Wen Ying felt that twitching her lips would be rather unsightly, so she resisted the urge.
A fox that could write was already a wonder of the world. Why demand its handwriting be beautiful, too?
Plenty of people had handwriting that looked like a trail of ants.
Wen Ying quickly adjusted her attitude.
"Little White, if you enjoy writing, you should set aside some time to practice your calligraphy every day."
She thought she'd phrased it tactfully enough. There was no way it could have hurt Little White's pride.
Little White, who had been writing, froze mid-stroke at Wen Ying's words. RIIIP. A tear appeared in the paper.
Little White's face was a mask of defiance!
'I want to refuse!'
'Can I refuse?'
'Why do I have to practice calligraphy even when I'm a fox?'
'I'm not human! Why should I have to study or practice writing?!'
'When I was a kit at home, my fox-dad and fox-mom were always making me learn this and that. I was so tired of it.'
