Su Yinhe felt that Lin Murong was spouting nothing but nonsense, saying anything just for a bit of food, utterly shameless.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he was a bit nauseous at the moment, it wouldn't stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"I appreciate your consideration, but I don't need it." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Che, caring for you and you don't want it, a boar can't appreciate fine bran." Now Su Yinhe was indeed spirited.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe shrugged her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her, no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Proof, I only believe in proof." Su Yinhe stretched out her hand toward him.
