"Ah, Zhang Yang, aren't you a bit too big?"
Under my guidance, Ji Caixia's hand trembled, instinctively pulling back a little.
A rosy blush quickly spread across her face.
Her eyes held a hint of dizziness.
But I held her hand firmly, looking serious: "If you want to get familiar with the work quickly, practice diligently, don't be so timid!"
"Mm, I'm just a little nervous since it's my first time, especially doing it for a man."
Ji Caixia felt deeply embarrassed, but with my encouragement, she tried to loosen up.
Soon enough, I started to feel comfortable.
But I was still curious: "So does your beauty salon do this for men?"
"Of course not, the salon only serves women. I couldn't find anyone else to practice on, so I came to you."
Ji Caixia was new here, and besides me, she didn't know anyone else.
But this worked out perfectly as a little perk for me.
"Alright then, you concentrate, now it's your turn to use your hands."
