The cheese mango drink from the little shop was really good, and Zi Yan couldn’t resist buying another cup to take home.
At this moment, the freshly packed cheese mango quietly landed on the round table inside the Hair Salon, the milky white paper cup catching the light in a rainbow of colors.
“Such beautiful hair.”
Zi Yan was sunk into the massage chair at the salon, while the Hairdresser admired his hair.
This was the third shop on the left side of the fifth floor in Wanda Plaza Mall, a hair salon not very big but quite popular in Haizhou.
Previously, this salon was located in the heart of Haizhou City, boasting a huge independent storefront.
But later, the salon owner ran off with customers’ membership card fees, and the remaining staff decided to relocate to Wanda Plaza.
Although the owner disappeared, the hairdressers remained the same team with excellent skills.
Plus, the new shop promised that the membership cards of old customers were still valid, and they would honor all the remaining haircuts on those cards without fail.
Naturally, this kept the old customers loyal and brought in quite a bit of popularity.
So, for Zi Yan’s beautiful long hair, Wei Lai had naturally invited him to come here for a haircut.
Besides, Wei Lai still had over twenty haircuts left on her membership card here, so she didn’t have to spend extra money.
“Although it feels smooth and soft to the touch… darling, how long has it been since you last took care of your hair?” the Hairdresser asked.
“…”
Zi Yan was silent for a moment before answering, “Two months.”
When Zi Yan followed Wei Lai into the hair salon, the Hairdresser had been idly playing on his phone.
He glanced up and instantly his eyes lit up at the sight of Zi Yan’s snow-white hair flowing down to his waist.
He sprang up from his chair, volunteering eagerly to cut Zi Yan’s hair.
According to Wei Lai, this Hairdresser was one of the few top-skilled stylists in the shop. Usually, making an appointment with him meant a long wait.
The Hairdresser said, “Judging by your hair, you’ve probably done some care at home. But no matter what, doing it yourself always has gaps. If it’s convenient, could you come see me every month for a trim and care?”
Hearing this, Wei Lai immediately promised, “No problem, Zi Yan, I’ll lend you my membership card.”
Zi Yan: “…”
I really don’t want to have anything to do with this guy… Zi Yan silently complained.
He didn’t know how good the Hairdresser’s skills were, but the way he spoke and acted was completely off-putting.
His voice was coquettish, effeminate; his makeup was neither light nor heavy but perfectly applied. After just a few words, Zi Yan felt a shiver run down his spine.
No way, no way— this guy was way too flamboyant for him to handle.
“I’ll go get the face mask; you just relax,” the Hairdresser chuckled lightly.
Then, with his long, slender, pale fingers, he tapped and pressed the armrests of the chair, and the massage chair hummed to life.
It reclined slowly, gradually flattening as multiple massage nodes wrapped around Zi Yan’s body one by one.
Only then did Zi Yan realize he was sitting in no ordinary chair.
Suddenly, his shoulders, neck, back, legs, waist, and even his lower hips were completely covered. The massage nodes circled, twisted, **, and kneaded as if a real person was pressing here and tapping there.
“Wh-what is this?” Zi Yan was startled and tried to get up.
“Relax,” Wei Lai, fully sunk into her own massage chair, said with eyes half-closed, looking thoroughly pleased. “This is a special service at the shop. VIP customers get to enjoy the massage chair, facial cleansing, and skincare before the haircut.”
As she spoke, she waved her black-and-gold membership card.
Zi Yan: “…Massage?”
Isn’t this a bit unprofessional?
“Ouch.”
One massage node pressed a bit harder just below Zi Yan’s lumbar vertebra, near the upper part of his lower hips.
That tingling, numbing sensation instantly traveled up his spine to his cerebral cortex, making him let out a small involuntary sound.
Wei Lai teased, “How’s that? Feeling good~?”
“G-good?” Zi Yan’s voice trembled.
That tingling, numbing feeling wasn’t comfortable at all; it was almost unpleasant.
But… he somehow faintly wanted it to come again?
“Lie back,” the Hairdresser returned with the face mask. “Here, let’s apply this volcanic mud mask— it’s especially good for exfoliating.”
Again with that coquettish tone.
But Zi Yan was too busy enduring the strange sensations coursing through his body to care.
The icy-cool, dark gray volcanic mud was scooped up and rubbed between the Hairdresser’s hands, then gently and evenly spread across Zi Yan’s face.
“Ugh… ah!”
Where exactly was the massage node pressing on his back? Near the heart? No, somewhere around there on either side.
As the node slid vertically along his back, a wave of sour yet numbing sensation overwhelmed Zi Yan’s expression defenses.
Wei Lai joked, “Little Zi Yan, making seductive noises is illegal, you know~.”
Zi Yan blushed, “W-who’s making seductive noises!”
But even Zi Yan himself was embarrassed by the sounds the massage chair had drawn out of him.
He was clearly a boy, yet he made those noises…
What kind of divine device was this massage chair?
His whole body felt completely weak…
“You don’t often use exfoliating products, do you?”
After what felt like ten eternal minutes, the face mask time was up. The Hairdresser brought over a basin of water to rinse Zi Yan’s face.
“This mask peels off into little clumps,” he said.
After his face was thoroughly cleaned, before Zi Yan could say anything, the Hairdresser pulled out a hot egg and rolled it across Zi Yan’s cheeks, kneading and pressing.
“Hey! That’s hot!” Zi Yan cried out.
His cheeks felt a faint burning pain from the hot egg.
The Hairdresser ignored him and kept kneading, “Don’t worry, it won’t burn your skin. Just bear with it a bit—your face will feel great afterward!”
La, ni, ha.
Zi Yan really wanted to throw the egg straight at this effeminate guy’s face.
“Darling, the facial cleanser I used on you earlier is our company’s own product— pure amino acids, so it barely irritates the skin.”
“And that volcanic mud mask exfoliates and tightens pores, plus regular use can whiten your skin. It’s 168 yuan for a big jar that lasts a long time. Want to consider it?”
The kneading and pressing only stopped once the egg cooled down. Zi Yan’s face was flushed, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the egg, the stimulation from the massage chair, or just being annoyed by this Hairdresser.
Finally, the half-hour massage service ended. Zi Yan moved and forced a weak smile, “I just wanted a haircut—”
He, Zheng Ziyan, was sensitive-skinned. It had been a long time since he’d exfoliated, and if he bought that volcanic mud mask home, would he really have to use it forever?
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