Can I give you a hug?

Lan Zhi looked at him expectantly: "What do you think of me being your younger sister?" Xing Zhi: "..." He said gently and indifferently: "Sorry, I don't need a younger sister." Lan Zhi thought he would answer as she had expected: "I'd be glad to have you as my younger sister." She had never thought that the projection in her mental state was no longer completely the projection in her mind—at this moment, the "Xing Zhi" standing in front of her was actually a strand of divine thought of the real Xing Zhi. Caught off guard by the rejection, Lan Zhi's eyes immediately turned red with委屈, and she managed to hold back her tears: "So you also despise me." Xing Zhi denied it: "No." Xing Zhi looked at her and felt that she was a bit different from usual. Usually, she was very considerate, quiet, and restrained, and didn't cause trouble for others. She wouldn't cry loudly to vent her emotions like Jin Yuman, nor would she be as willful and unrestrained as Chang Lizhe. She always left some leeway when speaking and doing things. Even when regarding Him as a friend and chatting with Him, she seldom talked about her own affairs. Even when offering incense and making wishes, she just said calmly, "May the filthy abyss be free of filth and the Star Spirit be peaceful forever." She was very good at closing off her inner heart, and what couldn't be closed off was well hidden by her, so much so that people often forgot that she was actually just a human girl under twenty years old. Until this moment, when she looked at Him with a wronged expression, her eyes wet, like an abandoned cub, did she show such a trace of vulnerability and helplessness. He remembered that during the time when she was unconscious after mending her soul, it was also like this. Only when she thought that no one could see would she struggle to open a crack and reveal her soft and vulnerable inner heart. His eyes flickered, like the Milky Way suddenly flowing. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on her head: "I don't need a younger sister, but I need friends. We can always be friends." Lan Zhi sniffed and muttered: "Indeed, it's better to be friends. If you were my elder brother, you would probably forget your younger sister once you got a sister-in-law in the future." Xing Zhi: "..." He couldn't continue this topic. Lan Zhi raised her head, looking at Him with expectant eyes: "Xing Zhi, can I give you a hug?" Xing Zhi: "..." Before He could respond, Lan Zhi rushed into His arms like a little bird returning to its nest, stretched out her hands and hugged His waist, which was the most perfect one in the entire Star Spirit Continent. She still had the admiration and excitement like a fledgling bird rushing into its mother's arms and rubbed against His arms a few times. Xing Zhi: "..." "Xing Zhi." The girl raised her head from His arms, and her eyes shone with star-like brightness, "I don't know why, but I always feel that there's a kind of temperament about you that makes people feel particularly at ease. Hugging you makes me feel like I've been healed." Xing Zhi: "..." His expression was a bit blank. Apart from the last time when she crashed into His arms, this was the first time that He had such close contact with a human being. He clearly felt the girl's body temperature. He also smelled her unique scent as well as the sour and stinky smell that covered her scent. Gods don't care about fragrance or stench. He shouldn't have cared about coolness or warmth either, but He found that He kind of liked the feeling brought by body temperature. He was a bit surprised, but didn't take it to heart. Whether it was fragrant or stinky, warm or cool, it was just an experience for Him. What He cared more about was the accidental coordination of divine consciousness caused when Lan Zhi crashed into His body last time. At that time, Lan Zhi's divine consciousness unknowingly broke into His sea of consciousness. Since they were so close to each other this time, He wanted to see if the coordination of divine consciousness last time was really accidental. However, before He could take any action, Lan Zhi suddenly remembered that she had deliberately not washed the dirt off her face in order to cover her face.