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Chapter 813 Is it swollen to become an imperial male god? 7
He took the soup from the other party's hand and said, "Marshal, you are really...unexpectedly close to the people."

Olivan looked at him with a smile: "You are the first."

Ares: "?"

Olivan: "You are the first person to drink the soup with my own hands."

Ares: "..." I always feel that the bowl of soup in my hand is a bit heavy. Is it too late to go back now?
Olivan seemed to see through his thoughts.

"I'm not a roundabout person, Ares." He said suddenly, staring at him fixedly.

"Living in this dormitory is my own request."

"Being the honorary chief mentor of this freshman class is because you are here."

"Only you are worthy of me being so close to the people."

Ares: "..."

He looked at the marshal with embarrassing eyes, wondering how likely it was that he was drunk or joking.

To say such things to a stranger who has only met once is either sick or sick.

Olivan obviously knew what he was thinking, and spread his hands: "Don't doubt, Ares. I'm chasing you now."

Ares frowned, he didn't like this passive situation.

"Can I say no?"

"You can think about it in your heart." Olivan smiled, "Refusal is invalid."

"But you have to know that I am a man." Ares emphasized.

"So?" Olivan raised his eyebrows, "The Empire's same-sex marriage bill came out a long time ago."

A faint smile curled up on the corner of Ares's lips: "So, Your Excellency, Marshal, do you like to be the next one?"

"Clang—" The spoon in Oliwen's hand shook, and it made a crisp sound when it hit the dinner plate.

He glanced at Ares inexplicably: "I didn't expect that you would have such an idea."

Ares has come back to his senses now, and he has a good time: "When the marshal has the desire to pursue a man, shouldn't he be prepared for this?"

"This is really a novel feeling." Oliwen sighed with emotion, "Many people have recommended themselves to me, and you are the first person who dares to say such a thing."

"Your Excellency Marshal, you are also the first person to pursue me so as not to refuse me." Ares retorted.

"I lost my memory, but my teeth became sharper." Olivan muttered.

His voice was not loud, so Ares didn't hear clearly, frowned a little, and didn't say anything.

He finished dinner slowly, put down the tableware, and looked at Oliwen seriously: "Please be clear about one thing, I am not interested in dating someone of the same gender as me."

Although the Marshal of the Empire gave him a very unusual feeling, Ares always felt that something was wrong.

He seemed unable to accept himself being with Olivan like this.

Oliwen put down the tableware, and there was a faint smile in his blue eyes: "So, do you want to find a woman to fall in love with?"

Ares frowned, he really couldn't imagine falling in love with a girl.

Olivan looked calm, as if he knew the answer long ago.

He stood up, walked to Ares, and bowed his head.

The scorching breath hit his ears, and a low, hidden smile sounded in his ears: "You have to admit, Ares, I am the most suitable for you."

The hot air he exhaled dyed the jade-like earlobes of the other party red, Oliwen's heart moved, and his lips touched the softness.

(End of this chapter)