Lin Murong burst into song.
"I can possibly not eat?" Lin Murong looked shocked.
Even if he felt a bit queasy temporarily, it wasn't to the point of not eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"I appreciate your consideration, but it's not needed," he retorted, not fooled by her ulterior motives.
"Ugh, caring for you and you don't want it; a wild boar turns up its nose at fine bran," Su Yinhe was suddenly all spirited.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"No one. Who else could it be? Who else could I be talking about?" Su Yinhe shrugged.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong stared at her, no, not just a feeling, she was talking about him.
Sadly, he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe said, holding out her hand to him.
