Xia Siyu first imitated Bo Yan's manner, kneading his shoulders. Shoulders were easy; a little fist pounding on your shoulder socket was all it took. Of course, when Xia Siyu's little fists pounded, they truly did so with force—after all, she had trained in boxing.
But as for the massage, it's supposed to have some strength to it. As long as she wasn't really smashing with all her might, he let her be. A bit more force was actually better for the effects.
After executing a set of "Return My Pretty Punches," Bo Yan remained unflustered, while Xia Siyu was the one who got a bit tired. She didn't rest, immediately switching to his arms and palms. She knew nothing of meridians, pressing down hard without hesitation. But he had a good amount of muscle, and usually didn't feel pain from her hits, so when she pressed hard, his expression didn't change, but it made her quite tired.
