Chapter 592: Chapter 591 Awareness (5)
“Oh, that needs to be gentler.”
He slowed down his strength again; this time, it didn’t feel like a massage but more like a caress. A gentle breeze wafted through, stirring ripples. From above, he could clearly see Xia Siyu’s body slightly shudder.
Xia Siyu did not want to continue being dominated by him, so she quickly turned over, “Stop, the back has been massaged enough.”
“The back is done, huh? Actually, the front side also has many reflex nerves, especially the chest and abdomen. A full-service treatment is essential, of course. Lie down, I’ll help you.”
Bo Yan was dead serious, his face showing not even a hint of wanting to take advantage. But Xia Siyu had been deceived by his previously aloof appearance—she wasn’t going to fall for it easily, “No, that won’t be necessary.”
“What’s the matter, are you scared? Afraid that you’ll throw yourself at me, begging for my love? Or maybe, you’re scared you’ll fall deeply for me and end up at my mercy in the future?”
Bo Yan knew Xia Siyu’s weak spot well—she couldn’t stand being provoked!
Sure enough, Xia Siyu immediately glared, “Who says? Bring it on. Do you think I’m afraid of you?”
She wasn’t even afraid of having something real happen with him, why would she fear his spa treatment? Was this guy joking?
After speaking, she really did lie down face-up, with a righteous and indignant look, “Come on, then!”
Her expression wasn’t like someone about to receive a simple massage, nor like someone about to do something naughty—it was akin to facing her execution with bravery.
Bo Yan smiled, turned his head, and applied more essential oil. He had said he would give a proper massage, and he intended to follow through. In the past, Bo Yan loved to knead clay, but this time, his technique was clearly not about kneading clay—it really seemed as though he was performing acupressure, aligning her body.
Bo Yan certainly wasn’t going to work out her knots like a professional masseuse, but he wasn’t handling her carelessly as if she were clay either. His hands, slightly rough from practicing Sanda in the past, still betrayed the entwined lines in his palm despite the essential oil applied.
Yet, this slightly rough texture, combined with the heat from his palms and his just-right force, gave her a strange sensation.
Bo Yan followed the midline downwards, the lower abdomen receiving the same treatment. Without any overtly sexual implications, the warmth and pressure of his palm instead gave her a cozy feeling—recalling her menstruation times, when Bo Yan had taken care of her. His palm was like a small, attentive heating pad, bringing her so much comfort that she sighed.
Seeing her relax her guard slowly, Bo Yan continued to circle her abdomen for a while before exploring further down.
Having pressed on the Huiyin Point earlier, Xia Siyu was a bit reassured with him. Yet, compared to her back, the acupoints on the front were more numerous, more complex, and more—sensitive.
At first, Xia Siyu didn’t feel much, but later, as his movements travelled downwards, even without any deliberate teasing, she started to become restless. Initially, it was Bo Yan’s palm warmth that made her abdomen warm. Now, she felt the heat from her entire body converging towards her abdomen, leaving her whole being warm yet light, tinged with an indescribable sense of hidden longing.
Especially when he reached the Pubic Bone Point—the very end of the midline in the front, just above the vital area.
The continuous stimulation from Bo Yan caused her toes to curl up; she didn’t even dare to move or speak, fearing that any sound she might make would be beyond her control.