"Do you like him or me?"
"You should have a bit of self-awareness, don't you think?"
"Not really," Su Yinhe said, spreading her hands.
"Hmm... both have dishes," Su Yinhe replied casually.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was astounded.
Even if he felt nauseous temporarily, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"Thanks for the consideration, but I don't need it," he said, suspecting she had an ulterior motive.
"Fine, reject my care. It's like offering fine bran to a wild boar—it's wasted!" Su Yinhe was now quite lively.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly mean?" Su Yinhe spread her hands again.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her, no, it wasn't just a feeling; she was indeed speaking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
