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You should know that Feng Jun had been holding back for a long time in another dimension, and he came back just to let off some steam.
Smelling such an aroma and having no reaction would be abnormal; this is one major function of perfume.
However, he still gently tried to pry her arm off, "Class President, don't do this."
Li Xiaobin used all her strength to clasp his waist tightly, "It's just two thousand yuan... Are you even a man?"
Feng Jun took a deep breath and to tell the truth, he really was feeling pent up, and he didn't like to be pretentious, nor did he want to be a man "worse than a beast."
Especially since he did have some vague affections for his middle school class president — or perhaps that obscure impulse from adolescence.
But at this moment, he really couldn't, so he sighed, "I have the money and can give it to you, and I am indeed a real man... But Class President, I really can't."
