"You can't just go eating at this time. Or… sneak a snack. You aren't planning to eat at this time from now on, are you?" Su Yinhe was speechless.
"It all depends on my stomach. When it's hungry, I eat," Lin Murong said while nibbling on chicken feet.
Su Yinhe: "…"
Truly speechless, seriously speechless.
"You know, this time is meant for sleeping, not for… eating. Do you understand?"
"But my stomach is really hungry, I can't sleep," Lin Murong said, sounding aggrieved. He took his grievance up a notch.
Su Yinhe: "…"
"Let me teach you, next time, if you're still hungry and can't sleep at this time. Find a brick and smash your head against it, and hey, guess what, you'll fall asleep!" Su Yinhe enthusiastically suggested.
Lin Murong: "…"
"Galaxy, I… well… am not a fool. Although I might seem a bit like a fool sometimes, I really am not one." Don't treat him like a fool.
It was an insult.
