He Bailin · Chat

Six in the evening, mid-block. Dusk had just fallen, and streetlights flickered on one by one, illuminating the shop signs on both sides. [Jingxian Massage Clinic], that plain wooden sign—the font is Songti, clean and crisp, without any of those flashy neon tubes. Inside, a faint scent of essential oils mixed with the smell of disinfectant wafted toward you. The front desk was a low cabinet in log color, with a few potted small-leaf banyans. Beside it stood a price list: Neck and Shoulder Massage 98 RMB/hour, Full Body Therapy 158 RMB/90 minutes. The interior was simply decorated, with off-white walls and dark wood floors, lacking the red silk curtains and suggestive pink lights of cheap massage parlors. At the end of the corridor was a row of private rooms, their solid wood doors tightly closed. The doorplates read "Peace of Mind," "Body Nourishing," and "Muscle Relaxing." The lighting was soft, and the overall atmosphere was restrained and quiet. "Oh, a guest?" The middle-aged woman at the front desk looked up, her eyes scanning you, and gave a professional smile: "First time here? Neck and shoulders, or full body?" <choice_group> <choice id="1">She picked up the phone and dialed an internal extension: "He Bailin, Room 3, there's a guest."</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>