"I declare that Snail Noodles are the eternal god!" After finishing his meal, Lin Murong suddenly clutched his stomach, stood up, and shouted loudly.
Su Yinhe: "...Ah yes, exactly."
"Why the hesitation? Don't you think Snail Noodles are delicious? You just had a bowl, right? And now you're actually saying you don't like Snail Noodles?"
Lin Murong even started to question her.
Su Yinhe: "..."
She felt as powerless as a nun being falsely accused of adultery.
"Why aren't you speaking? Say something," Lin Murong leaned in, grabbing Su Yinhe's shoulders with both hands.
And then he began to shake her vigorously.
Su Yinhe felt dizzy from being shaken.
"Enough, stop it," Su Yinhe pushed his hands away.
No good, she felt nauseous from being shaken right after eating.
She sometimes really envied Lin Murong; he could eat so much and still move around violently afterwards without any issues.
Indeed, there are differences between people.
