"I think I don't need exercise..." Lin Murong said weakly.
"I don't need what you think, I need what I think," Su Yinhe was very domineering.
Damn.
She was really cool.
Su Yinhe flicked her bangs.
So cool.
"You're being... undemocratic, you know that?" Lin Murong still tried to resist.
"Democratic? You eat mine, sleep in mine, drink mine, and you talk democracy with me?"
Lin Murong: "...Fine, let's talk about feelings then."
"Feelings? The feelings of washing dishes?" Su Yinhe continued to ask.
"You, you, you... Fine, for the sake of our relationship, I'll just wash the dishes." He really spent a lot to maintain their relationship.
Damn.
And this woman, huh, damn it.
"Still reluctantly? Look at how much you ate, shouldn't you be happy to go wash?"
Lin Murong: "Do you really want to push me to death? Yinhe, that's cold-hearted of you."
Su Yinhe was bewildered, even that could be blamed on her.
