Wei Anning quickly got up from on top of him, but just as she was halfway up, he pulled her back, and her forehead collided with his solid muscles. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she pouted in complaint, "So hard."
The man laughed meaningfully, "Madam, saying something like that can easily lead to misunderstandings."
Wei Anning pondered his words for a moment and, realizing their implication, her face flushed with heat. She glared at him, "Only your thoughts are unhealthy. I clearly didn't say anything."
"If Madam's thoughts were healthy, how would you know what I'm talking about?"
"..." Wei Anning got up and sat properly, trying to retrieve her notebook, but Leng Youchen wouldn't give it to her, "Are you drawing me?"
Caught red-handed, Wei Anning had no choice but to nod, "Mm-hm, you have the most perfect profile I've ever seen. I couldn't help but sketch it down. I do have a talent for drawing, but my dad won't let me learn."
