By the time I finish eating, my tongue is dead. Gone. Burnt. Ascended to a higher plane.
Meanwhile, these three stand there like spicy noodles were warm water.
Unfair. Absolutely unfair.
I squint at them. Jiang—fine, he's not human. But Yuyu and Zeyan?? What are you two made of?? Steel tongues?? Government-issued heat resistance??
Jiang immediately notices. Of course he does.
He gently rubs my back with one hand, the other pressing lightly against my forehead like he's checking if I'm about to combust. His voice drops soft and worried.
"Let's buy ice cream, okay?"
Reader.
I have never loved ice cream more in my life.
I nod aggressively, already blowing my nose straight into his T-shirt like a tragic child who lost a battle with chili oil.
He doesn't even flinch.
Not a sigh.
Not a grimace.
Nothing.
He just pats my back and holds me closer like, yes, this is my girlfriend, she leaks when spicy.
This man is dangerous.
