Jiang Yao's feelings were trapped in her throat. She rolled her eyes at Lu Xingzhi, snorted, and moved away.
"You are upset? Hit me if you are upset. Don't dismiss me." Jiang Yao's habit of offering him the back of her head became obvious to Lu Xingzhi. She would point the back of her head at him if she were upset.
Yes, one might describe that as chilly and violent.
Jiang Yao abruptly addressed him again. "Lu Xingzhi."
"Yes."
"Be quiet."
"Okay, I will shut up now."
Lu Xingzhi did not say anything, but his hands and feet kept bothering Jiang Yao. He would occasionally rub the soles of his feet on her legs and touch her hair with his hands.
His harassment almost enraged Jiang Yao. In the end, she had no choice but to back down and compromise. She closed her eyes and fell asleep—out of sight, out of mind.