"Why does my neck feel sore since this morning?"
He Ao set down the cup of coffee and looked at the two boys chatting beside him.
The slender girl held her neck and continued, "Did I sleep wrong?"
"You probably played on your phone too much." The boy glanced at the girl and laughed.
"You're the one playing too much on your phone," the girl shot a white-eyed glance at the boy, clenched her hand into a fist, and tapped her neck.
"Let me give you a massage," the boy walked over and pressed on the girl's shoulder, applying some force.
"Ah—hiss—" the girl took a sharp breath, "You're pressing so hard, have you always been displeased with me?"
"Haha, without enough force, it won't be effective." The boy smiled and pressed his fingers down, eased his strength a bit, and began to knead. While kneading, he sighed, "Why does my neck hurt too?"
"You just have an itch from seeing someone else with a sore neck." The girl rolled her eyes.
