Lu Zhengkang hugged Su Xiangli and could smell the smell of sweat, shower gel, shampoo, and lipstick. He could feel her presence, real and true, from sight, smell, hearing, touch, and Su Xiangli's skin.

With delicate yet elastic muscles and thin and strong bones, she is like a carbon fiber strip wrapped in clay, a moving object in the material world, or "relatively still" in Lu Zhengkang's arms.

Hidden reason and sensibility speak undoubtedly.

Even hallucinations...

Lu Zhengkang could perceive fragmented scenes: Su Xiangli took a bath in the morning, and then used a small mirror to apply lipstick on herself outside the dance practice room. She had shrimp dumplings and fish fillet porridge for breakfast. The shrimp dumplings must be very delicious.

It was delicious, the fish fillet porridge was sweet and smooth. On the way here, I accidentally bumped my shoulder into the bus guardrail. The bump was so hard that my left hand moved unnaturally... Is there anything else?

Lu Zhengkang stared at Su Xiangli's eyes.

He felt a kind of soul falling out of the body. From Su Xiangli's eyes, Lu Zhengkang poured his prying thoughts into her brain. He felt the same way. She was happy and delighted in Lu Zhengkang's intimacy. She was angry and the object of his anger.

A lot of deer

Zhengkang? A little bit. Is it the annoying sissy dance teacher? A little bit. Is it her mother? Not much... There is also a long pain, her joy floats on the pain, what kind of pain is it? Dance practice

? Neglected by parents?

The little girl's heart is so big, and she will finish reading it in a short time. Lu Zhengkang withdrew his gaze in a depressed manner, picked up Su Xiangli, and put him on the ground. He wanted to say some words of comfort, but in the end he just said: "Practice your dance well."

, I’ll read a book for a while.”

Su Xiangli covered her heart and stared at Lu Zhengkang with strange eyes. "Just now, I suddenly felt so comfortable, as if I was soaked in milk. No, it was in the clouds. I felt like sugar cubes in coffee. You

You know, that’s the kind of thing…”

Lu Zhengkang curled his lips and muttered, "Very good, very good." He did not dare to look at Su Xiangli anymore and hurried to sit in the rest area in the corner of the dance studio.

Su Xiangli did not obey Lu Zhengkang's words. She followed him and sat down on the sofa. Su Xiangli pursed her lips and said, "I hit the railing when I came here today."

Lu Zhengkang thought for a while and asked, "Should I press it for you?"

"Do you know massage techniques?" Su Xiangli looked in disbelief. Lu Zhengkang was so angry that he spent 900 comprehension points to learn a "Traditional Chinese Massage and Bone-setting Technique" and spent 10,000 hours in the system-shaped learning space.

Men, women and children on the road received an achievement by the way.

[Grasps of the Old Chinese Medicine Doctor (Legendary)]: You have spent a large sum of comprehension points to learn an ancient skill that has been passed down. Your powerful hands can make any primate humanoid creature tremble.

Even the most advanced souls are just piles of bones, flesh and fascia in your hands. You can make them out of their bodies in an instant.

Effects: Hand flexibility is greatly improved, upper limb strength is greatly increased, palm touch is greatly increased, affinity is greatly increased, divergent thinking is greatly increased, attention is slightly improved, personality charm is slightly increased, and the probability of hair loss in middle age is slightly increased.

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Su Xiangli tilted her head strangely, "What's wrong? Are you angry?" She sat on Lu Zhengkang's right hand side, and put her legs wrapped in white cotton stockings together on the sofa: the soles of her feet rested on the edge of the chair.

, arms around his knees, and then resting the side of his head with his hair tied up on his knees, just like this, half-covered, he looked sideways at Lu Zhengkang.

She really has the grace of a swan, and the teacher here is right. Su Xiangli has the talent to learn ballet well. She is a naturally proud white winged creature, with innocent wildness, but represents a distant divinity.

Lu Zhengkang had this systematic comment in his mind: Any soul that pretends to be profound is just a pile of bones, flesh and fascia in your hands. You can make them out of their bodies in an instant.

He gently turned back, from sitting on the sofa, and suddenly jumped behind the sofa. He walked behind Su Xiangli, put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed his four fingers against the girl's collarbone.

The clavicle can be felt even through clothes. Put your thumb against the muscles of the back of the neck and press lightly.

"Oh!" Su Xiangli shouted in surprise, attracting the attention of three or two apprentices in the dance practice room.

Someone came over curiously.

But their arrival did not have any distracting influence on Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli. Lu Zhengkang's every movement, the pressing, pushing and tapping of his fingers, was like a scalpel, cutting open the texture of the body.

Expose the muscles, bones, internal organs, and then the soul.

Su Xiangli was still snoring comfortably until Lu Zhengkang pressed his fingers on both sides of her temples. She felt a real or fake electric current rushing through her brain. She had lost consciousness at this moment, or was stripped of her superficial thoughts.

, only the deeper existence of tranquility was left, floating in the heat seeping out of Lu Zhengkang's palms. She seemed to also feel that the objects alive in Lu Zhengkang's thoughts would have water flowing inside the body, as well as non-water.

She was in the non-water, Lu Zhengkang's warm consciousness enveloped her, and Su Xiangli fell into a peaceful sleep.

Until Lu Zhengkang took his hand back.

"Okay, so amazing..." The girl sighed, fell down as if she was exhausted, and lay on her side on the sofa.

The onlookers wanted to ask anything else, but Su Xiangli immediately jumped up, took Lu Zhengkang's hand, and walked towards the locker room. She left Lu Zhengkang outside the door of the women's locker room and only told him to wait.

Lu Zhengkang also slowly came back to his senses. He had also seen it just now. He was holding a small white swan in his palm. This was definitely an illusion, but he had an irrational thought: Su Xiangli had the same thing.

Illusion, she is a swan floating in the palm of her hand.

What role does the palm play at this time?

What does this mean for the swan?

A boy in his teens, slightly older than Lu Zhengkang, walked up to him and asked, "Were you massaging Su Xiangli just now? You know so much."

Lu Zhengkang clicked his tongue, and the first thing that came to his mind was "Why do you know her name is Su Xiangli?"

But he stopped the thought in time and said, "Thank you."

The boy planned to continue chatting, but Lu Zhengkang lost his usual fluent conversation. He just avoided the other party's questions and was indifferent to the other party's compliments.

On the inside, Lu Zhengkang is still struggling with his strange thoughts, but on the outside, he is already exhausted.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly said, "Well, you seem to be really curious. I'll give you a massage and you'll know."

When Su Xiangli changed his clothes and came out, there was a boy with a happy face lying at the door of the locker room. Lu Zhengkang was surrounded by four or five people. They were chattering and grabbing Lu Zhengkang's hand, trying to release his old Chinese medicine doctor's hand.

In their own bodies, let them experience what it means to have an out-of-body experience.

Su Xiangli backed away from the crowded crowd, and in the confusion of waving palms, she accurately held Lu Zhengkang's hand. The right hand that was originally escaping quietly stopped moving under her grasp. Su Xiangli held it.
Chapter completed!