In Su Bai's view, getting a massage from girls was always more enjoyable.
Although from a scientific materialist perspective, as long as the technique was right, it really made no difference whether the masseuse was a girl.
Especially for wellness massages, where people specifically requested old traditional Chinese doctors, they instead tended to think female therapists lacked the proper technique.
But Su Bai did not need to worry about that at all. What he valued most was the atmosphere of the experience.
Besides, Zhou Jialu's little hands were soft yet surprisingly strong. As she helped relax his scalp, it felt unbelievably good.
"You need to find the right pressure points, follow the rhythm, and make suitable adjustments... Everyone is only going to be massaging Su Bai, so you just need to get familiar with his head."
Zhou Jialu taught them as she massaged him.
And honestly, while they had clearly prepared something big for Su Bai, they had not been careless with this little activity either.
Zhou Jialu even seemed to enjoy the feeling of teaching others.
Everyone needed something to strive for in life. Eating, drinking, and indulging every day would eventually grow tiresome. To Zhou Jialu, being a housekeeper was her career pursuit. Whenever she helped Su Bai handle some matter in his daily life, she felt deeply accomplished.
Teaching the confidantes how to massage Su Bai was equally fulfilling.
This kind of instruction was simple. After all, they did not need to adapt to different people; they only needed to focus on Su Bai and did not have to serve anyone else.
Next, Zhou Jialu demonstrated several other massage points.
She taught them everything, proper and improper alike.
The girls watched with their hearts pounding.
After all, Su Bai gave feedback while being massaged. It was obvious