Lin Murong broke Su Yinhe's glass, leaving shards all over the floor.
"I'm telling you, you missed out, do you know that? That was delicious."
Even if he was feeling temporarily nauseated, it didn't mean he couldn't eat.
"I was being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"Thanks for your consideration, but it's not needed." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Tsk, I show some concern and you don't want it; a boar can't appreciate fine bran." Su Yinhe was all perked up now.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly say?" Su Yinhe spread her hands in a shrug.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong looked at her—no, not just a feeling, she was talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe said, holding out her hand to him.
