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Diana was amused at how Lucas actually tried how she prepared her toast. "Do you like sweets a lot? What about spicy food?" Lucas asked. He wanted to get to know her likes and dislikes. the more he knows about her, the better he could prepare where to take her next or what to give to her. "Yup. I like spicy food too. But not too spicy. And you?" She recalled the time she accidentally ate a pepper. Her face was all red and felt smoke was coming out of her ears. It was worse when she had to use the bathroom afterward. It was too painful. It was twice painful than when it entered in her mouth.

The burning sensation spread and was amplified after he drank the water. "I'm not used to eating spicy food. I tried so many times, but my tongue just couldn't stand the biting taste." He chuckled. "Whenever I eat spicy food, it feels like my mouth is on fire." He paused and looked at Moriah. "Actually, I feel like my whole body is on fire." "You should have told me," Moriah held his face. "You're shy to tell me?" Ethan shook his head and smiled at her. "Just wanted to make you happy.”

Terrence told me to eat the dish slowly. "You can choke if you eat spicy food like that," Terrence said. "I'm just too enthusiastic to try this dish," I replied. "It's so delicious, and you know the soup is spicy and makes my tongue numb instantly." "Isn't that good? You like it, don't you?" Terrence asked me then. I smiled and nodded. "I like it." "Thank goodness. But you said that it was spicy? I have already been reminded that I don't have stomach pain medicine." Terrence warned me once more.

She wanted to hit her head on the wall when she was unknowingly finding each and every reason to think about Theodore. 'Still, that was the first day when he had shown some emotions while eating.' Destiny said and recalled how he was looking for something sweet things to eat after 3X Spicy Noodles. He was sweating badly, and not just his tongue but also his lips and the area around his mouth were burning like fire.

I just kept quiet, and occasionally glanced at Mashii who was biting her thumb. Is he panicking? How funny he is. "You must eat spicy, right ??" said the Doctor and made me nod, "Luckily it's not too bad and you don't have to be hospitalized." said the Doctor and made me breathe freely. "How's it going, Doc?" asked Mashii, followed by Daniel and Arabelle. "Your lover is fine sir. Only his stomach acid is rising, because he eats spicy food. Next time please pay attention to his eating." The Doctor explained and made everyone look up, including me.

Adam asks in a tone that suggests that he does not believe it. “No, one meal of such heavy foods eaten quickly because of starvation made me very sick to my stomach. So sick in fact that despite the fact that I feel so hungry I believe I could eat a horse, my stomach does not seem to be able to even handle the glass of room temperature water from the tap.” “You were sick?” He asks, looking her over.

My fists clenched as I felt my face hardened. It was them. Ashely and that piece of s- "Hey, Jake, let's go," Tatiana called out, distracting me from pulverizing that asshole as I nodded before following behind her. As we entered the restaurant or more like a diner or maybe both, this place was really packed so I'm guessing it's really popular, "So I'm guessing this is like a hot-spot?" I asked as Tatiana smirked, "Yup, everyone comes here, the food is the bomb," she replied as I nodded while looking around before she pulled me over to a booth.

My stomach turns and I jump up from bed, rushing to the toilet, to expel my supper. My throat burns as the bile gushes out of my mouth. Even eating next to nothing doesn't help. Sitting on my haunches, I wipe my mouth on my sleeve and press my damp forehead against the cool rim of the pan. Right now I don't care about the hygienic factor. I just want a moment of relief. The dizziness follows once everything is out of my system. Just like it has the past seven days. Pulling the lever, I slowly stand up on jittery legs and carry myself to the sink to rinse the pungent taste from my mouth.

“You didn’t have dinner yesterday.” I lift a shoulder. My nerves are too jumpy to get any more down, but I say, “You don’t double up when you miss a meal.” “I do.” He grins, pops a bite of steak in his mouth, and chews. I can’t stop watching his jawbone work. It’s cut so sharp, it’s like watching a machine. My stuffed belly clenches. Not with hunger. Oh, crap. It’s not heat again? So soon? I flutter the collar of the T-shirt. I’m not particularly hot, but it can’t hurt to get some air moving.

After downing the beer, I picked up another piece of meat and stuck it in a saucer of hot sauce before popping it into my mouth. The burning food scalded my tongue, and the spicy heat filled my mouth. Even as my eyes watered from the sensation, I felt so good. It felt great to be alive.