"Senior, I'm Shu Xiaoyue—Xiaoqi's good friend. She must've mentioned me yesterday."

Before Xia Shiqi could speak, Shu Xiaoyue grinned at Chuyun and introduced herself.

So this was Xiaoqi's brother, Chuyun?

He was pretty handsome, with a sunny smile. His vibe somehow made her want to get closer.

Shu Xiaoyue kept observing him, getting more hooked by the second. Her delicate face flushed slightly.

No wonder Xiaoqi adored him—even asking her for that kind of thing.

Shu Xiaoyue thought she'd probably like him too, if she were Xia Shiqi.

"Oh, it's you!" Chuyun said, surprised. "Xiaoqi just told me last night. She's taking you out this weekend."

He hadn't expected this girl to be his sister's friend.

She was stunningly beautiful—like a mix of his sister and Han Youwei. Pure yet cute, with a delicate oval face, rosy skin, willowy brows, and big, watery crescent-moon eyes. Plus, long, straight black hair.

Another black-haired beauty like his sister. Chuyun marveled inwardly.

Shu Xiaoyue mischievously stuck out her pink tongue. "Yep! Hope you won't mind me being a third wheel tagging along."

Third wheel? It sounded like a date with his sister. Chuyun forced a dry chuckle. "Haha... How could I mind a junior? More people, more fun. I'm bringing Han Youwei too this weekend."

"Han Youwei? The girl beside you?"

"Yeah, my desk mate. Han Youwei, say hi."

Chuyun reached behind to pat Han Youwei's back as a cue—but his hand landed on her little peach instead. A bouncy, jelly-like sensation shot through his palm.

He yanked his hand back, dumbfounded. How did he pat that spot? Luckily, Han Youwei was a silly goose. Anyone else would've slapped him and screamed "Pervert!"

And just as Chuyun thought, Han Youwei didn't get angry. She just felt shy. Why had Chuyun touched her there? Even she knew that spot was private—her mom said only very close people could touch it.

Chuyun was so nice, inviting her out... He must be close. Han Youwei's face reddened as she thought this.

She felt warm and comfortable. Wasn't this like yesterday's petting? But better. She preferred this feeling.

Why did patting her little peach feel so good? Han Youwei puzzled over it with her simple mind but couldn't figure it out. Still, she knew how to get that feeling again.

After today's taste, yesterday's petting felt dull. She wanted both.

Why not get petted and patted at once? Then she'd enjoy both sensations. She felt clever—definitely not a dummy!

Han Youwei stared at Chuyun's big hand, her face red. She secretly touched her little peach where he'd patted.

I really want to be patted again...

Seeing her blush and stare, Chuyun flicked her forehead. "Han Youwei, snap out of it. Introduce yourself to your junior."

His serious face almost hid the fact he'd just patted a girl's most precious spot.

"Mew..." Han Youwei whimpered like a kitten.

She looked at Chuyun, her crescent-moon eyes filled with pitiful grievance.

Mew... If he kept flicking her, she'd turn into a dummy. Why did he do it? Was she disobedient?

She didn't want to be a dummy. Next time, she hoped he'd choose a different spot. Her mom said disobedient kids got spanked on the butt. Let him pat her little peach instead—flicking her head would really make her dumb.

At this thought, her face burned apple-red. It was embarrassing, but she loved that comfortable feeling.

This way, he'd stop flicking her head, and she'd feel good. Killing two birds with one stone! She felt so smart—how could she be a dummy?

But what did "junior" mean? Were these pretty girls middle schoolers?

Introducing herself was new. She was nervous and scared—that earlier girl had been fierce, shouting angrily. She didn't know why holding hands upset her so much.

Holding hands was normal, right?

Why was she so mad? Han Youwei couldn't figure it out. But if she stayed quiet, Chuyun would flick her head again.

To avoid becoming a dummy, Han Youwei gathered her courage. With kitten-like effort, she squeaked out:

"I... I'm Han Youwei... Chuyun's desk mate... H-hello..."