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701. Chapter 701 You Are My Only Love Eight

"It just so happens that I also like to take the initiative..." When Duan Zhaoan spoke, he placed his lips next to her earlobe again, and his thin lips gently sucked the small and plump earlobe, gently and gently.

, can truly feel the joy coming from his heart.

The lingering kiss made Gu Chen's heart beat faster. The hand pressed on his thick cold-proof clothes pulled down his clothes, and slid directly into his clothes like a swimming fish.

The palm of your hand is close to his warmest heart.

Hold your breath and feel his heartbeat with your palms.

Her hands were actually cold, and when she got in, she carried the cold air with her into her clothes, but the palm close to his heart was like a stove, so hot that he felt a tremor in his heart.

"Fifteen beats more than the normal heartbeat." An inexplicable word ended the flirtation. Gu Chen withdrew his hand and was satisfied: "The same for you, the same for me. In this way, my heart is balanced.

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Duan Zhao'an couldn't laugh or cry. When had she become so fussy about everything?

Unknown to him, Rongzhao stiffened at that moment and turned around suddenly, "In this weather, do you want to do something else? Duan Zhaoan, you don't need to be so hungry!"

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Duan Zhaoan, who was "hungry and thirsty", zipped up his zipper and said calmly, "You are a man who has been through thousands of flowers. You can't understand the suffering of a man like me who is so protective of himself." Invisibly, he blocked his love rival again.

Rong Zhao was still unclear about Gu Chen's attitude towards this kind of matter. Hearing this, he said with some embarrassment: "Okay, what are you going to do about those things? You are a man yourself. Don't you know that men can be impulsive sometimes? How different is it from you?

, yes with the monk, don’t wait until then..."

As if he was about to say something between men, Rong Zhao quickly shut up.

When he changed his words, he confirmed that Duan Zhaoan was actually innocent. Gu Chen had wanted to investigate further before, but now, no need!

Whether a man has had sex is not as easy to check as a woman. With Rong Zhao's proof, she really believes that Duan Zhaoan is innocent.

It has to be said that Gu Chen and Duan Zhaoan have exactly the same views on this matter, and they are both so obsessed with germs that they are outrageous.

"My man will have me in the future, will he still need to be a monk? But you, I'm afraid you still need to rest on this flower and pay attention to that flower." Gu Chen joked back and said calmly.

My own man is looking for trouble.

"Turn your elbows outward! You can't rely on it, you can't rely on it." As soon as Rong Zhao opened his mouth, the sour breath came out. The look he looked at Gu Chen was as gentle as water, which made Duan Zhaoan secretly clenched his fists.

Rong Zhao's self-cultivation is quite good. No matter how much he is stimulated, he still has the gentlemanly demeanor that he should have. This is closely related to the family background of the Rong family.

Mrs. Rong is a noble of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Her ancestor is a serious prince. She was born into a prince and enjoys great blessings.

Rong Zhao, who grew up next to Mrs. Rong, learned 100% of the demeanor that a noble should have, and would not show too much even if he was angry.

What's more, the girl standing in front of him is the girl he likes. If he is angry, doesn't it make the other guy look superior?

Smart Ru Rong Zhao would never do this kind of loss-making business.

Duan Zhaoan, on the other hand, quietly enjoyed himself for a while. When he heard what Rong Zhao said about turning his elbows outward, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "It's going to rain, and the girl is going to get married, even if you take yourself as a

Gu Chen’s mother-in-law’s family couldn’t stop her elbows from turning outwards.”

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