He folded a paper airplane, exhaled, and sent it flying out.
Su Yinhe: "Childish."
"Do you like eating Crispy Corners?"
"I don't like them, I just enjoy the crunching sound." Su Yinhe said, continuing to crunch away.
Lin Murong's words had zero credibility, but after Su Yinhe watched him for a bit, she decided to believe him after some hesitation.
"Here, take it, really." After giving some to him, Su Yinhe just sat next to him and watched him eat.
"You... why are you watching me? Do you want some, too?" Lin Murong asked her as he continued munching.
"Scram. If I wanted some, would I give them to you? If I wanted to eat, I'd eat them myself. Would I even give them to you?"
"That's also true. You're not short of these, I am. Hehehe." Lin Murong chuckled and continued eating.
Then he quickly finished another one.
And it looked like he was still not satisfied.
Su Yinhe: "..."
"That, do you want some fried chicken racks?" Su Yinhe beat him to the punch and asked first.
