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"Lu Chen, tell me the truth, have you ever fallen for this girl?" Mo Nuan raised his slender finger and poked Lu Chen's arm.

A girl like Han Beile was at the same age as the flower bud, and her entire person looked young and tender, extremely pleasing to the eyes. If she was a man, he definitely wouldn't be able to resist looking at her a few more times.

Men aren't all like that, visual animals