Nie Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Hao, the dimples on her cheeks subtly appearing, stirring one's heart.
Wang Hao felt uneasy under Nie Xiaoxiao's gaze, offered an embarrassed smile, and asked, "Xiaoxiao, what have you been up to lately?"
Nie Xiaoxiao smiled without showing her teeth, the very image of a lady, as she answered, "Studying. As the saying goes, 'Literature enriches the soul,' right?"
Wang Hao nodded vigorously in agreement, "Yes, yes, literature does enrich the soul. So what books have you been reading?"
Nie Xiaoxiao replied, "The One Hundred Thousand Whys!"
"Pfft!"
Wang Hao, who had just taken a sip of his drink, spat it out on the spot.
"The One Hundred Thousand Whys is a great book that can spark curiosity!"
Nie Xiaoxiao, like a curious baby, asked, "Why is it a good book, and why does it spark curiosity?"
Wang Hao's face was covered in metaphorical black lines: "..."
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