"Must you torment me? Can't you go torment Chi Yan instead?" Su Yinhe asked him.
"I'm showing my affection for you, so I want to make it for you. Chi Yan gets nothing."
"Thanks a lot." Su Yinhe was once again at a loss for words.
"Oh, don't mention it. Come on, what would you like to drink?" Lin Murong acted as if he didn't understand human speech.
Su Yinhe sighed, alright then.
Since he insisted on making her a drink, she could only indulge him.
"I want a bubble tea, without the bubbles or the tea."
Lin Murong: "???"
Bubble tea without the bubbles or tea? What's left then?
"Then...what is it?"
Lin Murong felt his CPU was overheating.
"Plain water, thanks." Su Yinhe was overly polite.
Lin Murong: "..."
"I feel like you're playing with me."
Su Yinhe stood up, grabbed a throw pillow, and started hitting Lin Murong's head frantically over a dozen times.
"Wasn't it you who asked me to tell you? I did. Now get to it." Su Yinhe hit with all her might.
