"I want to eat Fried Meatballs."
"No more." Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"Um... there are vegetables." Su Yinhe responded.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was stunned.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous, he wouldn't just stop eating.
"I'm being considerate," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"I appreciate your concern, but it's not needed." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Psh, caring for you and you don't want it? A wild boar doesn't eat fine bran." Su Yinhe was all spirited now.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who else could I say?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong gazed at her, no, not just a feeling, she was indeed talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence." Su Yinhe stretched out her hand toward him.
