"I'm at home, lying in bed reading a book,"
Yan Bo didn't want Tong Xiaohua to worry, so he told a little white lie.
Tong Xiaohua had no reason to doubt him and asked curiously, "What book are you reading?" No sooner had she finished the question than she realized she had asked something silly, "Oh, never mind, I'm sure I wouldn't understand the books you read."
Just thinking about the books in various languages on his shelf gave Tong Xiaohua a headache.
The man on the other side of the phone laughed, "Yes, you certainly wouldn't understand; I'm reading about the adult world."
Tong Xiaohua didn't know he was just making it up, and hearing his laughter, she took it to mean he was hinting she was a child who couldn't understand the adult world, which annoyed her a bit.
"I am an adult as well, how come I wouldn't understand the adult world?"
"Alright then! Next time you come over, we'll read it together!" Yan Bo's tone was now even more amused.
