"There is a man." Cheng Yang removed Xiao Ying's hands from her ears, and his low and magnetic voice sounded slowly. "He lives in a small wooden house. The small wooden house is in a deserted forest. There are many animals in this forest, and the man's neighbor is a cute monkey. This monkey bumped into a watermelon when he went out today."
The redness in Xiao Ying's face faded with Cheng Yang's words.
She knew that she had misunderstood him.
"Little Monkey had never seen a watermelon before, so he has gone to look for other monkeys with the watermelon in his arms. The other monkeys have never seen one before either, so they don't know if this thing can be eaten."
Cheng Yang pretended to look at the book in his hand.
He even carefully blocked Xiao Ying from seeing anything she shouldn't.
Xiao Ying had never seen such a gentle and attentive air on Cheng Yang.
She stared blankly at his face.
