Lin Murong, on a whim, had made himself a cream cake.
Lots of cream.
Even though he felt a bit nauseous at the moment, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being thoughtful of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent look.
"Thanks for your thoughtfulness, but no thanks," he replied, not fooled by her agenda.
"Whatever, showing concern and you don't want it, like a wild boar can't appreciate fine bran," Su Yinhe now seemed quite lively.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? I couldn't possibly be talking about anyone," Su Yinhe said, spreading her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong stared at her, no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was indeed talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Proof. I only believe in proof," Su Yinhe said, stretching out her hand toward him.
