"Ah... my neck hurts and there's no more tea..."
Feng Zhen put down his pen, pounded his sore neck with his fist, and moved his toes. After sitting for a long time, he felt like legs didn't even belong to him anymore.
Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo writing slips and said without looking up, "If there's no more tea, just call for the maid in the tea room to refill the pot."
Feng Zhen revealed a somewhat meaningful smile. "It just so happens that the maid in the tea room has some good massage skills."
Yang Si looked down and said, "You're really fearless! Who knows what the previous statuses of these maids were?"