Jin Ling nods, cheek nuzzling against Sizhui's thigh with the motion. He sighs once, body relaxing further as Sizhui massages him and hums soothingly.

Within a few minutes, his determination to stay up all night is forgotten and his paranoia is soothed away. There's no way he can remain paranoid and tense while Sizhui has got him melting across his lap like this. One of his arms slips, dangling off the edge of the couch, as Jin Ling falls asleep in Sizhui's lap.