After a while, Lu Yun looked at Shitou, who was still rubbing her belly, and asked in confusion, "Why are you constantly rubbing my belly?"
"Pain, from laughing, I'm helping you rub it."
Shitou said while trying to hold back his laughter.
"..." But my belly doesn't hurt at all.
Lu Yun was speechless. Could this be considered a classic case of projecting one's own feelings onto another?
Just because his own belly hurt from laughing, he assumed hers did too?
After some thought, she decided not to say anything and resignedly started to help Shitou rub his belly as well. Given the way he had just laughed, it would be strange if his belly didn't hurt.
Shitou slightly lowered his head, feeling the soft touch of the small hand rubbing on his stomach, a ticklish sensation that scratched the depths of his soul. A look of enjoyment appeared on his face, and if you looked closely, you could see a gleam of triumphant joy in his eyes.
