Xiao Yeyu.

Ling Yunxi looked up with a cold expression.

But then he bumped into an extremely handsome face.

She had a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned corners, and peacock blue eyes that, even in the shadows, revealed a subtle shimmer.

He had a high, straight nose and lips with a half-smile.

His lips were a rosy red, adding a touch of vibrancy to his handsome appearance.

Her long, dark blue hair fell naturally, and her slightly open, dark green robe revealed her fair, delicate skin as she turned slightly to the side.

The way he looked at her today was less hostile than before, and more inquisitive.

The moment Ling Yunxi looked up.

Chi Yanling's pupils widened slightly, and he suddenly didn't know what to do. He quickly shifted his gaze and scratched the back of his neck.

Like a beast that has done something wrong.

"Xiao Yeyu, what are you looking at?"

Chi Yanling was trying to divert attention from something.

Ling Yunxi shifted her gaze to Xiao Yeyu, who was looking at the book in front of her.

"What you're looking at, that's what I'm looking at."

Xiao Yeyu made no attempt to hide his true feelings; he even picked up the notebook in front of Ling Yunxi.

He frowned and examined it closely.

I read one page, then turned to the next.

He couldn't understand the words she wrote with his feathers no matter how hard he looked at them.

"Little chubby girl, what do you mean by writing this?"

You wouldn't understand even if I told you.

Ling Yunxi didn't even bother to explain; she reached out to take back her notebook.

Xiao Yeyu raised the notebook, looking smug: "How would I understand if you didn't tell me?"

Ling Yunxi rolled her eyes and said directly, "Chinese, do you even know it?"

"Chinese? What is that?" Xiao Yeyu asked, his amber eyes filled with confusion.

"See? I told you, and you understood."

"Give it back to me." Ling Yunxi got up and reached for it.

But Xiao Yeyu was too tall for her; she couldn't reach him at all.

"No, unless you explain to me what Chinese is."