"Cough!" Leng Xuan sweated a bit, but he didn’t want to dwell on those matters and deliberately joked, "Why ask so many questions? Are you trying to chase ?"
"Do you think that’s possible?" Zhao Xiaoqing dismissed the idea with a sneer, but then worried that Leng Xuan might get angry and refuse to teach her massage techniques, so she explained, "I’m just concerned you’d be a bad influence on my brother. He should be focusing on his studies at his age. It’s already inappropriate for him to be dating, let alone cohabitating..."
Actually, Zhao Xiaoqing didn’t really care for a greenhorn like Leng Xuan because in her eyes, Leng Xuan was still too young, not mature enough.
However, she didn’t really understand what constituted maturity or immaturity; she based her judgnts solely on appearance. Speaking of age, she was actually the sa age as Leng Xuan, even a few months younger but, generally, girls tend to think boys their age are immature. Many girls want to find a husband or boyfriend who is seven or eight years older, mature n, because they have financial security. Choosing soone about the sa age would be "Asking for Trouble," wouldn’t it?
Zhao Xiaoqing entered society quite early and was more realistic than the girls still in school when it ca to understanding human relationships. Therefore, her standard for choosing a boyfriend also revolved around money. In her view, Leng Xuan didn’t seem like a rich guy, although he was quite handso. But being handso doesn’t put food on the table!
"Alright, let’s say you’re correct. But can we get to the point now?" Leng Xuan pinched his nose helplessly.
Zhao Xiaoqing humd in agreent, and asked, "Okay, but how do you plan to teach ?"
Although Leng Xuan didn’t really intend to teach Zhao Xiaoqing genuine massage therapy skills, he still had to put on a convincing act; otherwise, if the girl saw through him, who knows if she wouldn’t blackmail him in the future about his secret. So he said, "First, I’ll teach you about identifying acupoints on the body."
"No need for that, I’ve already learned it," Zhao Xiaoqing smiled smugly, "When I first started in beauty care, I underwent specialized training. I also know quite a bit about massage. Many custors co into the shop specifically asking for by na. So, teaching shouldn’t be too difficult for you!"
Leng Xuan responded with an "Oh," thought for a mont, and then said, "Okay, then I’ll go straight to teaching you how to massage. But we’ll need to practice on soone, right?"
"That..." Zhao Xiaoqing realized that she wouldn’t be able to grasp it if it was just talk without demonstration. But where could she find soone for the experints on short notice? After thinking it over, she said sowhat shyly, "Then you get up, I’ll lie down on the bed, and you can massage . After a few tis, I should be able to understand."
Leng Xuan pretended to be a bit embarrassed and said, "Is that really okay?"
"What’s wrong with that?" Zhao Xiaoqing was already a bit embarrassed, but hearing Leng Xuan’s response, she was suddenly amused by annoyance—what was wrong with letting her take advantage of him, and now he was reluctant? She couldn’t help feeling sowhat angry and said, "Aren’t you a man?"
Leng Xuan was mortified, being insulted by a woman like that was a blow to his pride. With a bit of malicious glee, he said, "Okay then, do you have any oil to rub on your body?"
Zhao Xiaoqing’s eyes widened, baffled, she asked, "What do you need that for?"
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