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One night a few years ago, He Zheng was robbed and killed by his enemy. The little yellow duck pen sent by Fan Zhuo was not in He Zheng's suit pocket. The enemy's sneak attack bullet happened to hit the pure gold pen.

"I feel uncomfortable when I eat so much spicy food."

He Zheng looked at the coffee table full of tea tables in front of him and said Fan Zhuo. The top was full of spicy snacks, such as spicy crayfish, spicy fried beef jerky, spicy rabbit head, spicy squid, spicy duck neck, spicy shark fin, and even high-end foie gras were made spicy.

"It's over if you can't pull it."

Fan Zhuo didn't care, so he picked up a piece of spicy foie gras and fed it to He Zheng's mouth.

He Zheng couldn't eat spicy food, but he didn't vomit it out and swallowed it silently.

"Is this spicy enough?"

Fan Zhuo knew that He Zheng could not eat spicy food, so he looked up and asked He Zheng.

“A little spicy.”

After saying that, He Zheng picked up the coconut milk from the coffee table and took a sip, suppressing the spicy taste in his mouth.

"Then you can't eat it, this one is the least spicy."

After saying that, Fan Zhuo took the coconut milk from He Zheng's hand, drank it in one breath, and breathed comfortably.

He Zheng handed a tissue to Fanzhuo. Fanzhuo took it and wiped his hands casually.

He threw the tissue to the trash can, got up and sat in He Zheng's arms, laying lazily on He Zheng's body, touching his stomach that was full.

He Zheng's body tilted slightly, making Fan Zhuo feel more comfortable lying on him.

Fan Zhuo suddenly sat up from He Zheng's arms, kissed He Zheng when he was sitting in front of He Zheng, and then licked his mouth and asked, "Is it hot?"

"fine."

He Zheng raised his hand and stroked Fanzhuo's lips slightly red because of spicy food, and his voice was calm.

"Then I'll go brush my teeth and you'll kiss me?"

Fan Zhuo touched his mouth and asked seriously.

“No need.”

He Zheng gently pressed the back of Fanzhu's head with his big hand, raised his head to seal Fanzhu's lips, just like reducing the spicy taste.
Chapter completed!