That thing looks familiar.

I rubbed it, it was the best ice wine that he had secretly hidden from Catherine and Blair for a long time.

I've been drinking it for more than half a year, and there's still a little half left.

Phil was anxious to jump out of the basin and grab it, only to forget that he had been stepping on the cold snow for a day.

Oh~

From the toes to the calves, from the calves to the thighs, there was nothing that didn't hurt, and he had cramps.

Bai Nen's body fell back into the tub, and the splash flooded the bathroom floor.

Edward once again avoided getting wet with incredible dexterity, and pulled Phil's hair upwards with his hand, kindly avoiding the strange fate of the little fat man not being exhausted and freezing to death, but choking to death by his own bathwater.

Then I pinched a few muscles on Phil's calf, and miraculously it didn't hurt immediately, and I couldn't even feel the sequelae of cramps.

"Yo, I'm really going to enjoy it. This thing is good, I just reluctantly laughed at it, it is not suitable for you now. ”

Edward threw Phil back into the tub, looked at the crystal bottle in his hand, and when he was about to go out, he turned around and reminded: "Give you 10 minutes, any longer time will have no effect." ”

Phew!

Phil gritted his teeth as he stared at the shameless figure that disappeared out the door, smashing the wooden cup into the water.

The wooden cup struggled on the surface of the water for a moment, and was bounced back to his nose by the strong tension.

"Whew!"

The baby's heart is bitter, and the baby has nowhere to say.

The situation was stronger than people, and within 10 minutes, he hastily put on his yukata and returned to the house.

Edward held the small crystal bottle in his hand, and was pouring the last drop of golden liquid into his mouth with a face full of intoxication.

The two little eyes narrowed together, and the horizontal flesh on the face became more and more hideous and obscene.

Good thing, this taste, this brand, such a small bottle at least has to pay for the previous half a month's military salary, but the degree is a little smaller, and it is a little less.

Edward reluctantly put down the crystal bottle, his face full of desire and dissatisfaction, and then stared at the little fat man.

"Change into underwear and go to bed and lie on your stomach. Edward commanded with a wave of his hand.

Phil changed into a clean pair of shorts, climbed into his queen bed, and buried his head in the soft, large pillow.

Edward took Phil's hands and feet into strange shapes, stood on the edge of the bed, and did a few warm-up movements, crackling at the joints.

"Does it hurt?" said Phil.

"It doesn't hurt!" the big fat man said nonchalantly.

"Really?" Phil was still uneasy.

"It hurts, you better be prepared. Okay, shut your mouth, and let's get started. ”

"With my hand, feel your muscles. Forget about the soreness and even enjoy it until you can feel the slight tremor in the muscles themselves. Edward said in a deep voice.

"In the first stage, I will make you feel this tremor and get acquainted with this feeling through a massage.

Start with muscles, then tendons, and finally bones, and work your way up.

If one day, you can feel this subtle tremor and control it while exercising, that is the second stage.

By the third stage, when you are able to maintain this tremor in any state, that is the beginning of meditation. ”

Edward didn't wait for Phil to answer, and the big hands like blankets started from his head and neck, or pressed or rubbed, on Phil's shoulders, arms, back, waist, hips, legs, all the way down.

The rough texture on his hands can feel the frosted feeling even through his clothes.

It started to feel a little itchy, and in a few breaths it turned into heat, and finally it turned into pain again.

The massage combined with his two lives felt completely different, and it didn't put more pressure on the muscles and produce tearing pain.

Instead, massage and squeeze in some seemingly unrelated positions, so that the originally tight muscles gradually relax.

With the movement of Edward's palms and fingertips, Phil felt as if a low-voltage current had been passed through his body, or hundreds of small motors had been installed, and a tingling and crispy tremor felt from all parts of his body.

Whew, whew, whew.

Phil gasped for air, loud and loud.

"Imitate my rhythm, like this. If you can't help the pain, you can shout it. Edward was giving Phil a demonstration.

Sure enough, according to Edward's rhythm, he controlled his breathing, and the feeling of heat and numbness and pain was slightly better, leaving only the shaking of his muscles.

"Now, focus all your energy on the area I've pressed. Imagine that your will is controlling them, not being controlled by them. Edward ordered.

Phil did as the other party asked, trying to concentrate.

At first, it was inevitable that I would lose sight of one or the other, and I was always interrupted by pain, and my breathing rate was also messed up, and I almost choked.

But with Edward's reminder and the movement of his hand, I don't know how long it took, Phil felt that his body suddenly relaxed inexplicably.

It's as if you've struggled in the water for a long time and finally given up resisting, only to suddenly find that even if you don't do anything, you'll be floating on the surface of the water.

Consciousness seemed to sink into the body, the pain and numbness disappeared, everything around him was quiet, and only the sound of those muscles and bones shaking sounded in his ears.

It's a very ethereal feeling.

Unconsciously, half an hour passed, and looking at the little fat man whose breathing gradually became longer, Edward stopped the movement of his hand.

He stood by the bed, with some surprise in his eyes, but also a little gloomy and unwilling.

Is it the difference in blood?

Phil didn't know what kind of mood Edward would have, at the moment he felt like he was asleep, and he was clearly conscious, the muscles in his body seemed to be completely relaxed, and he could tense and burst out at any time.

The friction and shaking of the muscles released a lot of heat, but this heat was not converted into sweat and flowed out, but was enclosed in the body, which was warm and comfortable.

After about half an hour, the heat dissipated, and Phil could no longer maintain that rhythm of breathing.

"Ahem. With a few coughs, he rolled over and gasped a few times.

Immersed in thought, Edward was awakened by Phil's coughing, patted him lightly on the back, handed him a cup of hot water, and motioned for him to drink.

It's not ordinary boiled water, it's a little sweet to drink, and it has a special herbal aroma.

"It's a powder made from soothing fruit and keel grass, and a little honey is added to strengthen the foundation. It is best to drink a drink after each massage in the future, which is good for you. Edward explained.

Phil nodded, and waited until he had drunk the entire glass of water before he completely woke up from his previous state.

Edward sat down across from Phil and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Phil groaned for a moment, organized his words, and said with some uncertainty: "It hurt a lot at first, and it was a little sore. ”

"Did it hurt badly? I don't see you just shouted. Edward asked.

"It's okay, it's much lighter than I thought. Phil replied a little indifferently, that the pain was only pediatric compared to peeling and scraping bones in a silver liquid.

And then, after your breathing has stabilized, what do you feel like those tremors. ”

It was a strange question, but Phil understood it, and replied: "The rhythm of breathing and the rhythm of tremors are not the same, in fact, the rhythm of each part is different, as if they are saying the same thing in different languages, and they all have their own lives."

And then I was there watching them, listening to them, talking to them with my breath as a language.

I didn't know what that meant, but I seemed to understand it.

It's a strange, but it's also a mystical feeling. ”

Demons!

Edward couldn't help but gasp, the actual situation was even more exaggerated than he imagined, he had to admit that he was amazed by the little fat man's performance, and even so good that he himself was a little jealous.

"It's not bad, remember this feeling, we have a new mission tomorrow morning, let's rest early. ”

After a few hurried instructions, Edward left Phil's room, returned to his room, and turned off the bedside light.

Phil paid no attention to Edward's departure, not even aware of the other party's gaffe.

This wonderful experience tonight made him can't help but lie on the bed and reminisce.

After a while, the sound of long, rhythmic breathing began to sound.

In a room at Snape Manor, Edward sat on his bed in the dark, unaware of what he was thinking.

The moonlight shining in from the window was bright and cold, and he could only sigh and lie down in the end.