He ignored his pleas. He was just that kind of man—cold and heartless.
His heart was colder than a kitchen knife.
Yet this was a meal he had painstakingly prepared.
If he didn't eat it, it would be dirt cheap for those two.
Now he found those two particularly unbearable to look at.
Li Yifa, a thankless wretch.
The person he took care of had run off to woo Su Yinhe.
Su Yinhe, wuu wuu wuu... stealing his credit.
Even though Su Yinhe wasn't actively stealing it—she was passively accepting it—Lin Murong still found her disagreeable.
He felt so pitiful. He decided to eat more, to compensate himself.
Although Su Yinhe had asked Murong to make Lemon Boneless Chicken Feet, she didn't eat much. After a few, she didn't want any more and left the rest to Murong and Li Yifa.
Tired.
Sleep.
Winter is made for sleeping.
Rainy days are also for sleeping.
Summer is for sleeping under the air conditioning with an AC blanket.
