Chapter 473

Lu Zheng Kang hugged Su Xiang, and could smell the sweat, shower gel, shampoo and lip balm. He could feel her existence, real and real, animal vision, smell, hearing and touch. The skin of Su Xiang was delicate and muscular, elastic and tough, and her bones were thin and strong. She was wrapped in clay carbon fiber, a moving object in the material world, or "relatively static" in Lu Zhengkang. In my arms.

There is no doubt that the hidden reason and sensibility are making their voice.

Even illusions

deer can feel the fragmented image: Su Xiang left in the morning bath and bathing, and then put on lipstick on the outside with a small mirror in her outdoor dance room. Her breakfast was shrimp dumplings and fillet porridge. Shrimp dumplings must be delicious, fillet porridge was fresh and sweet, and on the way she accidentally hit her shoulder on the bus guardrail and hit it lightly, so that her left hand movement was unnatural. Anything else?

Lu Zhengkang stares at Su Xiangli's eyes.

He felt a kind of soul pulling away from her body. From Su Xiangli's eyes, Lu Zhengkang poured his prying thoughts into her brain and felt the same feelings. She was happy and happy with Lu Zhengkang's intimacy. She was angry. There were many objects of anger. Was it Lu Zhengkang? appreciably. Is that annoying sissy dance teacher? appreciably. Is it her mother? Not much There is a long pain, her joy floating on the pain, what is the pain? Do you practice dancing? Neglected by parents?

The little girl's heart is so big that she can finish it in a moment. Lu Zhengkang looks back dejectedly, holds Su Xiangli up and puts him on the ground. He wants to say something comforting, but at last he just says: "practice dancing well, I'll go to read for a while."

Su Xiangli covers his heart and stares at Lu Zhengkang with wonderful eyes. "Just now, I suddenly feel very comfortable. It's like soaking in milk. No, it's in the clouds. I feel like the sugar in the coffee. You know, it's that kind of..."

Lu Zhengkang curled his lips and murmured, "very good, very good." He didn't dare to look Su Xiang in the eye any more, so he rushed to the rest area in the corner of the dance room to sit down.

If Su Xiangli didn't obey Lu Zhengkang, she followed him and sat down on the sofa. Su Xiangli shriveled, "I hit the railing when I came here today."

Lu Zhengkang thought about it and asked, "can I press it for you?"

"Can you massage?" Su Xiangli was so unconvinced that Lu Zhengkang directly spent 900 savvy points to learn a "Chinese massage and bone setting technique". He pinched all kinds of men, women, young and old for 10000 hours in the systematic learning space and led an achievement by the way.

[old Chinese medicine's grip (legend)]: you spent a lot of savvy to learn an ancient skill. Your powerful hands can make any primate shiver. Any soul that pretends to be profound under your hands is just a pile of bones and muscles. You can make them out of the body in a moment.

Results: hand flexibility, upper limb strength, palm touch, affinity, divergent thinking, attention, personality charm and middle-aged hair loss increased significantly.

Lu Zhengkang: the tired eyes of underage children. JPG

Su Xiangli tilted his head strangely, "what's the matter? Are you angry? " She sat on Lu Zhengkang's right side and folded her legs wrapped in white cotton stockings together in the sofa: the soles of her feet were on the edge of the chair, and her arms were around her knees. Then he put his head on his knee and looked at Lu Zhengkang.

It's really like a swan. The teachers here are right. Su Xiangli has the talent to learn ballet well. She is a white winged creature with natural pride. She has naive wildness, but represents remote divinity.

In Lu Zhengkang's mind is the systematic comment: any soul who pretends to be profound is just a pile of bones and muscles under your hands. You can call them out of the body in a moment.

He turned back slightly and jumped behind the sofa from the posture of sitting on the sofa. He went to Su Xiangli's back, put his hands on her shoulders, and put his four fingers on the girl's clavicle - the thin clavicle, which can be felt even through the clothes. Put your thumb against the muscle of your back neck and press it gently.

"Ouch! ——”Su Xiangli exclaimed in surprise, which attracted the attention of three or two apprentices in the dance room.

Someone came curiously.

But their arrival did not cause any distracting influence on Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli. Every movement of Lu Zhengkang's fingers, such as pressing, pushing and percussion, is like a scalpel, which cuts open the texture of the body, exposing the muscles, bones, viscera and soul.

Su Xiangli was still snoring comfortably until Lu Zhengkang pressed her fingers to her temples on both sides. She felt like a real or fake current flowing through her brain. At this moment, she lost consciousness, or was stripped of her superficial thoughts, leaving only a deeper tranquility. Floating in the heat of Lu Zhengkang's palm, she also seemed to feel Lu Zhengkang's thinking alive There will be water flowing inside the body and non water objects.

She is in the non water. Lu Zhengkang's warm consciousness envelops her, and Su Xiangli sleeps peacefully.

Until Lu Zhengkang took his hand back.

"Good, wonderful..." The girl sighed, fell down and lay on her side on the sofa.The onlookers wanted to ask what else, but Su Xiang immediately jumped up, took Lu Zhengkang's hand and walked towards the dressing room. She left Lu Zhengkang outside the women's dressing room and told him to wait.

Lu Zhengkang also slowly recovered. Just now he saw that he was holding a little white swan in his palm. It was an illusion, but he had an irrational idea: Su Xiangli had the same illusion. She was a swan floating in his palm.

What role does the palm play at this time?

What does that mean for swans?

A teenage boy, slightly older than Lu Zhengkang, came up to him and asked, "were you massaging Su Xiangli just now? You know a lot

Lu Zheng Kang tut a, his brain want to jump out of the first sentence is "why do you know her name is Su Xiangli?"

But he stopped the idea in time, saying, "thank you."

The boy also plans to continue to chat, but Lu Zhengkang did not talk about sex in the past. When the other person asked questions, he just shirked, and he was indifferent to the other person's praise.

The inner Lu Zhengkang is still struggling with his own strange ideas, but the outer Lu Zhengkang is already exhausted.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly said, "well, you seem 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 at the door of the dressing room. Lu Zhengkang was surrounded by four or five people. They went to catch Lu Zhengkang's hand and tried to put his old Chinese medicine grip on him, so that they could experience what it means to get out of the body.

Su Xiangli retreats from the crowd, holding Lu Zhengkang's hand and right hand precisely in the maze of waving hands. Her right hand, which was originally escaping, is no longer moving quietly under her control. Su Xiangli runs out with the boy, leaving a regretful audience.