The twisted neck Peng Jiazhi mentioned wasn't really twisted, but… it was caused by his pillow.
A week ago, Peng Jiazhi went back to his hometown and stayed at his uncle's house for two nights.
He was used to the soft pillow, and after sleeping for two days, his neck could barely move.
It was painful just by bending it slightly, and it turned him, a good young man, into a bitter crooked neck.
If this continued, how was he going to get a wife in the future?
Wasn't this blatantly telling people not to hang a girl on his crooked tree?
Su Yayan stood up and pushed him to the chair. She sized him up with a solemn expression.
Peng Jiazhi's heart skipped a beat. "Can it be cured?"
"Yes." Su Yayan pondered for a moment. "But you don't have to use needles. Let me massage you."
"Osteopathic manipulation?" Ye Qiliang was once again captivated by this new term.
