Compared to a banana milkshake, he still preferred banana-flavored cookies.
"I can't possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous for the moment, it wasn't enough to stop eating altogether.
"I'm being considerate here," said Su Yinhe with an innocent look.
"Thanks for your considerateness, but it's not needed." He knew exactly what she was up to.
"Ugh, don't want my care, huh? Fine, wild boars can't appreciate fine bran," Su Yinhe suddenly perked up.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly mean?" Su Yinhe shrugged.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her—it wasn't just a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Too bad he had no evidence.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe said, extending her hand toward him.