Zhao Rong stayed silent, simply watching her.
Expecting him to take the initiative and pull her close, Su Xiaoxiao saw that this blockhead still hadn't caught on and come forward to coax her, offering a way out of the awkwardness.
She stretched out her hand to rub her swollen eyes, nudged her feet gently, and took a step forward on her own. She wrapped her arms around the blockhead's arm, and affectionately bumped her little head against his left shoulder.
"Teacher Zhu has made up with me, it's... it's just me overthinking, um, why didn't you explain it to me clearly... making me imagine things."
Su Xiaoxiao reached out her little hand and lightly pinched the flesh on his waist. After crying, her slightly husky voice had lost some of its crispness, but it was still cute and coquettish.
She felt a little reluctant to let go, and after pinching his waist, she rubbed the spot again and nestled her little head against Zhao Rong's arm.
The latter remained silent.
