"Then I'll rub it for you..." Xiaoxiao somewhat apologetically reached out and pinched his right arm and kneaded it back and forth for half a day. Ten minutes later he looked at him and asked slowly, "What's going on now?"

"Come on, help me up!" Shao Zhanping shook her hand and motioned her to help herself up.

Xiaoxiao nodded, bent over his neck and sat him by the bed. Looking at the way he could not lift his arm, he took his shirt and slowly put it on him. While wearing it, he couldn't help but say, "Aren't you a soldier? The pillow aches like this overnight, and then you'll..."...