Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

"Oh, that is to be lighter."

He slowed down again. This time, it didn't seem like he was killing a horse, but he was stroking. The breeze came slowly and rippled. He was above, and you could clearly see Xia Siyu's body shivering slightly.

Xia Siyu didn't want to be controlled by him, and turned around quickly: "Stop, you have already pressed it later."

"The back is good, right? In fact, there are a lot of reflex nerves in the front. Of course, you have to do a full set at a time. You lie down and I will help you."

The thin words were serious, and there was no expression on his face that he wanted to take advantage of. But Xia Siyu was deceived by his cold appearance before, so she would not be easily fooled: "No, no more."

"Why, you are scared. Are you afraid that you will come up later and beg me to love you? Or are you afraid that you will be deeply trapped and will be subdued in my palm in the future?"

Bo Yan knows Xia Siyu's cul-de-sac: she is most uninspired!

Sure enough, Xia Siyu immediately opened his eyes and shouted, "Who, who said that! Come on, am I afraid of you?"

She's not even afraid of anything really happening with him, and she's still afraid of him killing chickens? Is this person funny?

After she finished speaking, she really lay down on her face, with an awe-inspiring expression: "Come on!"

That expression didn't look like coming to a horse to kill a chicken, or doing a bad thing, just like being brave.

Bo Yan smiled, turning his head and applying essential oil. He said that if you want a good massage, you have to do it well. In the past, Bo Yan liked to pinch plasticine the most, but this time his technique was obviously not to pinch plasticine. He was really doing massage to help her follow her body.

Bo Yan would definitely not press her nodules bit by bit like a professional masseur. But he does not rub the plasticine at will like a fight at night. His palm is a bit rough because of his Sanda practice in the past. Even if he wipes essential oils, he can't hide the tangled lines on the palm.

But this slightly rough skin touch, coupled with the heat of his palm, and his just right strength, gave her a very strange feeling.

Bo Yan went all the way down the center line without any hint of ambiguousness. The warmth and strength of his palm gave her a warm feeling. During the previous period, thanks to Bo Yan's care, he had him. In the palm of her hand, she sighed as if she had a careful warm water bag.

Bo Yan watched her gradually relax her vigilance, still hovering in her abdomen for a while, and then dived down.

After pressing the back just now, Xia Siyu was actually a little relieved of him. However, compared to the back, there are more acupuncture points on the front, more complex, and more sensitive.

At first, Xia Siyu didn't feel it, but later, as he moved down, even if there was no deliberately provocative action, she began to feel impatient. Just now Bo Yan's palms were warm, and her abdomen was warm. And now, she also felt the heat flow all over her body, and her whole body was warm and light, but there was still a hint of secret that she wanted to talk about.

Especially when it comes to Qugu Point-the most extreme position of the front midline, it is just above the point.

The continuous pressing of thin words made her toes curled up, tangled and comfortable, she didn't even dare to move or speak, for fear that the sound she made would be beyond her control.