At that moment, Yang Hui continued, "Besides, the light is so dim you can't see anything. What are you afraid of?"
'Dim light?' Xia Jie looked at him. She could even see the water droplets that hadn't been wiped dry on his body. 'You call this dim?'
Fortunately, the technicians arrived just then—two beautiful women. Or rather, they looked beautiful in the dim lighting with heavy makeup. But next to Xia Jie, they paled in comparison.
The technicians set down the footbaths, had them test the water temperature, and began washing their feet and giving them foot massages. Xia Jie was fine with this part.
"Ma'am, please take off your outer robe. We're going to start the essential oil massage."
Yang Hui had already warned her about this, so even though she was nervous, she didn't cry out like before. She glanced over at Yang Hui and saw that his back was turned to her.
So, urged on by the technician's expectant gaze, she mustered her courage and removed her robe.
