He took off his shirt, revealing a body not overly muscular but with extremely fluid muscle lines upon closer inspection.
He stood firmly in place, holding a static pile.
The white-haired old man then brushed and spread red oil on his body, meticulously doing so two or three times.
At first, Lou Yi felt nothing.
Moments later, he felt some itching on the surface of his skin, like countless small ants crawling on him.
Soon, this sensation did not just remain on the surface, but gradually penetrated into his flesh and veins.
He felt innumerable areas inside his body itching, swelling.
If it were someone else experiencing it for the first time, they might be extremely uncomfortable, unable to resist twitching their body.
But how strong-willed is Lou Yi?
He stood like a pillar and did not even blink.
Seeing this, Sang Peng admired him even more.
