Eyelash Rebirth
The moment Li Bing saw the look on Chu Fei's face, she hurried over and tugged at his arm before sidling up to Zhang Lin. "Sis Zhang, what are you getting now?"
"Eyelash Rebirth." Zhang Lin lay back on the bed but kept her eyes open, gazing at Li Bing for a moment. "Don't underestimate your boyfriend, or you'll regret it big time... What's that saying? A mountain isn't lofty if it has no spirit dwelling there."
"You're right, Sis Zhang..." To everyone's surprise, Li Bing nodded vigorously. "I'm just worried about him and wanted to drum up some business, but this place is kinda... Anyway, Sis Zhang, which projects did you book?"
"All of them." Zhang Lin gave her another meaningful glance before closing her eyes.
What? Li Bing froze on the spot. All of them? She quickly counted on her fingers—one hundred thousand? No way. She recalculated, but it really added up to one hundred thousand! How was that even possible?
The so-called Eyelash Rebirth aimed, of course, to make Zhang Lin's eyelashes thick, long, and curled.
Zhang Lin's current lashes weren't short, but they were thin and wispy—practically invisible.
So how to make them thicker and longer?
Simple...
Exhale.
Chu Fei had discovered it already. Every time he devoured something, converting it to energy, a portion always seemed indigestible, lingering somewhere in his body. At first, he hadn't noticed much, but yesterday during Zhang Lin's breast enhancement, he'd started "exhaling" properly for the first time—and at length. That's when he'd naturally uncovered it: what he exhaled came from those residual energies.
These residues split into two types, as far as Chu Fei could sense—one white energy, one black. He had no idea what they were, exactly; they were like two streams of black-and-white gas twisting through his body, wandering freely when idle, never settling in one spot.
Yesterday, filling Zhang Lin's breasts, he'd exhaled the white energy, creating that soft, plush fat. Today, as he worked on her eyelashes, out came the black...
Thin wisps of fine energy coiled from his palm to Zhang Lin's lashes, and they began changing rapidly.
Li Bing watched in shock as Chu Fei finished an eye therapy massage on Zhang Lin. Her eyelashes actually grew thicker and longer right before their eyes—so obviously, since Chu Fei injected energy lash by lash. His fingers moved like a magician's, sweeping slowly, and Zhang Lin's eyelashes sprouted one after another...
"That's incredible!"
Chu Fei wasn't even done, but Li Bing was already gasping in awe. Zhang Lin's heart raced with excitement. She knew Chu Fei could do it, but hearing Li Bing's reaction made her itch to open her eyes and see for herself.
"Shut it!" Chu Fei shot her a glare. "One more word, and you're out!"
"Mmph!" Li Bing clamped her hand over her mouth and shook her head frantically, promising silence.
"All done, Sis Zhang. Take a look..." Chu Fei gently wiped the useless lotions and potions from her face with a hot towel, then held up a small mirror. "Happy with the eyelashes? For more curl, you'll probably need mascara yourself."
"Love it—love it! Wow, they're so thick and long now. Gorgeous lashes!" Zhang Lin blinked rapidly and shot Li Bing a look. See? Now you get it.
"..." Li Bing nodded wildly, hand still over her mouth, staring at Chu Fei in disbelief. Too amazing! No way—she'd make him do hers next!
Next up: the Jade Finger Orchid project.
Truth be told, Zhang Lin's hands were already well-maintained. At any other salon, it'd just be basic care—moisturizing, keeping them soft and supple. But with Chu Fei? Far more than that...
Li Bing watched, eyes widening again, as Zhang Lin's delicate hands grew slimmer and more exquisite under Chu Fei's kneading, the skin tightening into silky smoothness. And it wasn't just her—Zhang Lin kept her eyes open this time, watching in astonishment as her hands transformed in his grasp.
Especially when one hand was done and the other wasn't. Holding them up side by side, she practically wanted to chop off the unfinished one!!
The finger massage wasn't quick—about an hour—but the neck went faster. Zhang Lin didn't spend her days hunched over a computer; her cervical spine was fine. Just a bit of excess flesh on her neck and chin, which vanished after half an hour of Chu Fei's work.
She stood before the mirror, turning this way and that, then spun back with a shy smile. "Fei, you tired? Need a break? I still want that slimming treatment..."