The spiciness quickly spread from his tongue. Leng Youchen was so overwhelmed that he kept inhaling sharply. He swallowed it down whole, feeling like even his throat was on fire. He picked up the teacup without hesitation, not even minding if it was dirty, and guzzled down a cup of water. His handsome face flushed slightly, a faint reddish hue emerging. "So spicy."
Wei Anning hadn't expected him to be so afraid of spicy food. She hurriedly handed her own teacup to him. Watching him down it in one go, she sighed lightly, "You really can't handle any spice at all."
Leng Youchen wiped the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose with a tissue and said solemnly, "Madam, today will be the last time I permit you to eat spicy food. From now on, you'll follow my lead and stick to bland meals."
"Huh! Why?" Wei Anning's eyes widened in disbelief, clearly unhappy.
