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"What's the matter, don't you have the experience of liking several people at the same time?" Wen Yu raised half of his eyebrows, and said "Oh, yes, you haven't, maybe you don't understand this state. But anyway, I'm very sincere -"

"You helped me a lot, I want to thank you." Fu Yuhan looked at him and narrowed his eyes, "Holding up the pain in my feet, I helped the class run the relay. I thank you; you brought me breakfast, took me in for the night, and helped me run the class relay. I made correction notes... I thank you."

"I've seen you take the initiative to distribute test papers for Ge Ran, and I've also seen you help Yang Yiran drive away some gangsters on the way from school..."

"But I still have to say, Wen Yu, you are a fucking bastard."

Fu Yuhan punched it.

His body moved faster than his consciousness, and by the time he realized it, Wen Yu had already grabbed Fu Yuhan's arm and pushed him back against the back of the sofa.

People who drank too much alcohol were weaker than usual in combat, not to mention that even in a sober state, Wen Yu thought that Fu Yuhan would not be able to beat him.

There was a wall behind the sofa, and Fu Yuhan was held tightly by him, unable to break free.

"Holding me down won't change the fact that you're an asshole." He stared at Wen Yu bitterly, "If it wasn't for Yang Fan not needing me to do this...or for the reason you like Yang Fan, I can beat you ten thousand all over."

Wen Yu glanced quickly at his forehead, brow bone, eye socket, nose bridge and lip line, and said softly, "You can't beat me."

"Is this the point?" Fu Yuhan struggled again, but to no avail.

Subconsciously, he had to admit that Wen Yu seemed to be much more comfortable than him when the body collided, maybe he really couldn't beat him.

But that doesn't conflict with his wanting to beat him up.

"Do you really not consider being with me?" The lips of the person who drank too much were very dry, and a layer of white skin had already formed after a while, Wen Yu's eyes drooped, and for a moment he wanted to touch that thorny touch.

But Fu Yuhan is not someone who can be restrained with one hand. To be honest, it is not easy to restrain him with two hands.

So Wen Yu had no choice but to touch the dry skin on his lips with his eyes, and whispered: "Although sometimes I hate your intuition, but I have to say...it's very interesting. It's okay to be with me anyway." OK, isn't it?"

"But you are not worthy." Fu Yuhan stared at him, "You have no heart, Wen Yu."

"Before you tell someone you like it, let yourself be yourself."