The next day.
When Deng Jiazhe got up, he kept kneading and rolling his neck, looking uncomfortable.
I asked deliberately, "What's wrong? You keep rolling your neck."
Of course, I knew exactly what was wrong. I remembered just how much force I’d used when I shoved his head away last night.
"Slept on it wrong! Haven't had such a refreshing sleep in ages!" Deng Jiazhe said, still working the kinks o










