The second floor is divided into small compartments.
Tan Wenbin: "Brother, just sit here and wait for your brothers to finish."
Li Zhiyuan sat down on a chair outside.
After whispering in Lin Shuyou's ears, Tan Wenbin each entered a room with the two technicians, who were carrying plastic baskets.
Initially, it was a fairly standard massage, though somewhat perfunctory and sloppy.
As the technicians began to tease towards more sensitive areas, Tan Wenbin somewhat helplessly said:
"Forget it, I'm too tired, not in the mood, let me just pay you and take a nap."
Next door, Lin Shuyou, facing the same situation, shook his head and said:
"I can't."
"I don't believe it."
"I really can't."
"Trust me."
"No, no."
"Give yourself some confidence. Most men your age just have a psychological issue, there's nothing wrong."
"No, really not necessary."
"Don't worry, I'll help you."
"No, I really don't want to."
"Don't be afraid, sis understands you."
"You don't understand."
