"Do you like this song? I'll sing it for you."
"No, I don't want to listen. Shut up." Su Yinhe disdained his noise.
Su Yinhe indicated silence.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous for the moment, that surely wouldn't stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an obedient face.
"Thanks for your consideration, but it's not needed." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Tsk, I offer my concern and you don't want it, like a wild boar who can't appreciate fine bran." Su Yinhe was now spirited.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"No one. 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 was talking about him.
Too bad he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe said, extending her hand towards him.
