Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 31 Micro-expression expert: He's lying, he's just lusting after women.

"Appetite?"

Upon hearing those two words, Yan Min nearly dropped the microphone she was holding.

The guests and staff looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to, their faces turning red with suppressed laughter.

The chat in the live stream wasn't so restrained; the screen instantly filled with red text.

"Hahahaha! What the hell is this appetite! Expert, you understand rhetoric!"

"To describe 'cravings' in such a refined and elegant way, only an old professor could do it!"

Lin Zhou: I treat you like my wife, but you treat me like... a side dish?

Professor Jiang seemed oblivious to the reactions around him. He adjusted his glasses and continued his in-depth analysis of Lin Zhou's frozen "obsessive face" in that rigorous, academic tone:

"Please note that 'appetite' here is a broad psychological concept."

"Freud once said that the most primitive human drive often comes from the instinct to reproduce. At this moment, Mr. Lin Zhou's pupils dilated and his lips parted slightly, which are typical characteristics of the cerebral cortex being taken over by dopamine."

The professor tapped his pointer heavily on the screen, producing a crisp sound.

"To put it simply, at that time, he didn't have sophisticated terms like 'personality' or 'inner qualities' in his mind. His subconscious was very honest; he was yearning, longing, and... wanting to possess."

"This is a pure, undisguised male courtship signal."

boom--!

Now, even the last fig leaf has been ruthlessly torn off.

At this point, Lin Zhou was no longer just looking for a crack in the ground; he wished he could dig a three-bedroom apartment right there in the threshing ground and bury himself in it.

"Ahem... Professor, could you be a little more subtle?"

Lin Zhou buried his face in his hands, his voice muffled, his ears burning red, "Can't you leave me my underwear?"

"Science is rigorous and needs no cover-up."

Professor Jiang rejected his request with an air of righteous indignation, and then pulled up another screenshot.

That was the scene when Lin Zhou had just shouted, "I like her gentle and virtuous nature."

"Look at this one next."

The professor pointed to Lin Zhou's righteous and indignant face on the screen, shook his head, and said with a hint of regret:

"At this moment, his gaze drifted to the upper right, a typical sign that the brain is 'constructing lies.' Moreover, the tension in his hand muscles indicates that he was forcibly controlling his subconscious."

"The conclusion is obvious."

Professor Jiang put down his teaching pointer, looked at the crowd who were already petrified, and delivered his final verdict:

"When Mr. Lin Zhou said he 'likes legs,' it was a genuine expression of his physiological instincts; but when he said he 'likes personality,' it was completely...nonsense."

"puff--"

Lu Ming, who was standing next to him, couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of water, laughing so hard he was pounding the table.

"Hahahaha! Brother Lin, it's confirmed! You're a total pervert!"

Chen Kai laughed so hard he almost fell over, and gave Lin Zhou a thumbs up:

"Dude, that's so true! So true! We men are all visual creatures, aren't we? What's wrong with liking a wife with long legs? It's not shameful!"

Even the usually mild-mannered Wang Lei couldn't help but add insult to injury: "Brother Lin, it seems there's a reason why you're ranked ninth in your family. Your survival instinct is etched into your micro-expressions."

At this moment, Su Qingge was on the verge of exploding.

Shame, embarrassment, anger—a mix of emotions churning inside my chest.

She never imagined that her proud personality and talent would be less important than two legs in this man's eyes.

"Lin, Zhou!"

Su Qingge gritted her teeth, squeezing out her voice through the gaps, sending chills down one's spine.

Lin Zhou trembled, abruptly raising his head to look at his wife with an innocent and ingratiating expression:

"Honey, let me explain! This expert... this expert's side of the story is only one side! He's biased against me!"

"bias?"

Su Qingge sneered, a dangerous glint in her beautiful eyes. She slightly turned her body, pulling her long, troublesome legs back a little, her tone chilling:

"Didn't you just say I was gentle and virtuous? What, are you admitting now that you were lying?"

"I……"

Lin Zhou was speechless.

This is a complete dead end!

Admitting you like legs makes you a pervert; insisting you like someone's personality makes you a lie. Either way, you're doomed!

Seeing Lin Zhou's frustrated and aggrieved expression, the viewers in the live stream were practically bursting with laughter, but as they laughed, the tide suddenly turned.

"To be honest, although Lin Zhou is quite lecherous, why do I find it kind of sweet?"

"Yeah! This just goes to show how charming Goddess Su is! Even after seven years of marriage, she can still make her husband so craving her. What kind of fairytale love is this?"

"Even though he lied, he was actually lusting after his own wife! That's not being perverted, that's being romantic!"

"Exactly! They're much better than those hypocrites who say they like inner qualities but secretly eye other women!"

"Thinking about it this way, Lin Zhou is just like 'real people'! I'm shipping this couple!"

Public opinion is sometimes such a mysterious thing.

Lin Zhou's "socially awkward moment" was surprisingly interpreted by netizens as an "alternative way of showing affection."

Su Qingge clearly noticed the change in the atmosphere around her.

Besides teasing, there was even a hint of...envy in everyone's eyes when they looked at her?

She paused for a moment, and her anger inexplicably dissipated.

She glanced down at her legs, which had been "certified" by Lin Zhou, and her cheeks flushed slightly again.

"Alright, stop embarrassing yourself."

Su Qingge reached out from under the table, no longer kicking him, but gently pinching the back of his hand, the force so light it was like a tickle, and her voice softened:

"I'll deal with you when we get back."

Lin Zhou felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He took the soft, boneless little hand in his own, squeezed it in his palm, and chuckled softly.

"Okay, I'm going home and I'll lie down and you can do whatever you want with me."

"You still dare to talk back!" Su Qingge glared at him, but didn't pull her hand back.

Yan Min nodded in satisfaction as she watched this scene.

The show is packed with entertainment and generating a huge buzz; this is definitely going to be a hit!

"Alright, in the first round of Truth or Dare, although the Lin Zhou family failed the challenge, they contributed some wonderful... uh, academic research to us."

Yan Min, holding a megaphone, was about to announce the start of the next round of the game.

Sudden.

"Boom—!!!"

A loud, muffled engine roar, like the howl of a wild beast, suddenly came from the direction of the village entrance.

The sound was extremely penetrating, instantly drowning out all the noise at the scene, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the source of the sound.

"That noise... a sports car?"

Chen Kai, a car enthusiast, immediately noticed something and his expression changed slightly. "Judging from that sound, it's at least a V12 engine, and there's more than one!"

In this remote Peach Blossom Village, in this impoverished place where even a tricycle seems like a luxury, how could there be a supercar of this caliber?

Before anyone could react...

A blinding red, like a burning flame, brutally tore through the flying yellow dust at the village entrance.

Then came the second, the third...

Five top-of-the-line supercars lined up in an extremely arrogant procession, ignoring the roadblocks set up by the production team, and charged straight into the threshing ground with an overbearing "I'm rich and I call the shots" attitude!

"squeak--!!"

The screeching of brakes rang out, the tires leaving several black tracks on the ground, and the dust kicked up made the staff in the front row cough repeatedly.

The car door opened.

A man wearing a white custom-made suit and gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of the lead Ferrari.

He held a large bouquet of bright red roses in his hands, which looked out of place amidst the yellow dust, yet was extremely pretentious.

He ignored the shocked looks around him and the still-flashing cameras, and walked straight to the guest seats.

That look in his eyes carried an arrogant and condescending air, as if everyone present except him was trash.

Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes.

Su Qingge's face instantly darkened, and she even subconsciously shrank back behind Lin Zhou.

"It's him?"

Lin Zhou sensed the woman's tension behind him, raised an eyebrow slightly, and watched the approaching figure, a playful smile curving his lips:

"Interesting, are they here to cause trouble?"