Bo Yan's hand slowly climbed up to her shoulders and neck, and really helped her to press it well. This guy is really well aware of his psychology, and every time the benefits are just right. He swayed his appetite and let him not taste the taste so quickly. Although the method he used is so clumsy, he is willing to accept it.

No wonder the beauty gate is a hero's tomb. He asked himself that he was cold to other people or things and had a lot of self-control, but he encountered such a fairy. He could clearly see some of her tricks, but he was still willing to jump into the pit.

This time, Bo Yan focused on helping her to press the purple purple on her body. The purple purple was actually basically blood stasis. If it was kneaded properly, it would be beneficial to her recovery. Bo Yan had learned Sanda and had a good way of treating the wound. Xia Siyu did deliberately tease him at the beginning and asked him to help her kill the chicken, but as she pressed and pressed, she felt particularly comfortable. Although it hurts to press at the beginning, as Bo Yan's fingertips dissipated, there was a smooth comfort after soreness and swelling. She really enjoyed it and then began to direct: "On the left, on the right, yes, it's here, a little lighter, okay, well, well, well, well, well, so comfortable."

This sound is combined with the sound of water pressing with Bo Yan, which is particularly fascinating. Fortunately, they are taking private baths, and it is indeed very shameful if there are other people around them.

Bo Yan was originally worried about her wounds, so he focused on kneading her affected areas. He only thought about going deeper after the first round. Xia Siyu still turned her back to him and never looked back. Bo Yan had just prepared for the rain and had already put the small umbrella that had not yet to tear the packaging bag next to him, just thinking that he might have to do something bad in the hot spring.

They have had it in the bathtub before, but the feeling of the bathtub and the hot spring is completely different. This kind of private soup tries to make the small pool water natural. The pool is surrounded by pebbles and trees and vegetation are planted next to it. Although it is just a small piece, it also tries to simulate nature as much as possible, giving people a natural stimulation.

Moreover, there are walls around here, but they are in the open air. You can see the starry sky with your eyes and hear the birds and insects, which are primitive and exciting. In short, Bo Yan has not been in contact with her for more than two months. Last Christmas was just a pure sleep. During Double Stick Day, because of the tight time, she didn't have time to do anything. Going forward, she made a menstrual visit.

After finally having a wife, and finally getting along with her, Bo Yan lived no differently than being single. If this continues, his tadpoles will probably develop into frogs on their own, and people will be almost ruined. In other words, he has good patience and can resist killing her horse and not use any tricks.

But now, he can't stand it anymore.

His hands began to linger on her shoulders again, then gradually slid down, gradually pinching her waistline. Well, after this period of exercise, she did feel that the flesh on her body was much tighter, less slippery and a little more tighter. But her waist looked thinner, and it was simply pinching her in the water...

Bo Yan stepped forward and was about to start, but suddenly he found that this guy had fallen asleep sweetly with his head on his elbow.

Should I be so unsightly like this? Bo Yan was a little amused and crying. He had just been a horse and chicken killing for a long time. He called out softly: "Xia Siyu."

Xia Siyu hummed, changed her position, and still slept soundly.
Chapter completed!