"Strange?" Rose said, "What's strange? You just washed off the sesame oil and suddenly pushed me down, climbing on top of me.
I thought you wanted it, but you held onto me. What's going on? Clearly, it had already started, but suddenly stopped."
Li Xuan tilted his head back and said, "Look at my neck."
Rose raised her hand to touch it and said, "Alright."
Li Xuan froze for a moment, then turned his head to check.
Were there any scratches on his neck?
Suddenly, he had an epiphany and asked, "Did I just scratch my neck frantically?"
Rose shook her head.
Li Xuan froze for a moment, frowned, and his pupils slowly contracted.
"Interesting."
As he mumbled to himself, Rose was already about to succeed.
Li Xuan suddenly got up, grabbed Rose, and sat her properly on the meditation mat, then said, "Let's endure it until the question is answered first."
After saying this, he pondered, summarizing slowly, "The sesame oil seems like a trigger.
No! It's an aptitude.
