Love can be frightening when it's too overwhelming.
He had worked hard to cook it all.
If he didn't eat, the meal would just be cheap for those two.
He found them particularly annoying right now.
Li Yifa, that ingrate.
The person he cared for had run off to cozy up to Su Yinhe.
Su Yinhe, ugh... stealing his thunder.
Though Su Yinhe hadn't actively stolen it, she had passively accepted it, which made Lin Murong annoyed with her.
He felt utterly pathetic and thought he needed to eat more—to compensate himself.
Su Yinhe had asked Lin Murong to cook Lemon Boneless Chicken Feet, but she didn't eat much, just a few before she didn't feel like eating any more, leaving the rest for Lin Murong and Li Yifa.
She felt sleepy.
Time to sleep.
Winter was made for sleeping.
Rainy days, too, were for sleeping.
Summer was perfect for sleeping under an air conditioner with a quilt.
Having eaten and drunk her fill, Su Yinhe went off to sleep.
