Soon, Pei Yu bent down and entered the tent. His face was indeed frosty, and he looked quite fierce. Seeing Shen Zhiyi sitting up, his expression did not ease. "Are you feeling dizzy?"
He reached out to adjust the pillow Shen Zhiyi was leaning on. As he extended his hand, Shen Zhiyi instinctively dodged to the side, and Pei Yu's movement paused as he raised his eyes to look at her.
Thinking he was about to say something sharp and cold again, Shen Zhiyi turned her head away, feeling uncomfortable and not wanting to argue with him at all.
The pillow she leaned on was slightly moved. Pei Yu did not get angry and said in a low voice, "I won't touch you."
His tone was unexpectedly gentle as if afraid to frighten her.
Surprised, Shen Zhiyi glanced at him. Pei Yu, seeing she was willing to look at him, curved his lips into a smile. The smile carried a comforting meaning as he asked again, "Is your head very dizzy?"
