Eating hot pot, how could we not have beef rolls?
Murong adored them, although he had many loves. Yes, he fell in love with each one he met.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous for the moment, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate," Su Yinhe said sweetly.
"Thanks for your thoughtfulness, but it's unnecessary," he said, sure that she was up to something.
"Geez, offer you some care and you turn it down, like a wild boar snubbing fine bran," Su Yinhe suddenly perked up.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Murong couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Nobody, who else could it be? Who could I possibly mean?" Su Yinhe shrugged.
"I have a feeling you're talking about me." Murong stared at her. No, it wasn't just a feeling — she was definitely talking about him.
Sadly, he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only accept evidence," Su Yinhe said, holding out her hand.
