Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

When Azhao slept, it seemed like the sky was not bright enough. There was still a candle left on the table to light up the whole house.

She slept well, but she was still dizzy.

The little one hit a debt, and she realized what it was like to wake up: she slept with someone beside her, with an arm around her waist.

It's Huo Jun.

How he slept with himself yesterday and how he slept with himself. Zhao had no idea.

She thought about it and carefully moved her body up a little bit and looked up at him.

Earlier, it was just a glance at the shock. At this point, Zhaocai really took a close look at the famous handsome of Pingjing.

The man's appearance is undoubtedly very good. The five officers are sharp and deep, and the straight nose beam is like a master's hand engraving, not more than a point, not less than a point.

Lips are a little thin.

Azhao forgot which world he read at random, saying that people with such thin lips are often very thin.

She looked carefully and mumbled softly: “Why are you afraid of such a beautiful person...”

The hands between the waists suddenly weighed.

Zhao was shocked and looked at the past, but the man didn't open his eyes at all.

“It's too early to go back to sleep.” A faint voice sounded.

That hand also lifted up and put Azhao Ring in his arms bent, the two of them leaning together intimately, just like all the heartfelt little couples in the world.

Azhao leaned against the man's chest and felt the heat coming from the other side. He gradually felt a deep tiredness. His eyes closed and his breathing slowly became longer.

After Azhao fell asleep, Huo Jun opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and divine, where he could see a little sleep.

He glanced at her quietly without disturbing Zhao.

A long time ago, in a dark room, someone seemed to hear a slight smile.

Outside the bed tent, the candles dripped slowly until the sky dawned.

When Azhao woke up again, it was already bright outside.

The side has long lost temperature, and I don't know how long the people around me have been gone.

She moved and felt powerless. Zhaoxin knew that this was probably the after-effect of the medicine.

She sat up on her bed and felt the pain of the protrusions on both sides of the temple.

The maid outside heard the noise and quickly opened the bed.

“Is Madame awake? But you need to wash? ”

A Zhao nodded.

The maid cleansed her face, then greased her face, and grabbed her hair.

Someone came into the house with some delicate breakfast.

“The commander asked the slave to say to his wife that he had some business to attend to and that the breakfast meal was entrusted to Madame for her own use. The commander-in-chief will be back for dinner with his wife at noon. ”

A Zhao nodded.

She looked at the dishes on the table, very large and very large, both in the south and in the north, and apparently the kitchen used a lot of thought.

She loved a crystal bun, ate three in a row and drank half a bowl of porridge.

This body is not good for the spleen and stomach, so I ate these and some of them held up.

She could only stare at what was on the table, extremely reluctant to retreat.

Earlier, he told Zhao to wake up. At this moment, he waited for the maid she was eating called Green Bamboo. When he saw Zhao's face, he couldn't help but smile.

All she knew was that the handsome lady was a rich woman. Unbelievable, she was such a naive and rotten girl.

Look at this. What's in Madame's mind, it's written on her face.