Han Youwei couldn’t understand why, even after turning into a silly girl, Chuyun still wouldn’t take responsibility. Not only that—he kept flicking her forehead. Was he trying to make her even dumber?

Chuyun was so mean. She’d already called herself a silly girl, yet he still flicked her head. Sob… Did he not want to take responsibility at all?

Even a silly girl could get angry!

Puffing her cheeks like an adorable hamster, Han Youwei glared at Chuyun with cute ferocity.

"Han Youwei, what’s wrong now?"

Chuyun saw her acting all adorably fierce again, cheeks stuffed like a hamster’s. He was baffled but decided not to scold her—he’d yelled enough today. Pushing further would backfire.

Han Youwei didn’t reply. She just kept puffing her cheeks, glaring at him with that same cute ferocity.

"Talk. Talk. Are you going to talk?"

Seeing her stay silent with puffed cheeks, Chuyun started poking them.

After a few pokes, he noticed how springy they felt. A light poke would bounce right back.

But why wouldn’t they deflate? Chuyun refused to believe it. If he couldn’t pop Han Youwei’s silly cheeks today, he’d spell his name backward.

Using both hands, Chuyun poked her hamster-like cheeks relentlessly. With a soft *pop*, they finally deflated.

Satisfied, Chuyun flicked her forehead again. "Han Youwei, enough messing around. Back to class. I’m tired, even if you’re not."

He grabbed her soft, pale hand, pulled her up, and led her out of the cafeteria.

Sob… Why was Chuyun so mean? How could he take advantage of her like this? She’d been flicked into a silly girl, and now even hand-holding felt meaningless. Han Youwei was utterly heartbroken.

She’d give Chuyun one more chance. If he still tried to take advantage, she’d show him a silly girl’s wrath!

Just outside the cafeteria, Chuyun felt Han Youwei stop walking. She tugged his sleeve. He turned, exasperated. "Han Youwei, what now? What do you want?"

"Chuyun, I really am a silly girl now!" Her cute face was dead serious. Then she added, "Because you flicked me!"

Chuyun nearly cried. Why did this silly girl keep calling herself dumb? She’d always insisted she wasn’t before. And now she blamed him for making her this way? He was so tired.

Why did he have to deal with her?

He shouldn’t spoil her. Yesterday she’d been annoying but obedient. Today? Annoying and disobedient.

Chuyun decided to play along. "Yeah, you’re a silly girl because of me. So what?"

Han Youwei had wanted him to take responsibility. But his stern look made her timidly lower her head—she was still a little scared.

*Han Youwei, you can do this!* she urged herself. *Don’t let him think a silly girl is easy to bully. Show him your strength!*

Gathering courage, she lifted her head. Fear still flickered on her face, but she stammered out, "I-I was flicked into a silly girl by you, Chuyun… You have to take responsibility…"

"Hmm, Han Youwei. How exactly should I take responsibility?"

Chuyun almost lost it. What was in this silly girl’s head? Why did he owe her anything for making her dumb? Did she really think a few flicks could turn someone stupid?

"You don’t have to do much… Just do something that makes me feel good…"

Hehe, Chuyun was finally taking responsibility! Being a silly girl wasn’t so bad if it meant getting those lovely, comfy things.

Something that feels good?

Chuyun was confused. Did she mean hand-holding or head pats? He knew she loved those. Seriously, why beat around the bush? Just ask—he was used to it.

"I’ll pat your head later. Hand-holding for now, okay?"

"Not patting or hand-holding!"

"Huh? If not that, then what?"

Chuyun was truly lost. Weren’t those her favorite things? What else could she want?

"Patting, hugging, lap-sitting, cuddling!" Han Youwei’s pale cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly looked at him. Saying it aloud was embarrassing.

What new game was this?

He understood hugging, but patting? Lap-sitting? Cuddling? He had no clue what those meant. And when had this silly girl even come up with these four things? He knew they couldn’t be good.

"It’s what you do with your sister Xia Shiqi! I want it too!" Han Youwei gazed at him pitifully. After being flicked into a silly girl, she deserved these comfy compensations.

"..."

Chuyun hadn’t expected this. No wonder she’d been spacing out in the cafeteria—she’d been thinking about this.

But he wouldn’t agree. One Xia Shiqi was enough trouble. These things were too intimate. He simply couldn’t do them for her.

"Han Youwei, that’s not happening. Think of something else."