"Can't you appreciate me just a little? Am I that embarrassing?" Lin Murong accused with a face full of protests.
Even if he felt a bit nauseated at the moment, that didn't mean he couldn't eat.
"I'm just being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"Thanks for your consideration, but I don't need it." Don't think he didn't know what she was scheming.
"Tch, concern wasted on you, like pearls before swine." Su Yinhe was all sprightly now.
"Who are you calling a pig?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong watched her—no, it wasn't a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no evidence.
"Evidence, I only believe in evidence," Su Yinhe said, extending her hand towards him.
