Looking at Ye Zixuan's somewhat stubborn expression, Wang Hao's heart couldn't help but be moved. He gently pinched her delicate cheeks and said, "You, you're really a silly girl!"
Ye Zixuan didn't respond, just letting out a "giggle" of laughter. Her pretty face was all smiles, and her dimples were like elusive reflections on the water, barely visible and utterly captivating.
Suddenly, her bright eyes twinkled twice as she, propped up by her hands on her cheeks, asked, "Uncle, can I ask you a question?"
Wang Hao looked at the books laid out on Ye Zixuan's desk, Advanced Mathematics, Ancient Chinese Studies, History of European and American Art, and couldn't help but frown. "Girl, I'm a poor student, so don't ask anything too tough."
Ye Zixuan laughed and said, "Okay, how about making sentences?"
After speaking, she quickly added another sentence, "It's just like what we learn in the first grade of primary school, that's not hard, is it!"