Ye Zixuan pursed her lips, grinding her teeth with hatred. All the way there, she didn't give Wang Hao a single pleasant look.
Wang Hao was feeling somewhat baffled, and after coaxing her for quite a while, Ye Zixuan finally said with wide, almond-shaped eyes, "Little cow, fly fly!"
"Little cow, fly fly? What the heck is that?" Wang Hao asked, looking utterly confused.
Ye Zixuan said word by word, "Roll, calf, son!"
Wang Hao grimaced, casually grabbed Ye Zixuan's soft, boneless hand, and asked, "Girl, how about I give you a riddle?"
Ye Zixuan's expressive eyes twinkled twice in the air as she asked, "What riddle?"
Wang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Ten men peep at five women taking a bath, guess an idiom!"
Ye Zixuan pouted and complained, "Cut it out, I know this one, it's 'a blaze of color.'"
Just then, Ye Xixi came over, her face flushed, and said, "Isn't it 'attacking from both sides'?"
