Bo Yan acts like an emotionless scrubbing master, his eyes clear, treating her like a utility pole on the roadside, at most a softer pole wrapped in fur. Xia Siyu is still lying with her back toward him at this moment. His technique is still rough, brushing from head to toe, the a-side is done, now it's time to brush the b-side.
In the past, when Xia Siyu teased him with a massage, it was the same. The back side could be worked on honestly, but turning to the front was too overwhelming a scene for him to keep calm.
It's the same this time, as Xia Siyu obediently turns over. Even though Bo Yan still has a bitter and deep-seated expression on his face, his breathing seems to unconsciously halt. She's quite pleased, gently saying, "Time for the front."
She also understands the allure of "half hidden", not confronting him openly. Instead, during the turn, she intentionally pulled a small section of thin blanket, also using some loose hair to slightly cover parts.
