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"Oh, it should be lighter."
He slowed down his strength again. This time, it didn't feel like he was killing a chicken, but like he was caressing. The breeze came slowly, causing ripples. From above, he could clearly see Xia Siyu's body trembling slightly.
Xia Siyu didn't want to be controlled by him anymore, so she turned around quickly: "Stop, the back has been pressed."
"The back is fine, right? In fact, there are a lot of reflex nerves in the front, so of course it needs to be done all at once. You lie down and I will help you."
Bo Yan was serious, and there was no expression on his face that he wanted to take advantage. But Xia Siyu was deceived by his cold appearance before, so she would not be easily fooled: "No, no need."
"Why, are you afraid? Are you afraid that you will pounce on me later and actively ask me to love you? Or are you afraid that you will be trapped enough and will succumb to my palm in the future?"
Bo Yan knows Xia Siyu¡¯s Achilles¡¯ heel: she is the most unpopular!
Sure enough, Xia Siyu immediately opened her eyes and shouted unyieldingly: "Who, who said that! Just come, am I afraid of you?"
She is not even afraid of what will happen to him, so she is afraid that he will kill the chicken? Is this person funny?
After she finished speaking, she actually lay down on her front, with a righteous look on her face: "Come on!"
That expression didn¡¯t look like he was just trying to kill a chicken, nor did he look like he had done something bad, it just looked like he had died heroically.
Bo Yan smiled, turned around and applied essential oil again. He said he wanted a good massage and he had to fulfill it. In the past, Bo Yan liked to knead the plasticine the most, but this time his method was obviously not kneading the plasticine, but actually massaging her body.
Bo Yan would definitely not massage her nodules bit by bit like a professional masseur. But it¡¯s true that he didn¡¯t just randomly knead the plasticine like he did during the fight at night. His palms were a little rough because he had practiced Sanda in the past. Even if he applied essential oil, he could not hide the tangled lines on his palms.
But this slightly rough skin contact, coupled with the heat in his palm, and his just-right strength, gave her a very strange feeling.
Bo Yan followed the midline all the way down, without any hint of ambiguity. The warmth and strength of his palm gave her a warm feeling. When she had her period before, it was thanks to Bo Yan's care that she had him. The palm of her hand felt like a small hot water bottle, and she sighed so comfortably.
Boyan watched her gradually relax her vigilance, and her belly hovered for a while, and then she went down again.
After the pressure on his back just now, Xia Siyu actually felt a little relieved about him. However, compared to the back, the front has more acupuncture points, is more complex, and is more sensitive.
Xia Siyu didn't feel it at first, but later, as his movements continued, even though there were no deliberately provocative movements, she began to feel unbearable. It was Bo Yan's palms that warmed her belly just now. And now, she also felt the heat flowing from her whole body. Her whole body was warm and light, but there was still a secret that she wanted to talk about.
Especially when it comes to Qugu point - the end of the midline of the front, just above the key point.
Bo Yan¡¯s continuous pressure made her toes curl up, making her feel tangled and comfortable. She didn¡¯t even dare to move or speak, for fear that if she spoke, the sound would be beyond her control. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com