"Wanda???"
Coming back to his senses, Hawking looked at Wanda in his arms, his mind full of question marks.
How had Wanda kissed him and ended up in his arms during that brief moment when his mind had wandered?
That shouldn't have happened. With his reflexes, he should have been able to catch her in that situation. Why had his mind blanked for a moment, leaving him half a beat too slow?
"Oops, Older Brother, I wanted to get up and look at the scenery over there, but I accidentally twisted my ankle. I didn't hurt you when I bumped into you, did I?"
Wanda pointed at the distant view, then looked up at Hawking with watery eyes.
She secretly roared inwardly:
"Ferris wheel kiss achieved!"
"Oh, I'm fine. Is your ankle okay? Let me take a look."
The moment Hawking heard that Wanda had twisted her ankle, he immediately helped her up and seated her beside him, then began examining it.
Although what had just happened seemed a little strange, he didn't think too much about it.
Maybe, just as Wanda had said, it had been an accident. They had simply kissed and embraced by mistake.
And it would have been pretty awkward to dwell on it now.
After all, Wanda was a grown girl now, not like before.
When she had first entered Mutant Academy, Wanda had often crawled into his bed because she was scared, but she had been a child then.
Wanda was still a child now, but in appearance she was already no less mature than an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl. They were not related by blood, so they needed to be a little more careful.
"Which foot did you twist?"
Hawking checked both of Wanda's feet but found no redness or swelling.
Wanda pointed