Lin Murong ate so much, so much, until he was finally full.
After he had eaten his fill, he began to hold Su Yinhe and cry.
"Galaxy... wu wu wu wu... You have no idea, I almost starved to death. Just a little bit... just a little bit and I would've starved to death. Then you would never see me again..." Lin Murong cried miserably.
His cries were so pitiful that Su Yinhe could hardly break free.
Although, really, the smell was overpowering.
Su Yinhe was struggling with it.
"Okay, okay, you... can you let go first?" Her clothes, oh.
"No, I must talk to you properly about the days I've been through." Lin Murong wouldn't let go; he needed to cry.
Su Yinhe: "..."
She had been so worried about Lin Murong that she had selectively ignored the smell, but now...
Ah.
It was quite suffocating.
If he didn't let go soon, she might pass out.
"Talk is talk, but let go first. Look at yourself, why don't you take a bath first?" Su Yinhe wondered if she was being too gentle in her wording.
