Chuyun was truly speechless. He looked helplessly at his sister, lazily lounging in his arms. He really couldn't handle this willful girl. He'd just wait until she was satisfied. For now, he'd rest too—he was genuinely tired.

Just as Chuyun closed his eyes, Han Youwei glanced over eagerly. She really wanted to lie on him too. Han Youwei envied Chuyun's sister so much. Getting to rest in Chuyun's arms looked incredibly comfortable.

Han Youwei suddenly wondered if she was being too greedy. She counted on her fair fingers: holding hands, gentle touches, pats, hugs, sitting on him, lying on him... Would this make Chuyun angry? If he got mad, would he scold her again?

Still, Han Youwei craved it all. Just watching felt so soothing. Imagine actually experiencing it! Even if Chuyun was stern today, he'd probably agree—he'd allowed hand-holding and touches before. If he refused now, she'd show him a silly girl's wrath. He couldn't bully her for being silly; he had to be fair.

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After a few minutes, Chuyun felt refreshed. He gently said to his sister still in his arms, "Xia Shiqi, rested enough? Time to get down."

"Mm-hmm."

Huh? Why so obedient this time? He'd expected her to dawdle. Her compliance made him uneasy—even flattered. Holy crap, did he have Stockholm syndrome? The more he thought, the more he felt his sister had tortured him into it.

But Xia Shiqi obeyed only because she'd succeeded. Lin Waner was too furious to speak. If they knew each other's thoughts, one might drop dead; the other would laugh.

Xia Shiqi hopped off Chuyun's lap. She stuck out her pink tongue at Lin Waner, flashed a peace sign, and sat beside Shu Xiaoyue.

That bitch, bitch, bitch—growing bolder, daring to provoke her! Xia Shiqi had succeeded. Lin Waner's lips twitched with rage. She'd never been this angry in her life. That little bitch wouldn't get away with it. Today's humiliation would be repaid double. Just wait!

Lin Waner forced a sweet smile at Chuyun. "Xiao Yun, I'm sleepy. Heading back to class." Before he could reply, she rushed off. Her retreating figure looked disheveled—like a beaten dog.

Watching Lin Waner flee, Xia Shiqi snorted with laughter. "So even you, fake-nice Lin Waner, have days like this. But today's just the start. I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Xia Shiqi, what's wrong?" Chuyun asked, puzzled by her sudden laughter.

Xia Shiqi grabbed Shu Xiaoyue's hand. "Nothing much. Chuyun, Xiao Yue and I are leaving too."

"Okay. I'll take Han Youwei back soon."

"Then we're off." Xia Shiqi left with Shu Xiaoyue.

Only Chuyun and Han Youwei remained. She was spacing out again. Chuyun could accept today's outcome—Xia Shiqi and Sister Waner hadn't fought. They seemed harmonious, if quiet. The only issue was Lin Waner seeing him as a pervert. An explanation would fix that.

Why was Han Youwei zoning out again? Every time, he itched to flick her forehead. He sat beside her. Under her adorably confused gaze, he bonked her head.

"Han Youwei, let's go. Back to class. Stop daydreaming!"

"Ow... okay..."

Though flicked again, Han Youwei felt happy. She'd realized being a silly girl wasn't bad. Hehe—if Chuyun's flicks made her silly, he'd have to take responsibility. She felt clever. Once silly, she could make him do comfortable things for her. She wasn't truly stupid—a silly girl couldn't devise this plan. She was only silly around Chuyun.

Eyes shining with hope, she declared, "Chuyun, your flicks made me a silly girl!" She expected him to take charge and pamper her.

Instead, Chuyun bonked her again.

He was dumbfounded. "So you evolved from silly to fool?" He couldn't grasp her logic. What was in that little head?

"Ow..."

Why did Chuyun flick my head again...