I have to say that anyone who can eat spicy food has more or less some subtle desire to win - when it comes to eating spicy food.
For example, Su Qingluan, although she is considered to be "relatively good at eating spicy food" nationwide, if she is placed in a "spicier" area like Jiangxi and Hunan, her ability to eat spicy food is not enough.
Even so, every time she ate spicy food with friends from Hunan or Jiangxi, even if it was so spicy that it cramped her stomach and intestines, as long as there were no obvious symptoms like sweating or noticeably swollen lips, Su Qingluan would act nonchalant and say, "It's not spicy? Why can't you eat it?"
For this reason, she actually paid a heavy price for her stubbornness in her previous life - of course, it was usually Juhua who paid the price.
Therefore, as a veteran tough talker, she knows very well what the reaction of people who can't stand spicy food but are trying hard to endure it will be like - after all, no matter how strong a person's subjective will is, the body's subconscious reaction cannot be deceived.
For example, human will cannot control the secretion of sweat by the sweat glands of the human body. For example, although people can overcome the stinging sensation caused by chili peppers, they cannot decide whether the skin will develop a rash or swell up after the chili peppers come into contact with the skin.
So when Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, although his expression was still calm, the abnormally bright lip color and the beads of sweat slowly seeping out of his forehead still showed the fact that he was not feeling well.
"Mu Xingzhi, stop eating." Su Qingluan looked at the man opposite her and returned the handkerchief he had just used to wipe her tears to him. "Wipe the sweat from your forehead."
As she spoke, she reached out with a handkerchief to wipe Mu Xingzhi's face.
In fact, this action is somewhat ambiguous. Even though Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi are a couple in the eyes of outsiders, it is normal for a wife to wipe the sweat off her husband's face. However, both Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi know that the actual situation is not the case at all.
So under normal circumstances, Su Qingluan would never reach out and do this action herself - because she wanted to avoid suspicion.
What's more, Su Qingluan now knows one more thing: the face in front of her that belongs to "Mu Xingzhi" is the result of disguise, so for the sake of caution, Su Qingluan will never touch the face in front of her, because she is afraid that she will be careless and destroy the disguise.
Although Su Qingluan knew rationally that this disguise should not be so easy to destroy and should not be so fragile, even so, she preferred to face the face that belonged to "Mu Xingzhi", even if this face was fake.
Of course, that's under normal circumstances.
Now Su Qingluan felt that this was the first time in her life that she had consumed such a large amount of spicy food, so she felt a little dizzy and her whole body became lightheaded. She was not very clear-headed, so she didn't know why she wiped the sweat off the man opposite her.
Her movements were far from gentle, and she wiped with her hands, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. She murmured in dissatisfaction as she wiped: "It's obviously a disguise, why am I still sweating? How did you do this? I can't even see the sweat pores..." As she spoke, she swayed her hands and went to remove the layer of disguise on her forehead.
Then, she felt that her wrist was not responding to her control.
Su Qingluan looked down with some dissatisfaction, only to find that Mu Xingzhi had already gently held her wrist.
The man's strength was not too great, because Su Qingluan did not feel any pain or discomfort, but it was obvious that the strength was not small, because Su Qingluan struggled several times but failed to free her wrist.
Now she had no interest in studying the disguise anymore. She slapped Mu Xingzhi's hand unhappily and said, "Hey, what are you holding me for? Let me go!"
Although Su Qingluan's tone was fierce, her voice was somewhat weak. Unlike her usual crisp and clear speaking style, Su Qingluan now spoke as if at 0.75 times the speed, with a subtle sense of dragging.
Mu Xingzhi smiled helplessly and said, "Qingluan, you are drunk."
"I'm drunk?" Su Qingluan pulled her hand away disdainfully, stood in front of Mu Xingzhi, and pointed at the small wine cup. "I just took a few sips of this juice-like wine, how could I be drunk?"
Mu Xingzhi thought of the last glass of wine he had just poured for Su Qingluan, and recalled the amount of wine left in the jar. He was afraid that without realizing it, and intentionally, most of the wine in the jar had gone into the stomach of the person in front of him.
Su Qingluan ate and drank at the same time, treating the wine as a beverage, so she naturally had no way of noticing it. However, Mu Xingzhi was the one who brewed the wine himself, so he naturally knew how good the wine was.
Although this wine has a rich fruity aroma and is sweet and sour, it has been specially brewed. Although you can't really taste the alcohol, it has a strong aftertaste.
Su Qingluan drank half a jar of wine, but not only did she not get drunk and pass out, she was even able to have a conversation with Mu Xingzhi. Although she was not in a very sober state, it was enough to show that she had a pretty good alcohol tolerance - at least much better than Song Bo who fell asleep on the table after drinking four small cups.
But it was obvious that Su Qingluan was also very drunk, otherwise she would never have overstepped the boundaries and made those strange movements just now.
Although his stomach felt a little hot and uncomfortable from eating too many spicy chicken nuggets, Mu Xingzhi knew that it was rare for Su Qingluan to be drunk - he learned from Yang and Su Guangfu that even when Su Qingluan was at her mother's house, she only drank a little and never drank excessively.
After today, with this woman's vigilance towards her and knowing that her drunkenness might be due to her deliberate guidance, Su Qingluan was determined not to drink easily again.
So such an opportunity is very rare and only comes once.
So Mu Xingzhi ignored the burning discomfort in his stomach, the dizziness in his head from the chili peppers, and the sweat on his forehead. He wanted to ask the question that had been bothering him, the question that had made all his investigations come to nothing, and the question that Su Qingluan had clearly not told the truth -
Who are you, where are you from, and what is your plan in coming to me?
He knew that Su Qingluan had no ill intentions, and he also saw that Su Qingluan was very cooperative in the matter. However, Mu Xingzhi's character was destined to not allow any unstable factors to exist. So although he would not be so cruel as to kill Su Qingluan because of this doubt and uncertainty, he would not give up any opportunity to spy on her secrets.
...That was what he originally planned, but the reason he said "originally" was because something ruined his original plan.
It was Su Qingluan, or to be more precise, Su Qingluan's hand.
The hands that had escaped his bonds now once again touched the sides of his cheeks and then – squeezed them hard into a grotesque shape.
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