The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 452: Chapter 451 Bath Scrubbing (6)
 

Xia Siyu seldom used a bath scrubbing cloth.

This item is quite common in the Northwest, where there is always a scrubbing master in a big public bathhouse. When she was little, she lived abroad, where there are only essential oil spas, with few scrubbing masters to be seen, let alone the scrubbing cloth itself.

Moreover, the material is quite rough, and the skin of entertainers is delicate. Using this could cause redness and swelling, leading to unnecessary suspicion and trouble.

But Xia Siyu was about to join the crew soon, where bathing might be inconvenient, let alone soaking in a tub. Today, when she saw a pile of household items bought by Wei Jingjing, including this cloth, she just asked her to help out.

At that moment, Xia Siyu was soaking in a round massage bathtub. The tub was large, and with the push of a button, it could change the flow of the water for a massaging effect. For comfort, she had Wei Jingjing pour her a glass of champagne and scattered some dry flowers in the bath; it was bubbling away comfortably.

She had no clue that the person coming in was not Wei Jingjing, but—Bo Yan.

Because she had already agreed with Bo Yan that they’d be FWBs, and it was her who had initiated it.

She hadn’t made her move yet.

Wait until the candle’s string, high heels, and everything else had arrived; she would let him know what “the cost of taking the initiative” was!

Bo Yan didn’t come in immediately, but first undressed outside, took a box of Xiaoyu umbrellas, along with the scrubbing cloth she had requested, and then pushed the door to enter the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the steam was rising, and Xia Siyu sat with her back to the door, savoring a glass of champagne from the ice bucket with her eyes closed. The bathtub was massaging her, bubbling with vigour. It was precisely because of the massage bubbling that she didn’t quite catch the difference between Bo Yan’s footsteps and Wei Jingjing’s.

In front of her, she faced a floor-to-ceiling window. The blinds were half-open, half-closed, presenting a hazy night view.

She was admiring the beautiful scenery while Bo Yan was admiring her.

She hadn’t applied any shower gel yet; the water in the tub was clear to the bottom, leaving nothing to the imagination. The scene was—truly beautiful.

Bo Yan walked over quietly, put on the bath cloth, and gently rubbed her shoulders and back. His strength was not too great, just enough for a massage, and because of the bath cloth, Xia Siyu couldn’t tell whether the hands inside the gloves were a man’s or a woman’s. She even moved slightly forward to make it easier for him to clean her back. From behind, Bo Yan could see her beautiful spine and shoulder blades and a glimpse of her shapely side when she slightly turned. Even through the gloves, the smooth sensation as he glided over her fair back seemed to transmit directly to his fingertips.

His breathing became somewhat hurried.

After cleaning her back, Xia Siyu, with eyes still closed, found it quite comfortable and smiled, “Jingjing, that’s quite a skill. Even if you leave this industry, you could become a massage master, and I bet many customers would ask for you by name! Could you work on my shoulders too? I feel like I’ve caught a chill these past few days, and they’ve been uncomfortable. Just use the same pressure as before.”

As the wife commanded, of course he had to comply.

Xia Siyu heard the sound of gloves being pulled off from behind her, followed by a soft tearing, like opening a packaging bag. She thought Wei Jingjing was quite professional, knowing to bring essential oil, which would make the kneading even more comfortable.

However, when those long, articulate hands climbed onto her back, the hands of a man are fundamentally different from those of a woman, and she immediately perceived the difference.