Rejecting the Big Shot

Boxi Yunhui proposed this attempt, and it went through repeated considerations.

It must be too late to find a massager tonight, and Yi Zhongshen's arm is in a state of stress at the moment and is not suitable for use.

Even the gentlest massage power may cause damage to the superficial skin.

As for asking other people to help with the massage, Bo Xiyun also thought about waiting for Gu Sheng to come back.

The registration is actually not troublesome, and you can even ask the bodyguard to make an appointment, but Gu Sheng seems to have other things to do.

He mentioned that Aunt Su when he spoke just now, and now he will probably have to talk to Yi Zhongshen's family.

Bo Xiyun had looked at the door several times before, but there was no movement at the door.

He didn't wait for Gu Sheng to come back, but Bo Xiyun saw that the arms of the senior in front of him were tense all the time.

That's why he mentioned it and wanted to try it himself.

After Bo Xiyun finished speaking, the room was silent for a while.

Yi Zhongshen did not answer.

Bo Xiyun waited patiently, not without anxiety.

This proposal was a bit presumptuous, and although the two had contacted before and the other party did not show any rejection, Bo Xiyun was also very clear that the senior usually had some cleanliness.

It is still in a special state, and the other party may dislike being touched even more.

He hesitated for a moment, and said: "If the senior minds, it's better..."

"I don't mind." Yi Zhongshen finally spoke.

I don't know if he was disturbed by the pain, but his tone became lower.

"I'm afraid it will delay your rest."

Bo Xiyun shook her head: "What time is it now, how could there be a delay."

Although he has a regular schedule, he is not a machine and must be turned off when the time comes.

Seeing that Yi Zhongshen finally agreed, Bo Xiyun was ready to fight.

It was his first time doing this kind of thing, and he had no experience, but Bo Xiyun looked at it and said.

"Otherwise, senior, should you change into looser clothes first?"

Yi Zhongshen was still wearing his daytime shirt and outer pants. Although neat, he still looked a bit restrained.

The other party also agreed, and went to the bathroom to change clothes.

Yi Zhongshen got out of the change, rolled up his cuffs again, and leaned on the sofa.

It was only then that Bo Xiyun found out.

This is the first time I see a senior wearing pajamas.

The boy who is always well-dressed and meticulous on weekdays is now wearing casual home clothes, showing his straight and strong shoulder and neck lines.

Bo Xiyun has checked some fitness science before, and some said that the muscles of the shoulder and neck are the most difficult to train. In addition to being difficult to shape, it also depends on each person's own natural bones.

As for Yi Zhongshen's shoulder and neck contours, even if Bo Xiyun didn't exercise, he didn't understand anything.

This is also what he can see at a glance.

Bo Xiyun's belief in exercising was strengthened a little.

Then he stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Yi Zhongshen's naked right arm.

During the morning exercise, Bo Xiyun had seen Yi Zhongshen's muscles before. Although the boy had never worn any tight training clothes that could clearly highlight his lines, his firm and powerful muscle contours were revealed through inadvertent movements. will still show up.

However, although I have seen it many times, when I actually encounter it, I still have a different feeling than I expected.

What's more, this is still a direct contact without barriers.

Yi Zhongshen's skin was bare and tight, showing a little heat.Bo Xiyun's body temperature was on the low side, but at this moment, she could clearly feel the other party's heat, as well as the hidden strength hidden in the muscles under the surface.

Bo Xiyun inevitably felt a little envious.

He has also persisted in his morning exercises for a while, and recently started some anaerobic exercises under Yi Zhongshen's guidance.

But Bo Xiyun's body is still thin and thin, without any muscle.

Return the scale.

Bo Xiyun checked the information privately, and it seems that some people's physique is like this, it is difficult to grow muscles, even if they are really practiced, they will be easily dispelled, and they will return to the original thinness, and there is no way to envy them.

But Yi Zhongshen is different, his figure outline is very obvious.

He is the type who looks thin in clothes, his muscles are not exaggerated at all, but they are very strong.

In the gym for morning exercise, there are many posters of shirtless men, big muscles are smooth and smooth, with distinct grooves.However, Bo Xiyun felt that the senior's lines were much prettier than those.

But the envy was only for a moment, and then Bo Xiyun calmed down and began to massage carefully.

He could clearly feel the high heat and tension under his fingertips, even if there was no pain, this kind of heat would probably make people very uncomfortable.

Bo Xiyun moved a little more lightly, caressing the opponent's arm with soft and cool fingertips.

There were no obvious wounds or red marks on Yi Zhongshen's arm, but this also meant that his stress might be that his entire skin was uncomfortable.

So Bo Xiyun's rubbing movements slowly touched the opponent's entire forearm, not even missing the inner part of the arm.

Ordinary people's lower arms are generally soft. Bo Xiyun's own lower arm has a thin layer of soft flesh. He squeezed it several times during the morning exercise, but he didn't notice any tendency to tighten it.

Still soft.

But Yi Zhongshen's lower arm muscles are very tight, and it feels very flexible when touched.Bo Xiyun rubbed it here, and couldn't help but sigh a little at the result of his training that was far away.

He was distracted for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the body temperature under his palm didn't seem to drop with the relaxation of the massage.

On the contrary, the room temperature around him seemed to have been heated up as well.

Bo Xiyun paused for a moment, only to belatedly realize that the indoor air conditioner hadn't heated up.

The two are so close.

It was Yi Zhongshen's breath that made him feel the heat.

Bo Xiyun looked up, and saw Yi Zhongshen looking down at him, with no emotion in his dark eyes.

At such a close distance, the thin fragrance on the boy's body became more and more clear, cold and bitter, giving people the illusion that ice cubes were burning.

Bo Xiyun maintained a gentle force, and asked softly, "Will this be uncomfortable?"

Yi Zhong paused for a second, his chest rose and fell slowly, before he spoke.

"will not."

His voice was still a little harsh.

"Thank you."

"Is senior thirsty?"

Bo Xiyun noticed it immediately, stood up and said.

"I'll go get a glass of water."

He came back with a glass of warm water, sat down again, and waited for Yi Zhongshen to drink the water and put the water glass aside before Bo Xiyun continued to massage and made up what he had just said.

"Senior, you don't have to be so polite with me. If you want to say thank you to me, then I still owe you 99 thank you."

These days, Yi Zhongshen's care for him can no longer be counted in thanks.

Bo Xiyun thought to himself.

So much so that Miss Xu had that kind of misunderstanding.

He continued to pinch Yi Zhongshen's arm, thinking about how to divert the senior's attention from the pain, and said something casually as if joking.

"Wait until I mention the senior massage 99 times, pay it off slowly."

Bo Xiyun didn't know what he was saying now. To another person, it wasn't relaxation at all.

But another meaning of torture.

Cook over low heat.

Yi Zhong was silent, he didn't, or he couldn't answer.The room was quiet for a while, and gradually, the movements of the fingers kneading the forearms changed slightly.

It seems to have used some tricks.

Yi Zhong said in a low voice: "Have you practiced before?"

His voice was still thin and cold, but there was a little imperceptible meaning in his tone.

From Yi Zhongshen's perspective, he could see the focused look of the young man in front of him and his long curled eyelashes as soon as he lowered his eyes.

The child was too thin, and his lower jaw was pointed. There was only a little soft flesh on the side of the cheek, showing a slight soft curvature.

In order to relax, Yi Zhongshen was persuaded by the child to half lie on the sofa. He knew that if he sat up a little higher, he could directly see the slender back of the boy's neck when he lowered his head. It was smooth and long, and it was as white as warm. Jade.

It's too close for a massage.

Has anyone else seen it?

Yi Zhongshen's thoughts didn't seem to be noticed by the other party, so Bo Xiyun smiled and asked.

"Is my technique so good?"

"I haven't practiced it before," he said. "This is what you taught me during your morning exercises, and you can relax yourself after stretching."

Yi Zhong was stunned for a moment.

Bo Xiyun didn't look up, so he didn't see it either, he just smiled.

"My skills are all taught by Teacher Yi."

Yi Zhongshen: "..."

Bo Xiyun let out a "huh", he managed to massage his slightly relaxed arm, and it seemed to be tense again.

"Does it hurt again?"

Yi Zhongshen's voice was a bit harsh.

"It doesn't hurt."

Bo Xiyun pressed for a long time before letting the arm muscles relax a bit.

With the relaxation of his arms, the body temperature of Yi Zhongshen's superficial skin no longer returned to the previous high fever, and it seemed to have improved a little.

But even so, his bare skin was still warm.

However, Bo Xiyun's body temperature was usually low, and his fingertips were also a little cool. He was used to it, and he didn't feel anything at ordinary times. Only this time did he really realize the difference in body temperature between himself and his senior.

After pressing and rubbing for a while, Bo Xiyun's fingertips were already warmed by the other party.

The boy continued to press, and not long after, his palm was also quietly attached to it.

The child's palm feels a little softer.

Yi Zhongshen didn't speak, and looked down at him.

Bo Xiyun explained in a low voice.

"I'm not trying to warm my hands."

His ears were slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed, afraid that the other party would misunderstand.

"I was thinking, if you press it with your palm, will you be more comfortable."

Pressing with the palm, compared with slender fingers, the force will be more evenly distributed, and it is not painful to touch.

Yi Zhongshen gave a low reply from his nasal cavity.

"Ah."

Only then did Bo Xiyun relax a little, and continued to give massages seriously.

He could feel that the opponent's muscles were obviously less tense than before when they were in pain.

Bo Xiyun pressed her palm lightly for a while, then asked in a low voice.

"Will it still itch?"

Yi Zhong looked at him deeply for a few seconds before saying.

"will not."

The bitter itching on the flesh has long since faded away.

It was quietly swallowed and replaced by other indescribable things.

The young man sat very close to him, besides the touch of his body temperature, Yi Zhongshen was also healed by the light and cool breath.

The itching pain that was clamoring and tearing the flesh all the time was soothed so easily.

But being touched by that light careless touch, it lured out even more greedy desires.

Boundless and bottomless, the abyss is endless.

Yi Zhong breathed deeply in silence, and could clearly hear the sound of surging blood from his ears.

Until that soft, joyful voice sounded.

"That's good."

The boy in front of him smiled, his beautiful eyebrows slightly curved.

His happiness can be seen at a glance.

Those unsatisfactory thirsts that pierced through the flesh and rooted in the blood and bones were dispelled in an instant, all the pain.

Only the warmth that revives the severe cold remains.

Bo Xiyun said something again, but this time Yi Zhongshen didn't hear clearly.

He lowered his eyes and watched intently, the two sat so close, and the boy leaned forward because of the question, almost pressing into his chest.

This distance is so close that you can pull someone into your arms just by raising your hand.

Circle for all.