Xue Xi flipped through the book.
Xiang Huai, who had prepared the breakfast, lazily sat on the chair and looked at her. He asked in a low voice, "Why?"
Xue Xi looked at him in surprise. "Are you reading real Buddhist scriptures?"
Xiang Huai leaned back and raised his sparkling eyes slightly. He chuckled and asked, "Little kid, what do you think I'm looking at?"
Xue Xi blinked.
Xiang Huai knocked his beautiful fingers on the table. "Mhm?"
He could describe a single character in such a circuitous fashion that it pulled at one's heartstrings.
Xue Xi paused. Thinking of Flame Number One and the chatterbox, she slowly replied, "A comic, a novel?"
Xiang Huai seemed to have heard a joke and could not help but laugh. His laughter was nice, but his words made one blush. "So you want to look at adult comics?"
Xue Xi was stunned.
