Su Yinhe had become addicted to eating pineapples, eating them until her mouth bled.
Sometimes, one just craves something sour and spicy.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous at the moment, it wasn't to the extent that he'd stop eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"I appreciate your consideration, but it's not necessary." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Tch, you won't accept my care, like a wild boar can't appreciate fine bran." Su Yinhe was now in high spirits.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be. I couldn't possibly be talking about anyone," Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong said, looking at her. No, it wasn't a feeling; she was talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
