It has to be said that anyone who has some ability to eat spicy food has more or less subtle desire to win-about eating spicy food.
For example, Su Qingluan, although she can be considered "relatively able to eat spicy food" nationwide, if she were placed in a "spicy-medium-spicy" region like Jiangxi and Hunan, her ability to eat spicy food would not be enough. Saw it.
Even so, every time when eating spicy food with friends from Hunan or Jiangxi, even if it is spicy enough to cause gastrointestinal cramps, as long as there are no obvious symptoms on the surface, such as sweating or obviously overly swollen lips, Su Qingluan will eat spicy food. He would say nonchalantly, "Isn't it spicy? Why can't you eat it?"
For this reason, she actually paid a lot for her harsh words in her previous life - of course, it was usually Chrysanthemum who paid the price.
Therefore, as a senior fan of tough talk, she is very aware of the reaction of people who can't stand spicy food, but are trying their best to endure it - after all, no matter how strong the main will of a person is, the subconscious reaction of the human body is But it can't be deceived.
For example, it is impossible for human will to control the sweat glands of the human body to secrete sweat. For example, although a person can overcome the stinging sensation caused by chili peppers, he cannot decide whether the skin will rash or swell after the chili peppers come into contact with the skin.
So when Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, although his expression was still so calm and relaxed, the abnormally bright lip color and the beads of sweat slowly dripping from his forehead still showed that he was not present. Uncomfortable truth.
"Mu Xingzhi, don't eat it." Su Qingluan looked at the man opposite and returned the handkerchief that the other man had used to wipe her tears back to him, "Wipe the sweat from your forehead."
With that said, she took the handkerchief and stretched out her hand to wipe Mu Xingzhi's face.
In fact, this action is somewhat ambiguous. Even if Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi are husband and wife in the eyes of outsiders, it is a normal thing for a wife to wipe her husband's sweat. However, the actual situation between Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi is that they are husband and wife. Everyone knows that this is not the case at all.
So in normal times, Su Qingluan would never reach out and do this action by himself - because he wanted to avoid suspicion.
What's more, Su Qingluan now knows more: the face that belongs to "Mu Xingzhi" in front of her is the result of a disguise, so to be cautious, Su Qingluan will never touch the face in front of her. This face, because she was afraid that she was neither light nor heavy, ruined the disguise.
Although rationally, Su Qingluan knew that this disguise should not be so easy to destroy and should not be so fragile, but even so, she preferred to face this face that belonged to "Mu Xingzhi", even if this face was Fake.
Of course, that's under normal circumstances.
Now Su Qingluan only felt that it was the first time in her life that this shell had ingested such a large amount of spicy flavor, so she felt a little dizzy, and her whole person became in a state of ecstasy. She was not sure, so she didn't know what was going on. For what purpose, do you wipe the sweat of the man opposite you by yourself.
Her movements were far from gentle, and her hands were also deep and shallow. As she wiped, she muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's obviously a disguise, how can you still sweat? How did you do this? You can't even see the sweat pores... ..." As he said that, he moved his hands to untie the layer of disguise on his forehead.
Immediately, she felt that her wrist was not obeying her command.
Su Qingluan looked down with some dissatisfaction, only to find that Mu Xingzhi had gently held her wrist.
The man's strength was not too strong, because Su Qingluan did not feel any pain or discomfort, but it was obvious that the strength was not very small, because Su Qingluan struggled several times but could not free his wrist.
Now she was no longer interested in studying the disguise. She slapped Mu Xingzhi's hand in displeasure and said, "Hey, why are you holding me? Let go!"
Although Su Qingluan's tone was fierce, her voice was a little weak, and unlike her usual speaking crispness, Su Qingluan now seemed to be speaking at 0.75 times speed, with a subtle sense of procrastination.
Mu Xingzhi smiled helplessly: "Qingluan, you are drunk."
"Am I drunk?" Su Qingluan pulled out her hand disdainfully, stood in front of Mu Xingzhi, and pointed at the small wine cup, "I just drank a few sips of this juice-like wine, how could I drink it?" drunk?"
Mu Xingzhi thought of the last glass of wine he had just poured for Su Qingluan, and the amount of wine left in the wine jar. Perhaps unknowingly, and under his own intentional actions, most of the wine in the jar had gone into it. In the belly of the person in front of me.
Su Qingluan ate and drank at the same time, and drank the wine as a drink. Naturally, he had no way of noticing, but Mu Xingzhi was the one who made the wine himself, so he naturally knew how powerful the wine was.
Although the wine is rich in fruity aroma, sweet and sour, it has been specially brewed. Although the wine taste is not very noticeable, the stamina is very strong.
Su Qingluan drank most of the cup, but not only was she not drunk to the point of unconsciousness, she was even able to have a back-and-forth conversation with Mu Xingzhi. Although she was not in a very sober conversation state, it also showed that she had a considerable amount of alcohol. Well - at least it's much better than Songbo who fell asleep on the table after drinking four small glasses.
But it was obvious that Su Qingluan was very drunk now, otherwise she would never have done those weird actions that exceeded the rules just now.
Although his stomach was feeling a bit hot and uncomfortable from eating too many spicy chicken nuggets, Mu Xingzhi knew that it was rare for Su Qingluan to be in a drunken state - he learned from Yang and Su Guangfu that even in his parents' home Su Qingluan used to drink alcohol when she was young, but it was just a token touch of her lips, and she never drank too much.
After today, based on the woman's vigilance towards him, and knowing that her drunkenness might be related to her deliberate guidance, Su Qingluan was determined not to drink easily again.
Therefore, such an opportunity is very rare and comes only once.
So Mu Xingzhi didn't care about the burning pain in his stomach, nor did he care about the dizziness in his head due to the chili pepper, and the sweat on his forehead. He wanted to ask the question that had been bothering him, making all his overt and covert investigations go to waste. And Su Qingluan obviously has no problem telling the truth——
Who are you and where are you from? What's the plan to get to me?
He knew that Su Qingluan had no ill intentions, and he also saw that Su Qingluan was very cooperative in cooperation, but Mu Xingzhi's character was destined not to allow any unstable factors to exist, so although he would not be so mad as to doubt this He would kill Su Qingluan if he was not sure, but he would not give up any opportunity to spy on her secrets.
...That was his original plan, but the reason why he said "originally" was because something ruined his original plan.
It's Su Qingluan, to be precise, it's Su Qingluan's hand.
The hands that had broken free from his shackles now touched the sides of his cheeks again, and then - forcefully pinched them into a strange shape.
