Sometimes, people just crave something sour and spicy.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even though he felt a bit nauseous temporarily, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said innocently.
"Thanks for your consideration, but it's not needed." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Psh, you don't want care, just like a boar can't appreciate fine bran." Su Yinhe seemed more spirited now.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I say?" Su Yinhe shrugged.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong looked at her—no, it wasn't a feeling, she was indeed talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at the evidence," Su Yinhe said as she extended her hand towards him.
