Chapter 590: Chapter 589 Awareness (3)
She also trained in boxing. Although women don’t build as solid a physique as men when they box, their muscle lines are beautifully defined, with a waist that’s both slender and firm, devoid of any excess fat.
Skin like hers, he couldn’t bear to touch it at moments, but at times, he felt an urge to bite it hard. Bo Yan’s touches alternated between light and heavy, causing Xia Siyu to have a poor impression of his technique, “Are you trying to swat a mosquito?”
“So should I apply more force?”
Xia Siyu didn’t respond, simply turning her head away again with a huff.
Although Bo Yan had never learned massage, he had studied Sanda as a child, and later trained regularly in fitness under a coach. He knew which muscles needed relief and which acupoints required firm pressure.
He tentatively increased the pressure on Xia Siyu’s shoulders. With his fingers pressing down, Xia Siyu felt so comfortable that she let out a pleasant “Mmm,” even curling her toes.
Initially, Bo Yan was just playing around—pretending to massage but actually touching her. However, seeing Xia Siyu genuinely enjoying it, he seriously started to study how to massage properly.
First, the shoulders, then the arms, fingers, and back to the back; he applied some essential oil and continued his diligent work.
After finishing with the back, he professionally massaged her legs and feet. The legs contain the stomach and liver meridians, while the feet have numerous reflex zones.
While massaging her back, Bo Yan could still control himself. But when he applied essential oil and began kneading her feet, he thought he would be disgusted. Yet, he didn’t feel any aversion at all.
Xia Siyu had taken a bath the night before and even applied body lotion to her feet. As an artist, she paid great attention to her personal grooming, not just her face, but also her body, hands, and feet. In addition to body lotion, she regularly exfoliated, making her feet white and smooth in his palms—like little soup dumplings that seemed ready to eat with just a touch of vinegar.
Her feet were not too large, a standard size thirty-six, with delicate ankles. They had no odor, and due to the body lotion, they naturally emitted a fragrance. Kneading them felt like touching clouds.
Bo Yan never understood why so many people had a “foot fetish,” or the saying that a beauty’s charm can be judged by her feet. Once, when he touched her feet, he felt the impulse to kiss them, but now it was different. He not only wanted to kiss but also to nibble on them, as if even the bones were soft, chewable, and ready to be swallowed.
Fortunately, she was his wife, and he had the privilege to enjoy. He had started with a genuine massage, but as he worked on her feet, it was as though he had received a massage too, feeling a warm flow coursing through his body, eventually converging in his lower abdomen.
His parts involuntarily began to activate.
But no, first, he wasn’t a pervert, he couldn’t truly hold her FOOT and nibble on it, even if he liked it. Second, after serving her for such a long time, she’d better take the initiative later to offset his current efforts!
Struggling to suppress his emotions, Bo Yan bent down again. With difficulty, he finished massaging her feet and moved up from the ankles.
Her legs were thin, long, and straight, thankfully she hadn’t practiced Taekwondo, or she would have developed bulky calf muscles. In her daily life, she didn’t wear high heels either, so her toes and calves were very pretty.
But that wasn’t the point.
Bo Yan applied some essential oil, following the liver meridian up to the upper part of her legs.