Lin Murong was determined to turn a lemon sweet.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Even if he felt a bit sick, it wasn't enough to stop eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," said Su Yinhe with an innocent look on her face.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but I don't need it." He wasn't fooled; he knew exactly what she was up to.
"Ugh, caring for you isn't even appreciated, a boar can't eat fine bran." Su Yinhe was lively now.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could it be? I couldn't possibly be talking about anyone," Su Yinhe said, shrugging her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her—no, it wasn't just a feeling; she was indeed talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only believe in evidence," Su Yinhe said, extending her hand towards him.
