He reached out, lightly twining the Flying Head Monster's silver-white hair, which drifted like ripples on water. Logically, he shouldn't have been able to touch the insubstantial Flying Head Monster, but then a surprising scene unfolded.
The Flying Head Monster stared at his hand and then used her drifting hair to wrap around it, tightly encasing his palm, although he couldn't physically feel a thing. However, in his heart, he had already experienced that wonderfully smooth sensation.
Cheng Ziang stared at the Flying Head Monster. Although she still looked terrifying, for some reason, after seeing her again, Cheng Ziang found that he was no longer as frightened of her as before.
She gave Cheng Ziang a strange feeling, like that of a familiar person. His entanglement with the Flying Head Monster felt like the relationship between Luo'er and Fulajie'er.
"So, can I, um, go inside?" Hesitating for a moment, Cheng Ziang coughed slightly and then asked with hand gestures.
