Chuyun was utterly bewildered. What was going on? Why had Han Youwei used his hand as a pillow?

Not knowing how to react, Chuyun tried to pull his arm away but found Han Youwei clinging tightly. Seeing her sleep so peacefully, he couldn’t bear to wake her. He’d just wait for her to wake up naturally.

A while later…

“Hehe, so warm.”

Han Youwei, nearly done sleeping, slowly regained awareness. She realized she was lying on something wonderfully warm. Instinctively, she nuzzled her face against it, letting out soft, sleepy murmurs.

“Han Youwei, Han Youwei, are you awake?” Chuyun hurriedly called out upon hearing her murmurs.

Still half-asleep, Han Youwei thought she heard Chuyun’s voice. Rubbing her eyes with tiny hands, she lifted her adorable face lazily toward him, her gaze hazy. “What is it, classmate Chuyun?” she mumbled drowsily.

Chuyun pointed helplessly at his arm, still trapped in her embrace.

Han Youwei followed his gesture. Her eyes landed on his arm, imprinted with red marks on the desk. She fell silent for a few seconds. Her porcelain skin flushed pink instantly, the blush spreading to her slender neck and delicate earlobes.

“Chu… Chuyun, why was I sleeping on your arm?” Han Youwei asked, head bowed low, her blushing face hidden from him.

Ugh, how embarrassing! She wished she could vanish into a hole. Sleeping on someone’s arm was so shameless. What if Chuyun thought she was a bad girl?

“Well… I tried to wake you earlier, but you must’ve been half-asleep and mistook my hand for a pillow. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to disturb you. I planned to wait until you woke up,” Chuyun explained, watching her ears turn crimson as she nearly tucked her chin into her chest.

“Hehe… I see. Next time, just wake me up directly, okay?” Han Youwei stuck out her pink tongue playfully, looking adorably clueless.

“…”

Chuyun wanted to retort: *Next time? And why are you so airheaded? You seem dumber the longer I look at you. How have you even survived this long?* If he sold her, she’d probably help count the money. Thankfully, she’d met him. He needed to make her smarter—this was too much for him to handle.

Thinking this, Chuyun’s gaze softened with fatherly concern. He absentmindedly stroked her head, like a kind father tending to his silly daughter.

Huh? Han Youwei froze. Why was Chuyun touching her head? Mom said no one should touch it—it’d make her dumber.

But why did it feel so good? She squeezed her eyes shut contentedly, crescent-shaped lids fluttering. Her pink lips let out tiny, kitten-like whimpers.

So big…

So warm…

So comforting…

She even nuzzled his palm gently.

*Ding! Final stage of the guidance mission complete.*

*Main quest unlocked: Han Youwei’s Transformation.*

*Objective: Complete her transformation within half a month and raise her affection to 100.*

*Reward: 50 points, 10 charm points.*

*Ding! Han Youwei’s affection +10.*

*Current affection for Chuyun: 30.*

The system alerts jolted Chuyun back to reality. He stared dumbfounded at his hand stroking Han Youwei’s head—he’d absentmindedly started petting her. But the texture felt amazing, like petting a cat. His hand sped up.

He suddenly understood Lin Waner’s behavior at noon. It was irresistible. Chuyun knew this was rude, but his hand wouldn’t listen!

Brain: *Move your hand away now.*

Hand: *…*

Chuyun was lost in the bliss of petting. As for the “cat”?

Han Youwei felt strange all over. A warm, tingling sensation spread through her body—comfortable yet unsettling. Under the desk, her slender legs pressed together, rubbing slightly to shake off the odd feeling.

“Chu… Chuyun, you… can’t keep touching me. Someone might see,” she protested shakily, struggling against the overwhelming sensation.

Hearing her cute, flustered voice, Chuyun flushed with embarrassment. He yanked his hand back like a guilty puppy.

No way, no way—was he really a lolicon? He groaned inwardly. If Han Youwei hadn’t spoken up, he might’ve petted her until she went bald.

Watching her flushed, dewy face, Chuyun spiraled into self-doubt. This time, no system forced him—he’d touched her willingly.

Wait. A blind spot hit him. He wasn’t a lolicon; he just happened to be petting a loli.

Yeah… that had to be it!