The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 594 - 591 Awareness (5)
Chapter 594: Chapter 591 Awareness (5)
“Oh, then you should be gentler.”
He slowed his strength, and this time, it was less like an amateur massage, more like a caressing touch. A gentle breeze blew, causing ripples to dance across the surface of the water. From above, he could clearly see that Xia Siyu’s body shivered slightly.
Xia Siyu didn’t want him to continue in control, so she quickly turned around, “Stop, the back is already done.”
“The back is done, is it? Actually, the front also has many reflex nerves, of course, we should do a full set. Lie down, and I’ll help you.”
Bo Yan looked utterly serious, with not a single expression on his face that screamed taking advantage. But Xia Siyu had been deceived by his cold exterior before; she wouldn’t be fooled so easily, “No, that’s okay, no need.”
“What’s the matter, are you scared? Are you afraid that you’ll pounce on me later, begging me to love you? Or are you afraid that you’ll fall deeply and end up submissive in the palm of my hand?”
Bo Yan knew Xia Siyu’s Achilles’ heel: she couldn’t stand being provoked!
As expected, Xia Siyu immediately glared, her competitive nature flaring up as she retorted, “Who says? Bring it on, am I scared of you?”
She wasn’t afraid of anything real happening between them, so why would she fear his amateurish massage? Was he joking?
After saying that, she actually lay down properly, her face wearing the expression of a martyr, “Come on!”
That expression, it didn’t resemble someone coming for an amateur massage, nor did it look like she was about to do something naughty; rather, she looked as if she was nobly sacrificing herself.
Bo Yan laughed, turning his head and applying more essential oil. He had said he would give a proper massage, and he intended to fulfill that promise. Usually, Bo Yan loved to knead play-doh, but this time, his technique was clearly not about kneading play-doh; he was truly giving a massage, aligning with her physique.
Bo Yan definitely wouldn’t work out her knots point by point like a professional masseur. But indeed, he wasn’t any rougher than he was in a scuffle late at night. His palms, a bit coarse from past Sanda training, even with essential oil applied, couldn’t hide the tangled lines in his palms.
Yet this slightly rough touch, combined with the warmth of his palms and the aptly applied pressure, gave her a strange sensation.
Bo Yan followed the midline downwards, without any suggestive intentions. The warm heat and pressure from his palms gave her a cozy feeling, reminiscent of the time during her period when she was under Bo Yan’s care; his palms were like a careful hot water bottle, so comfortable that she sighed with relief.
Seeing her gradually relax her guard, Bo Yan still circled around her abdomen for a while before exploring further down.
Following the back massage, Xia Siyu actually felt somewhat at ease with him. However, compared to the back, the front had more, complex, and more—sensitive—points.
At first, Xia Siyu didn’t feel much, but as his movements progressed downward, even without any deliberate teasing, she began to feel restless. Initially, it was Bo Yan’s warm hands that made her abdomen warm; now, she felt a warming sensation throughout her body, as if suspended in warmth with a secretive yearning left unspoken.
Especially when it came to the Curve Bone point—the most terminal position on the front middle line, just above a very delicate area.
Bo Yan’s consistent pressure made her toes curl up; she felt both entangled and comfortable. She didn’t dare to move or speak, fearing that if she uttered a sound, it would not be within her control.
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