Chapter 451: Taking a Bath (6)
Xia Siyu rarely used a bath towel.
This kind of thing is very common in the north. In a big bathhouse, there is always a master who scrubs. When she was young, she lived abroad. There are only essential oil spas in foreign countries, and it is rare to see a master who takes a bath, and there is no such thing as a bath towel.
Moreover, the material of this thing is very hard, and the artist's skin is delicate. If there is redness and swelling when using this, it will cause unnecessary suspicion and trouble.
But Xia Siyu is about to join the group, and it may not be convenient to take a bath in the group, let alone take a bath. Today, I saw this in Wei Jingjing's pile of daily necessities, so I asked her to help.
Xia Siyu was currently soaking in the round jacuzzi. This bathtub is very large, and the water flow can be changed by pressing the button, which has a massage effect. For comfort, she asked Wei Jingjing to pour her a glass of champagne, sprinkled some dried flowers in the bathtub, and was bubbling at this moment, not to mention how comfortable it was.
Little did they know that the person who came in was not Wei Jingjing at all, but Bo Yan.
Because she had agreed with Bo Yan before, to be a P friend, and she was the one who took the initiative.
She hasn't taken the initiative yet.
She didn't let him know what the "price of taking the initiative" was until the candles, strings and high heels arrived!
Bo Yan didn't come in immediately, but took off his clothes outside first, took a box of small umbrellas, and the bath towels she ordered, and then opened the door and walked into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the fog was steaming, Xia Siyu sat with his back to the door, comfortably picked up the champagne in the ice bucket, poured a glass, and smacked it with his eyes closed. The bathtub inside was being massaged, bubbling out bubbles. It was also because the massage was on and blowing bubbles, so she didn't hear the slight difference between Bo Yan's footsteps and Wei Jingjing's.
And in front of her was the floor-to-ceiling window. The blinds are half covered, showing a blurred night.
She was looking at the beautiful scenery, and Bo Yan was looking at her.
She hasn't put on the shower gel yet, the water in the bathtub is crystal clear, and her figure can be seen at a glance. This view - really beautiful.
Bo Yan walked over gently, took a bath towel, and gently wiped her shoulders and back. His strength was not strong, just the strength of a massage, and he was wearing a bath towel. Xia Siyu couldn't tell whether the hand in the glove was a man's hand or a woman's. She also sat forward a little so he could clean his back. From behind, Bo Yan could see her beautiful ridges and butterfly bones, as well as the roundness of her small side when she turned slightly sideways. Even with gloves on, when she slid across her snow-white back, the delicate and smooth feeling seemed to be transmitted to his fingertips through the gloves.
Breathing, a little short.
After the back was washed, Xia Siyu closed her eyes and still felt quite comfortable. She even smiled: "Quiet, yes, with this method, even if you don't do this job in the future and change careers to become a masseur, you will be fine." There must be a lot of guests nominating you! Please help me squeeze my shoulders. I have been a little bit cold in the past few days, and I always feel uncomfortable in my shoulders. Just the strength just now is fine."
His wife ordered, of course he will carry it out.
Xia Siyu heard the sound of gloves being pulled off again behind her, followed by a soft tearing sound, as if some kind of packing bag was opened. Xia Siyu thought to herself, Wei Jingjing is quite a professional, and knows to bring aromatherapy essential oils to make her pinch more comfortable.
However, when the slender, well-articulated hand climbed onto her back, there was a fundamental difference between a man's hand and a woman's hand, and she immediately noticed it.