Su Yinhe felt very unlucky and punched Lin Murong.
A lot of cream.
Even though he felt a bit nauseous, it wasn't to the extent of not eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said, her face the picture of innocence.
"Thanks for your consideration, but I don't need it," he said, not fooled by her intentions.
"Tsk, showing concern and you don't want it, like a boar that can't eat fine bran," Su Yinhe was suddenly quite spirited.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could it be. Whom could I possibly mean?" Su Yinhe spread her hands innocently.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong said, staring at her, no, not just feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
"Evidence. I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe said, holding out her hand at him.
