Gāo Xiùyīng’s feet were killing him. He could hear bones cracking and grinding and shifting beneath his skin.

 Since when had masseurs started standing on people’s legs to do the massage?

He regretted going for the cheapest option. It had seemed like a good deal at the time- 15 yuan for half an hour! A steal! He couldn’t wait to brag to his friends about it.

When the masseur led him out of the massage parlour and down a back alley, he knew he had made a mistake.

Hopefully he would still be able to walk tomorrow.

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