Refuse to Confess (17)

Bo Xi Yun proposed this attempt and went through repeated consideration.

It's possible that the massage device will arrive tonight, and Yi Zhong Shen's arm is currently in a stressed state, making it suitable for use.

Even if the massage is done with the gentlest power, it may still cause damage to the superficial skin.

As for getting someone else to help with the massage, Bo Xi Yun also thought about waiting for Gu Sheng to come back.

Registering an appointment is actually troublesome, and it might be easier to directly ask the bodyguard to arrange it, but it seems that Gu Sheng is busy with something else.

He mentioned Aunt Su when he was speaking just now, and now he might have to inform Yi Zhong Shen's family as well.

Bo Xi Yun has looked towards the door several times, but there has been no movement outside.

Hee didn't wait for Gu Sheng to come back, but Bo Xi Yun saw that Yi Zhong Shen's arm was constantly tense.

So he brought up the idea of trying it himself.

After Bo Xi Yun finished speaking, there was silence in the room for a while.

Yi Zhong Shen didn't answer.

Bo Xi Yun patiently waited, and he wasn't anxious either.

This suggestion was somewhat audacious to begin with, and although they had some contact before, the other party didn't show any rejection. However, Bo Xi Yun also knew that the senior had a bit of a cleanliness obsession.

At present, due to the special circumstances, the other person might not prefer being touched.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "If you mind, then forget about it—"

"I mind," Yi Zhong Shen finally spoke up.

His voice was lower, likely disturbed by the pain.

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

Bo Xi Yun shook his head. "It's still early, how could it disrupt my rest?"

Although he had a regular schedule, he was not a machine that had to shut down at a certain time.

Seeing that Yi Zhong Shen finally agreed, Bo Xi Yun prepared to start.

It was his first time doing something like this, and he had no experience, but he still said, looking at Yi Zhong Shen, "Um, senior, why don't you change into something looser first?" ( Is it even a word????)

Yi Zhong Shen was still wearing his formal shirt and trousers from the day, though immaculate, they were still somewhat restrictive.

The other person agreed and went to the bathroom to change clothes.

Yi Zhong Shen came out after changing, rolling up his sleeves and leaning against the sofa.

It was only at this moment that Bo Xi Yun noticed.

It was the first time he had seen the senior wearing casual clothes.

Yi Zhong Shen, who always appeared neat and orderly on regular days, now wore casual home clothes, revealing the strong and defined lines of his shoulders and neck.

Bo Xi Yun had looked up some fitness knowledge and learned that the muscles in the shoulder and neck area were the most difficult to train. Apart from the difficulty in shaping them, it also depended on the natural bone structure of each person.

And the shoulder and neck contours of Yi Zhong Shen, even without Bo Xi Yun's fitness knowledge, were something he could appreciate at a glance.

It further reinforced Bo Xi Yun's belief in the importance of exercise.

Then, he reached out and gently covered Yi Zhong Shen's bare right arm.

During their morning exercises, Bo Xi Yun had seen Yi Zhong Shen's muscles. Although he had never worn any tight training clothes that accentuated the lines, his firm and powerful muscle contours would still unintentionally reveal themselves through his precise movements.

Even though Bo Xi Yun had seen it many times before, when actually coming into direct contact, it still felt amazing.

Moreover, this was an unobstructed and direct touch.

Yi Zhong Shen's skin was smooth and firm, radiating a slight warmth. Bo Xi Yun already had a slightly lower body temperature, so he could clearly feel the heat from the other person, as well as the hidden strength beneath the surface muscles.

Bo Xi Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of envy.

He had been persistently exercising for some time now, and recently started incorporating some anaerobic exercises under Yi Zhong Shen's guidance.

But Bo Xi Yun's body remained slender, without any muscle growth.

Still, he lost weight.

Bo Xi Yun privately searched for information and found that some people had such a body constitution that made it difficult for them to gain muscle. Even if they managed to build some, it was easily lost, and they would return to their original thinness. No matter how much they envied others, there was nothing they could do about it.

But it was different with Yi Zhong Shen. His physique was visibly defined.

He belonged to the type that looked slim when dressed, but his muscles appeared exaggerated yet powerful.

The fitness gym for their morning exercises was adorned with posters of shirtless muscular men, their muscles glistening and well-defined. Yet, Bo Xi Yun felt that the lines of Yi Zhong Shen were far more attractive than those individuals.

The envy only lasted for a moment, and Bo Xi Yun quickly focused his attention and began gently kneading and pressing with caution.

He could clearly feel the warmth and tension beneath his fingertips. Even without any pain, this warmth was enough to make one feel comfortable.

Bo Xi Yun adjusted his movements to be even gentler, carefully stroking and pressing the cool and soft pads of his fingertips over Yi Zhong Shen's arm.

There were no visible wounds or red marks on Yi Zhong Shen's arm, which meant that his stress might be spread throughout the entire skin.

So, as Bo Xi Yun continued the massage, he gradually covered the entire forearm, not missing even the inner part of the arm.

Typically, the lower forearm of an ordinary person is relatively soft. Bo Xi Yun had a thin layer of soft flesh on the inner part of his lower forearm, and despite pinching it several times during their morning exercises, he hadn't noticed any tightening in that area.

It remained soft and pliable.

But Yi Zhong Shen's lower forearm muscles were firm, and the sensation when touching them was resilient. As Bo Xi Yun massaged this area, a hint of sigh escaped him as he couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the exercise results he had yet to achieve.

As he momentarily lost focus, he snapped back to attention and realized that the temperature beneath his palm hadn't decreased with his massage. Instead, the ambient temperature seemed to have risen as well.

Bo Xi Yun hesitated, only to realize that the air conditioning in the room hadn't been turned up.

The two of them were in close proximity.

What he felt as warmth was Yi Zhong Shen's breath.

Bo Xi Yun lifted his head and saw Yi Zhong Shen gazing down at him with dark eyes that revealed his emotions.

In such close proximity, the faint scent emanating from the young man became even clearer—cool, icy, and yet giving the illusion of burning ice.

Maintaining a gentle pressure, Bo Xi Yun softly asked, "Does this feel comfortable?"

Yi Zhong Shen paused for a second, his chest rising and falling slowly, before answering, "Yes."

His voice still had a hint of hoarseness.

"Thank you."

"Are you thirsty, senior?"

Bo Xi Yun immediately noticed and stood up.

"I'll pour you a glass of water."

He returned with a cup of warm water, sat back down, and waited for Yi Zhong Shen to finish drinking before placing the glass aside. Only then did Bo Xi Yun continue the massage, filling in the words he didn't have a chance to say earlier.

"Senior, you're being too polite to me. If you want to say thank you to me, then I owe you ninety-nine thank-yous."

In these past few days, Yi Zhong Shen's care for him couldn't even be counted with a simple thank you.

That's what Bo Xi Yun thought.

To the point where it even led Xu Xinyi to misunderstand.

He continued to knead and press Yi Zhong Shen's arm, pondering how to shift the senior's focus away from the pain. He jokingly said, "Let me give you ninety-nine massages, and we'll slowly settle the debt."

Bo Xi Yun was well aware that the words he was saying now would only cause tension for the other person. It was a different kind of torment.

Slowly simmering over low heat.

Yi Zhong Shen remained silent, either unable or unwilling to respond. There was a moment of quietness in the room, and gradually, the movements of the fingers kneading and pressing on the forearm changed slightly.

It seemed like some techniques were being employed.

Yi Zhong Shen spoke in a low voice, "Have you practiced before?"

His voice was still cold, but there was a hint of imperceptible meaning in his tone.

From Yi Zhong Shen's perspective, just by lowering his gaze, he could see the young man's focused expression and the curled long eyelashes.

The child was too thin, with a pointed chin. Only the sides of the cheeks had a bit of soft flesh, gently revealing a touch of delicate curvature.

To relax, Yi Zhong Shen was half-lying on the sofa, persuaded by the child. He knew that if he sat a bit higher, he would be able to directly see the slender neck that was revealed when the young man lowered their head, smooth and long, glistening like warm white jade.

This kind of massage was too close.

Had anyone else seen it?

It seemed that Yi Zhong Shen's emotions had not been perceived by the other person. Bo Xi Yun chuckled and asked, "Are my techniques that good?"

"I haven't practiced before," he said, "this is the technique you taught me during our morning exercises, stretching and relaxing the hands."

Yi Zhong Shen froze for a moment.

Bo Xi Yun didn't look up, so he didn't see it. He simply smiled and said, "All my skills were taught by Teacher Yi."

Yi Zhong Shen: "..."

Bo Xi Yun let out a surprised sound. It was quite difficult for him to massage the slightly relaxed arm, as if it had tensed up again.

"Does it hurt again?" he asked.

Yi Zhong Shen's voice was somewhat stiff.

"It hurts."

Bo Xi Yun continued to massage for a while longer before allowing the muscles in the arm to relax a bit more.

As the arm relaxed, the surface temperature of Yi Zhong Shen's skin seemed to improve, becoming slightly less hot.

But even so, his bare skin still emanated warmth.

Meanwhile, Bo Xi Yun's body temperature was naturally lower, and his fingertips carried a slight chill. He had gotten used to it himself and never thought much of it before, but now he truly felt the temperature difference between himself and the senior.

After massaging for a while, Bo Xi Yun's fingertips had become warmed by the other person's skin.

Bo Xi Yun continued to press, and before long, his palm quietly came into contact as well.

The sensation of the child's palm was softer.

Yi Zhong Shen didn't say anything but glanced down at him.

Bo Xi Yun explained in a soft voice, "I just wanted to warm up my hands."

His earlobes turned slightly red, expressing goodwill and fearing that the other person might misunderstand.

"I thought that using my palm to press would make you more comfortable."

Using the palm to apply pressure would distribute the force more evenly compared to slender fingers, reducing the risk of causing discomfort.

Yi Zhong Shen made a low sound from his nostrils.

"Mm."

With that affirmation, Bo Xi Yun relaxed a bit and continued to massage attentively.

He could sense that the other person's muscles were noticeably easing compared to their tense state during the pain.

Bo Xi Yun gently pressed with his palm for a while and asked in a low voice, "Does it still feel itchy?"

Yi Zhong Shen looked at him for a few seconds before responding.

"It doesn't."

The itchiness and pain that had resided on the surface of their skin had long faded away, swallowed up by something inexplicable, quietly replaced.

Sitting so close to each other, with the intimate touch of their skin, Yi Zhong Shen was also being soothed by that faint, cool breath.

The constant itch and pain that had screamed and torn at his flesh were effortlessly smoothed out.

Yet, that gentle and unintentional touch only lured forth a more insatiable desire.

Vast and bottomless, like an abyss of infinite depth.

Yi Zhong Shen breathed silently, clearly hearing the rushing sound of blood flowing in his ears.

Until that clear, soft, and joyful voice rang out.

"That's good."

Bo Xi Yun smiled, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

His happiness was visible at a glance.

The desires that had pierced through his flesh, rooted deep in his blood and bones, were momentarily dissolved by the complete absence of pain.

Only the warmth that could revive the cold remained.

Bo Xi Yun said something again, but this time Yi Zhong Shen didn't hear clearly.

He lowered his gaze and watched intently. They were sitting so close to each other, and Bo Xi Yun leaned in even closer, almost resting against his chest.

This proximity was so close that with just a raise of the hand, they could embrace each other.

To claim as one's own.

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Tn: The feels....

I am currently reading "Forcefully doting on you". It's a fun read and seems like after the 1st arc no one is going to translate it so if there is a chance then after this novel I will translate that novel.

By the way can you guys tell me how to change the Book Cover? I feel old rn but help me out here.<3