Beneath the peach blossom tree, Cheng Yu was studying the storybook in his hands with a critical eye. Yes, the kind aimed at women.
Beside Cheng Yu, Snow Spirit guiltily gazed up at the flower buds overhead, twisting her fingers behind her back.
After a long while, Cheng Yu speechlessly lowered the book and turned to the Little Girl beside him.
"I have two questions."
Without waiting for Snow Spirit to speak, Cheng Yu asked,
"First question: where did you get the money to buy this storybook?"
After hemming and hawing for ages, Snow Spirit said,
"I... I found it on the Back Mountain."
Under Cheng Yu's scrutinizing gaze, Snow Spirit pouted.
"Yuyu, you don't believe me? Lingling is so sad. Boohoo..."
Snow Spirit wanted to imitate the way Cheng Yu covered his mouth when he cried, but before she could show off her acting skills, Cheng Yu tapped her on the head with the book.
"Ow!"
Snow Spirit clutched her head and looked at Cheng Yu with tearful eyes, apparently still hoping to play the victim. But at his rather pointed look, she sheepishly lowered her hands.
"Hehehe."
Cheng Yu rolled his eyes at her. The little brat was young, but she certainly knew how to put on a show.
Although Cheng Yu was worried about Snow Spirit's obsession with novels aimed at women, at least when it came to honesty, the little girl had never actually lied.
Watching Snow Spirit grin foolishly at him, Cheng Yu could no longer keep up his pretense of anger. Looking at her with some exasperation, he continued,
"Then can you tell me why you love reading these books so much?"
Snow Spirit tilted her head. After thinking it over at length, she finally blurted out,
"Um... I don't know either."
Cheng Yu