"What's wrong with this game?" Jin Ling asks. Maybe he isn't being clear enough. Sizhui thinks he's just teasing.

To make things clearer, he shifts over, straddling Sizhui's lap and resting his arms over Sizhui's shoulders. He wants attention and physical contact, because those are the only things he can feel anymore. Aside from that, he's empty and restless. "We're friends. So, make me feel good."