Hua Manman whipped her head around angrily, glaring at the man with her big, beautiful eyes.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm still trying to write."
Although her tone was accusatory, paired with her puffed-out cheeks, she looked just like a feisty little kitten—utterly adorable.
Li Ji felt not a shred of guilt at being caught in the act.
The corners of his lips curved up, and his long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, giving him the smile of a devilish enchanter.
"Calligraphy requires absolute concentration. You shouldn't let external things distract you."
His meaning was clear: even if he got handsy with her, she was supposed to focus on her writing and not be so easily distracted.
In other words, it wasn't his fault for not being able to keep his hands to himself; it was her fault for not being focused enough.
Hua Manman instantly puffed up with anger, just like a blowfish.
'This man is absolutely shameless!'
