The Little Fox pouted coquettishly. "I should have just laid on top of you without asking. Would Zhengran really have the heart to hit me?"
Lin Zhengran rewarded her with a flick to the forehead.
The Little Fox let out an obliging, "Ah!"
It didn't hurt, but that didn't stop her from pressing her face against his arm in grievance, clutching her forehead. "It hurts so much~"
"Stop faking it. I barely used any force."
She peeked out with one eye. "Even if you didn't use any force, I still have to cry out in pain. Otherwise, how would Zhengran ever feel sorry for me? It hurts~"
Lin Zhengran was already used to her cheeky banter. He simply scoffed and didn't say another word.
After that, Han Wenwen obediently used her arms as a pillow and rested her head on the desk. Her non-existent nine fox tails seemed to sway gently, with some curling around Lin Zhengran's thigh. She quietly studied the side of his face as he wrote.
