Wen Zhiyao's mouth was swelling worse, but she could endure the spiciness inside, and moreover, she found herself more and more craving the hot pot.
Jiang She suddenly grabbed Wen Zhiyao's arm, stopping her from continuing to eat.
"Stop eating, your mouth is already swollen." Jiang She took away her chopsticks and scraped all the ingredients from the hot pot into his own bowl.
He gulped down one mouthful after another, sweating profusely.
Finally, he finished the last bite, his tongue completely numbed by the spiciness.
Watching his swollen mouth, Wen Zhiyao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Your mouth is swollen too!" Wen Zhiyao suppressed her laughter.
Enduring the spiciness in his mouth, Jiang She joked, "If we walk out together now, many people will mistake us for a couple, because we both have 'sausage' lips."
But Wen Zhiyao didn't find the joke funny and she quickly suppressed her laughter.
