Am I Asking for a Beating?

"I wasn't thinking about you!" Murong smiled at Zhou Hao, reached out to pinch his shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Since you're my assistant, shouldn't you give me this seat?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the recliner Zhou Hao was sitting in.

Zhou Hao immediately understood. He sprang to his feet and "fawningly" supported Murong by the arm, nodding with a chuckle. "Naturally. Please, have a seat."

"Ahem, ahem~" Murong immediately put on official airs. After coughing twice, she sat down in the recliner, raised her eyes to Zhou Hao, pointed at the pile of small spirit fruits beside her, and said "impatiently," "Peel them and feed me! You really have no tact at all."

She got into character that fast? Zhou Hao thought helplessly. Still, he obediently picked up a spirit fruit, peeled it, and fed it to Murong. Then he asked gently, "How is it? Is the service acceptable?"

Murong chewed for a moment and nodded in satisfaction. Reclining comfortably, she pounded her shoulder and sighed. "My shoulder has been a little sore lately. I don't know what's going on."

"Your shoulder is sore?" Zhou Hao froze for a moment before letting out an "Oh~" as realization dawned on him. He hurriedly began kneading Murong's shoulders and asked with a smile, "Is that better?"

Murong nodded slightly, enjoying Zhou Hao's service. Then she got down to business, glanced at him, and asked, "How should we test them?"

Zhou Hao thought for a moment and said casually, "It doesn't need to be too difficult. A simple test will do."

"So how exactly should we test them?" Murong asked again.

Zhou Hao stopped kneading her shoulders and continued thinking.

At that moment, Murong slapped his thigh and said, "Don't stop. Keep going."

"Oh, okay, okay." Zhou Hao