Ji Sang tightened her grip around Fu Yisi's hand, buried in his embrace unwilling to emerge, her voice low and muffled.
"You just need to touch me and I'll be fine."
The man was silent for a moment, but ultimately his heart softened; even though he was angry, he couldn't refuse Ji Sang whenever she made a request.
He lifted his hand gently and placed it at the back of her head, softly caressing.
Fu Yisi controlled his strength well, and with the naturally cool temperature of his hands, not only did Ji Sang not feel any pain, but she also felt unexpectedly comfortable.
This gentle and familiar Fu Yisi made Ji Sang feel particularly attached, her body completely relaxed, leaning on the man.
As she was about to fall asleep, Ji Sang suddenly remembered what she was supposed to do, her hand lightly gripping the man's collar, lifting her head, and cautiously asked,
"Fu Yisi, are you... angry?"
