Seeing Gu Xinyan's neck feeling sore, Lu Xiaomei stretched out her big hand, like a fan, and began to massage her, gently pinching her delicate and slender neck, not daring to use too much force, fearing that too much force would wrinkle that snow-white neck.
Her technique was indeed unique, and a comfortable smile appeared on Gu Xinyan's face: "Thank you, Lu Xiaomei, that feels really comfortable."
Lu Xiaomei wore a triumphant and proud expression: "No need to thank me, this is the ancestral Lu Family Fist technique. At home, I'm always massaging my dad, my mom, and Ah Huang. My mom and dad both say I'm good at it."
Gu Xinyan curiously asked, "Who is Ah Huang?"
Before Lu Xiaomei could answer that Ah Huang was a dog, Xu Xiangbei quickly changed the topic: "Have you packed everything you need for the set tomorrow?"
"It's all packed, in the suitcase."
