"If this lingering issue isn't resolved," he thought, "it'll cause trouble sooner or later." But he was lazy and didn't want to think about it.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous for the moment, it wasn't to the extent of not eating at all.
"I'm being considerate of you," said Su Yinhe with an obedient look on her face.
"I appreciate your concern, but it's not needed." He wasn't fooled; he knew exactly what she was up to.
"Tsk, caring for you but you don't want it; you can't feed fine bran to a boar," Su Yinhe was quite spirited now.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who else could I possibly be referring to?" Su Yinhe spread her hands innocently.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong watched her, no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was definitely referring to him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
"Proof, I only believe in proof," Su Yinhe demanded, holding out her hand.
