Ugh... How could this be...

Han Youwei gazed up at Chuyun with pitiful, crescent-moon-bright eyes. Her pink little mouth parted slightly in shock.

She’d been so happy earlier—Chuyun was finally taking responsibility for her now that she’d turned into a little dummy. But he wouldn’t give her those comforting pats, hugs, cuddles, or lap time. How unfair!

Ugh... Chuyun was really bullying her. Why could his sister get those things but not her? Han Youwei grew more and more wronged.

He actually wanted to freeload on her little head? After knocking her into a dummy? Han Youwei was furious—truly furious this time.

She’d show Chuyun the might of a little dummy. He couldn’t treat her like this!

If Chuyun wouldn’t give her pats, hugs, cuddles, and lap time, the little dummy would take them herself!

A bold idea struck Han Youwei—and it opened a whole new world.

Why wait for Chuyun? She could take them on her own!

She felt so clever. Now Chuyun would see a little dummy’s power—he’d never expect this!

But her little head couldn’t figure out how to get those comforts just yet.

As Han Youwei wracked her brains, Chuyun watched her spacing out again. He had no clue what this silly airhead thought all day. If she knew about Xiao Qi, would she demand kisses too?

He led her toward the freshman building, hand in hand.

Soon, he felt his sleeve tugged. Chuyun turned with a sigh. “Han Youwei, what do you want now?!”

She looked up timidly. “Chuyun... my foot hurts. I can’t walk.”

“Foot pain? Really?” He eyed her suspiciously. How did it suddenly hurt? Was she tricking him into carrying her?

But with her simple mind, she probably wouldn’t lie. She was just a silly airhead.

“Really! It really hurts!” Han Youwei stamped her foot anxiously to prove it.

“Alright, alright. Han Youwei, shall I carry you?” Chuyun figured she wasn’t faking—what bad intentions could a silly airhead have?

Huh... not a hug? She’d wanted to be held, but a piggyback seemed nice too.

Blushing, Han Youwei nodded.

“Mm, climb on.” Chuyun patted her head and crouched down.

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’m moving. Don’t fall off. If you turn into a big dummy, don’t blame me.”

He worried she might tumble—he couldn’t apply logic to this silly airhead anymore. A tap on her head made her fear becoming a little dummy; a fall might make her a big one.

Overjoyed by the piggyback, Han Youwei chirped softly, “Got it!”