"Not really." The physical comfort is nice, so Jin Ling leans into it. Though his emotional attachment--and conflict--is absent, he appreciates the attention and touch. It's pleasant, and he isn't used to it. Ever since his uncle Jiang started saying that he was too old to be so clingy, Jin Ling stopped seeking or accepting physical contact.

His sense of shame is absent now. He tucks his legs up, resting them against Meng Yao's thigh, and nestles his head on his uncle's shoulder.