LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

He took the soup from the other party's hand and said: "Marshal, you are really... surprisingly friendly to the people."

When Oliver heard this, he looked at him with a smile: "You are the first."

Ares: "?"

Oliver: "You are the first person to drink the soup served by me."

Ares: "..." I always feel that the bowl of soup in my hand is a bit heavy. Is it too late to go back now?

Oliver seemed to read his mind.

"I'm not a roundabout person, Ares." He suddenly spoke, staring at him steadily.

"I requested to live in this dormitory myself."

"Being the honorary chief instructor of this freshmen class is because you are here."

"Only you are worthy of me being so... close to the people."

Ares: "..."

He looked at the marshal awkwardly, thinking about the possibility that this man was drunk or joking.

Saying such words to a stranger you have only met once is either sick or sick.

Oliver obviously knew what he was thinking and spread his hands: "No doubt, Ares. I am pursuing you now."

Ares frowned, he didn't like this passive situation.

"Can I say no?"

"You can think about it in your mind." Oliver smiled, "Rejection is invalid."

"But you have to know that I am a man." Ares emphasized.

"So?" Oliver raised his eyebrows, "The Empire's same-sex marriage bill has been out for a long time."

A faint smile appeared on Ares's lips: "So, Marshal, do you like to be the one below?"

"Dang--" The spoon in Oliver's hand shook, and it made a crisp sound when it hit the dinner plate.

He glanced at Ares with an unknown meaning: "I didn't expect that you would have such an idea."

Ares has now come to his senses and has some time to rest: "When the Marshal has the intention to pursue a man, shouldn't he be prepared for this?"

"This is really a novel feeling." Oliver sighed with emotion, "There are many people who recommend themselves to me, but you are the first one who dares to say such a thing."

"Your Excellency Marshal, you are also the first person to pursue me so that I can't refuse." Ares retorted.

"Losing my memory has made me sharper and sharper." Oliver muttered.

His voice was not loud, so Ares didn't hear clearly and frowned a little but didn't say anything.

He finished his dinner slowly, put down the tableware, and looked at Oliver seriously: "Please be clear about one thing. I have no interest in falling in love with someone of the same gender as me."

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

He seemed like he couldn't accept being with Oliver like this.

Oliver put down the tableware, with a faint smile in his blue eyes: "So, do you want to find a woman to fall in love with?"

Ares frowned. He really couldn't imagine himself falling in love with a girl.

Oliver looked calm, as if he already knew the answer.

He stood up, walked over to Ares, and lowered his head.

Hot breath hit his ears, and a low and hidden voice sounded in his ears: "You have to admit, Ares, I am the most suitable for you."

The hot breath dyed the other party's white jade-like earlobes red, and Oliver's heart moved as his lips touched the soft piece.