl pretended to be serious, patting the armrest next to the sofa.

"Co sit over here."

"Oh."

I was quite enjoying the show.

Probably still felt too awkward, so he needed to sit beside her.

Lin Tian had no choice but to stand up and move to sit next to Gan Yanyu.

Only to see a pair of white and clean little feet soaking in the water basin.

Like little figurines.

They looked very appetizing.

"What are you thinking about?"

Noticing Lin Tian's gaze, Gan Yanyu's face turned slightly red, and she waved her hand in front of Lin Tian's face.

I'm thinking, just this basin of water is enough for to finish three bowls of rice.

"What size are your feet?"

"35."

Gan Yanyu knew that for a girl who was 166 cm tall, these were considered very small feet.

Besides her family, she hadn't told anyone else her foot size.

Thinking of her bare feet exposed in front of Lin Tian.

And also having to discuss the size of her feet...

Gan Yanyu felt her face was going to explode with embarrassnt.

Fortunately, I'll die soon, best if I could die imdiately after leaving Foot Washing City, so not so many problems can catch up.

After the first soak, it was ti for the reflexology massage.

Gan Yanyu placed her feet on the edge of the water basin, and the technician reached out and took hold of her foot.

However, the mont the technician touched Gan Yanyu's feet.

"Ah!"

The girl let out a startled cry and withdrew her feet.

Startling both the technician and Lin Tian.

"It's ticklish..."

Gan Yanyu showed an embarrassed expression.

"It's okay, take your ti, so people's feet are just more sensitive," said the female technician with a smile.

Gan Yanyu slowly straightened her legs.

The technician went back to work.

However, the mont she touched the girl's ankle.

"Whoosh!"

Gan Yanyu abruptly pulled her feet back again.

The technician beca anxious.

She grabbed onto the girl's ankles in a rush.

"Whack!"

A kick landed on the technician's arm!

"Damn!"

The female technician let go of the grip.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this; nobody has ever touched my feet before..."

Gan Yanyu's eyes drooped down, looking a bit wronged.

She didn't want it to be this way, she wanted to enjoy the service.

But the feet were just not listening.

The mont they were touched, they instinctively recoiled.

She couldn't explain the feeling, but at the mont soone's hands touched her, an intense uneasiness swept over her body and it just went out of control.

It made everyone very awkward.

"What shall we do then? Are we still doing this?" the technician asked with a helpless shrug.

She hadn't encountered this in her six years of professional life.

She thought that only princesses in fairy tales would have such reactions.

At this mont, Lin Tian, who was sitting beside, spoke up.

"How about I give it a try?"

Just as Lin Tian had said at the beginning.

He wanted to give Gan Yanyu a happy ti during the last monts of her life.

Washing feet was not sothing Lin Tian minded contributing effort to.

Of course, handling the little figurines was an added bonus.

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