Under Qin Ruohan's cold and terrifying gaze, Ye Caitang was silent for a long time.
She whipped out her cell phone and quickly typed.
"Well, I've been a little heaty recently. My mouth is full of ulcers; it's not advisable to eat chili."
"So, Mr. Qin, I don't think I should eat them."
"Open your mouth," Qin Ruohan ordered coldly.
Ye Caitang widened her eyes in shock, her eyes filled with question marks. "What?"
Qin Ruohan said, "I'll help you check how many ulcers you have."
Ye Caitang: "…"
F*ck! I'm telling you, you won't have any friends like this.
"If you lie to me, you will be punished—eat chilis for a month." Qin Ruohan looked at Ye Caitang's bright and charming eyes with an ambiguous gaze.
Ye Caitang: "…"
After a moment of silence, she quickly typed.
"I suddenly feel that even though I have ulcers, I can still eat chili."
She then picked up the red chillis and ate it with the white rice.