"But I'm all thumbs," Lin Murong sobbed, covering his head.
Sometimes, you just crave something sour and spicy.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous temporarily, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate," Su Yinhe said innocently.
"Thanks for the consideration, but it's not needed." He wasn't fooled; he knew exactly what she was scheming.
"Ugh, don't want my concern, fine, a boar can't appreciate fine chaff," Su Yinhe was now spirited.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly mean?" Su Yinhe shrugged.
"I have a feeling you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her, no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Sadly, he had no proof.
"Proof, I only look at proof," Su Yinhe said, stretching out her hand towards him.
