Su Yinhe was cracking open cream-flavored sunflower seeds with a somewhat gloomy expression.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he was feeling a bit nauseous at the moment, it couldn't be bad enough to stop eating altogether.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe claimed sweetly.
"I appreciate your consideration, but it's unnecessary," he retorted, not fooled into thinking she didn't have an agenda.
"Cut it out, not appreciating my concern, you're like a boar that won't eat fine bran," Su Yinhe now seemed more spirited.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong couldn't believe his ears.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong said, looking at her. No, it wasn't a feeling. She definitely was talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at the evidence," Su Yinhe said, stretching out her hand to him.
