Dazhuang wiped his hands and walked over to her head, reaching out to massage her fair forehead for a little while, seemingly to help her relax.
Sitting on the side, I watched them massage and asked, "Beauty, you seem kind of new here. Which department are you from?"
The woman glanced at me, but didn't respond.
"Beauty, what's your name?" Dazhuang asked.
The woman smiled and said with a lazy tone, "Guess."
I laughed awkwardly, and Dazhuang was also taken aback, then he said, "Beauty, you can't be serious. Who could guess your name? Don't be mysterious."
At that, the woman chuckled, "No, I mean, guess what I do for a living."
Dazhuang smiled and slowly moved his hands down, pressing them behind her ears, gently kneading, and said in an indifferent voice, "I guess you are..."
"You must be a model, right? Specifically modeling lingerie for Sister Qin's company, aren't you? Otherwise, how could you have such a great figure?"