Fu Yisi didn't reply to her, his gaze lowered to Ji Sang's bare feet, looking slightly cold.
Ji Sang nearly had a conditioned reflex; the moment the man looked over, she immediately hopped onto the sofa, covering her feet with her hands until they warmed up before letting go.
Fu Yisi's hand, which rested by his leg, stiffened for a moment and relaxed, casually resting on the sofa's armrest.
If this were usual, the man would have already picked up Ji Sang and warmed her feet with his hands. Ji Sang noticed the difference, pursing her lips as she looked at Fu Yisi beside her.
She didn't like the cold war one bit.
"Fu Yisi, I have a headache."
This time, because Ji Sang kept staring at the man, she didn't miss the flash of concern in Fu Yisi's eyes when he heard her words, before he turned his head.
Fu Yisi's eyes regained their calmness, shifting his gaze away with an indifferent tone.
"The medicine is on the bedside."
"I'm not wearing shoes."
Fu Yisi: …
