Lin Murong didn't really like drinking coffee because it was bitter, and he didn't fancy bitter stuff.
Lots of cream.
Even if he felt somewhat nauseous at the moment, it wasn't to the extent of not eating at all.
"I'm being considerate of you," said Su Yinhe with an innocent face.
"Thanks for your consideration, but I don't need it," he said, not fooled into thinking she didn't have an ulterior motive.
"Ugh, so much care and you don't want it. A wild boar doesn't eat fine bran," Su Yinhe now seemed quite spirited.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be. Who could I possibly be talking about," Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong looked at her; no, it wasn't a feeling, she definitely was talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe held out her hand towards him.
