Bo Ye looked at Fu Tingyan's thin waist. Even if he didn't say it, he knew that the difference was huge.
His waist was perfectly curved, without a trace of fat.
He didn't say anything and continued to apply medicinal liquor for him before massaging him.
Fu Tingyan rested his hands on his head. Thinking of going to learn martial arts during winter break, he turned his head to look at Bo Ye. "If you are learning martial arts during winter break, it means that you spend the New Year at home? Does your family agree?"
Bo Ye paused in his action of applying the medicinal liquor and looked at Fu Tingyan. "They can't control it."
"So, regardless of whether they agree or not, you still want to go?"
"Yes."
Fu Tingyan stared at Bo Ye for a long while and thought of his brother. He didn't seem to be an easy person to talk to.
"It's better to discuss it if we can discuss it."
