LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here! - Chapter 821

He took the soup from the other hand and came up with a sentence: “Marshal, you are really… unexpected people.”

Oliwen smiled and looked at him: “You are the first one.”

Ares: “?”

O’Brien: “You are the first one, and I drink the soup I have in my own hands.”

Ares: “…” I always feel that this bowl of soup is a bit heavy. Is it still too late to go back?

Olivia seems to have seen his thoughts.

“I am not a devious person, Ares.” He suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on him.

“I lived in this dormitory and asked for it myself.”

“Become the honorary general tutor of this new student because you are here.”

“It’s only you, it’s worth it… I’m close to the people.”

Ares: “…”

He looked at the marshal and looked at the possibility of being drunk or joking.

Speaking to a stranger who has only seen one side, it is not sick or sick.

Olivier apparently knew what he was thinking and spread his hand: “No doubt, Ares. I am pursuing you now.”

Ares frowned, and he didn’t like this passive situation.

“Can I refuse?”

“You can think about it.” Olivia smiled. “Refused to be invalid.”

“But you have to know, I am a man.” Ares stressed.

“So?” Olivia raised an eyebrow, “The Imperial Same-Sex Marriage Act has long since come out.”

Aris’s lips smirked a light smile: “So, Lord Marshal, like to be the one below?”

“Oh–” Olivin’s spoon shook a little and knocked on the plate to make a crisp sound.

He looked at Ares with an unclear look: “I didn’t expect that you would have such an idea.”

Ares has now come back to God, so I am ashamed: “When the Marshal is born to pursue a man’s mind, shouldn’t he be prepared for this?”

“This is really a novel feeling.” Olivia said with a sigh. “There are a lot of people who recommend me a pillow. You are the first one who dares to say such words.”

“Mr. Marshal praised you, you are also the first one, Zhangkou pursues me so much that I can’t refuse.” Ares retorted.

“There was a loss of memory, but it became a lot of teeth.” Olivia muttered.

He didn’t have a big voice, so Ares didn’t hear it clearly, wrinkled some brows and didn’t say anything.

He finished the dinner slowly, put down the cutlery, and looked at O’Leary seriously: “Please be clear about one thing. I am not interested in the same person who has the same gender as me.”

Although the feeling of the Imperial Marshal brought him very unusual, but Ares always felt that something was wrong.

He seems to be unable to accept himself with Olivia.

Olivia put down the cutlery, and a pair of blue eyes faintly smiled: “So, are you looking for a woman to fall in love?”

Ares frowned, he really couldn’t imagine how he would fall in love with a girl.

Olivia looked calm and seemed to know the answer long ago.

He got up and walked over to Ares and bowed his head.

The burning breath hit his ear, and the low, hidden smile sounded in his ear: “You have to admit, Ares, I am the best for you.”

The exhaled heat gas reddened the other’s white jade earlobe, and Oliwen’s heart moved, and the lips touched the piece of softness.