The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 596: Chapter 593: In the Name of Husband and Wife (1)
 

Xia Siyu first imitated Bo Yan’s manner, kneading his shoulders. Shoulders were easy; a little fist pounding on your shoulder socket was all it took. Of course, when Xia Siyu’s little fists pounded, they truly did so with force—after all, she had trained in boxing.

But as for the massage, it’s supposed to have some strength to it. As long as she wasn’t really smashing with all her might, he let her be. A bit more force was actually better for the effects.

After executing a set of “Return My Pretty Punches,” Bo Yan remained unflustered, while Xia Siyu was the one who got a bit tired. She didn’t rest, immediately switching to his arms and palms. She knew nothing of meridians, pressing down hard without hesitation. But he had a good amount of muscle, and usually didn’t feel pain from her hits, so when she pressed hard, his expression didn’t change, but it made her quite tired.@@novelbin@@

Next were his legs. Xia Siyu selectively ignored Bo Yan’s feet and began to knead his legs without any method. She knew nothing of stomach or liver meridians, only that her fists should keep pounding all the way up. When she finished, Bo Yan even asked, “Why aren’t you hitting here?”

He pointed at himself.

Xia Siyu wasn’t foolish; she stared for a moment and then looked up with a serious face, “Are you sure?”

“Let’s forget it,” Bo Yan quickly interjected, circling around her. “Thanks for the hard work, wife. Since the tip has been paid, I naturally have to show my ultimate skills and let my wife fully experience the charm of a massage.”

This time, he wasn’t being reserved. He turned his head to apply the essential oil to himself and got right to her. He stroked, rubbed, lifted and picked not as seriously as the last time, but neither as casually as one might knead putty. Instead, it was with a bit of strength and a bit of skill, instantly making her whole body stiffen.

Then, it was the abdominal acupoints, followed by the sides of the waist, then the legs again. Each area he pressed was one of her sensitive spots. The varying pressure—sometimes light, sometimes heavy—repeatedly stimulated her delicate nerves.

Once everything was in place, Bo Yan moved towards her again. This time, unlike the previous two, there was not just pressing; there was an obvious bit of teasing involved.

The strength wasn’t as great as before, but the effect was unparalleled. Xia Siyu’s body curved like a shrimp, constantly writhing and curling up. She no longer needed to endure, but she didn’t immediately cry out either; she swayed on her own.

It was only at this moment that she realized that, putting everything else aside, she was truly in sync with Bo Yan physically. His handsomeness, his great physique, and his skills were just objective factors. Subjectively, she was increasingly accepting him, influenced by him at work, and becoming more dependent on him in life. She cooperated with his techniques, even wanting to join him in playfulness.

Maybe this wasn’t love, after all, it was nothing like the love at first sight she had for Bo Yan in the past, an obsession she couldn’t forget. However, if things continued like this, she might accept Bo Yan’s proposal to become his wife. Of course, there would be no love, but apart from that, in every other aspect, they were a perfect match.

Since the marriage certificate had already been obtained, she wouldn’t choose to divorce for the time being. Except for having children, she wouldn’t compromise. She was determined to have a child out of love with the man she loved, and wouldn’t let a child be born into a family without love.

But excluding the matter of having children, she was willing to live with Bo Yan, as husband and wife.