"Gurgle gurgle..."
Xu Shuo picked up the teapot from the ancestral hall table, rinsed his mouth with the tea, and finally managed to flush away that nauseating taste.
His expression was somewhat strange.
It was mainly because the experience was too personally felt.
Whether it was the physical touch and struggle or the feelings and emotions conveyed from that body, they had shockingly become real to him, who had just been trapped inside.
It was a very odd sensation.
Although Xu Shuo knew humans had seven emotions and six desires, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, fear, terror, and despair under specific circumstances, he found it hard to truly empathize.
Because Xu Shuo couldn't remember how long it had been since he had last felt such emotions—perhaps he never had, or maybe he had but had forgotten.
That's why he found it to be such a peculiar feeling.