"Uh... Yan Huan, I really have no idea what An Le is thinking... I was just thinking she wanted to make up with me..."
Saying this, Spencer painfully grabbed his hair, making it all messy, like a little cat with its fur standing on end.
But even so, he couldn't relieve his frustration, so he turned his head and hugged Yan Huan's waist, rubbing against her incessantly.
"Bang!"
As a result, static electricity built up as his hair rubbed against Yan Huan's clothes, and gave her little face a shock.
"Ouch!"
She held her face in surprise, sat up a bit straighter, and looked around as if suspecting Santa's nemesis Krampus had secretly smacked her with a stick.
"Pfft..."
That silly expression made Yan Huan chuckle, and she couldn't help but stroke her head, pondering,
"Since An Le voted for you, it shows that your relationship isn't entirely beyond repair, and she probably wants to make up with you too, right?"
