"Your taste could really use some work, what with your knack for picking the unluckiest ones to like."
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he did feel a bit nauseous for the moment, that surely wouldn't stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but I don't need it," he retorted, not fooled into thinking she wasn't up to something.
"Pfft, showing you care and you don't want it, you're like a boar who can't enjoy fine bran." Su Yinhe was quite lively now.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong stared at her in disbelief.
"No one. Who else could it be. Who could I possibly be talking about," Su Yinhe said, spreading her hands.
"I have this feeling that you're talking about me," Lin Murong watched her, no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
