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Fan Chengcheng walked forward quickly and gently held Wen Chu's hand.
Wen Chu pretended to refuse, but still obediently put his hand on Fan Chengcheng's broad and warm palm.
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Fan Chengcheng's palm was warm.
Really really comfortable.
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Fan Chengcheng only knew after holding it like this that Wen Chu's hands were also cold, and they were no better than himself.
Sure enough, girls are afraid of the cold.
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wenchuChengcheng, do you like strawberries or mangoes?
Walking halfway, Wen Chu suddenly raised his head and asked Fan Chengcheng.
fanchengchengStrawberries and mangoes?
fanchengchengI might like mangoes better.
Fan Chengcheng was fascinated by the question, but replied anyway.
wenchuI like strawberries.
Wen Chu was outspoken.
fanchengchengSo you like to make strawberry cakes?
Fan Chengcheng smiled clearly.
wenchuYes, I can do strawberry milkshake, strawberry cake, strawberry egg tart, strawberry mojito.
Wen Chu was quite proud.
fanchengchengWhy do you suddenly ask this?
Fan Chengcheng turned the topic back to the right path.
wenchuAhaha, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered the test I saw before, saying that boys generally don't like brightly colored fruits like strawberries, blueberries, and cherries.
wenchuI didn't believe it at first, but now it seems like it really is.
Wen Chu explained a lot.
fanchengchengAlthough I don't like strawberries right now.
Fan Chengcheng suddenly stood still and looked at Wen Chu.
fanchengchengBut if you like it, I can like it for you.
Fan Chengcheng's words fluttered lightly and fell gently into Wen Chu's ears.
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Obviously, Fan Chengcheng has been flirted with so many times.
Why do you still blush every time?
Ah, ah, ah, so unambitious!
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Wen Chu suddenly wanted to exercise his ability not to blush!
It's too bad to blush!
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