Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Huo Jun couldn't help laughing at his little wife, who was lying in her arms.

He bowed his head and kissed Azhao's face, getting up with a gentle force that did not disturb her, but stunned for a moment.

The soft, skin-patched silk pajamas on his body are definitely not worn by him.

In fact, Huo Jun himself wears these pajamas on a regular basis.

As a man who rolled with his father in the army while he was still a minor, “pajamas" were just a noun for Huo Jun.

Outside, he had to make sure that he was ready to get up as fast as possible.

In this case, where do you still have time to change your pajamas and put your shirt back on?

And...

The impression of yesterday was still hidden in front of him, and he remembered only that he had passed out.

So, what happens next?

Who brought them back?

Who... washed themselves and changed clothes?

It was at this time that Azhao got up.

She fell asleep and woke naturally after being delayed by Huo Jun's wild thoughts.

“You're awake...” She's not fully awake yet, reaching out to Huo Jun, soft and delicate, “pulled me up. ”

Huo Jun grabbed her hand and gently took her into his arms.

Zhao fell into a warm embrace, and his subconscious closed his eyes. A pair of words meant to sleep in this embrace.

Huo Jun shook her: “I can't sleep here. I have to get up. ”

Zhao struck a debt and opened his eyes with a glare. He was ready to dress himself.

Huo Jun suddenly asked, "Who brought me back last night? ”

Zhaoshun replied: "Me. ”

Huo Jun coughed softly: "So, who gave me a bath? ”

Zhao paused for a moment, did not speak, continued to dress himself, but his ears became quietly red.

Huo Jun, look where else you don't understand.

Zhao, who had just worn a coat, was caught in a strong embrace and was kissed full by a handsome man in a very good mood!

Had it not been for her body, Commander Huo was almost ready to come directly to a "spring and evening bitter high, from now on, the handsome will not be able to sleep”.

Zhao buried herself in a quilt. There was a small toothmark on her ear root. It was red as if she were going to drip blood.

Not long ago, Huo Jun held her from behind, bit her ear, and breathed hot on it:

“Ma'am, does this handsome figure still satisfy you? ”

Zhao angrily scolded this guy in his heart. He couldn't help but remember his red-eared face. He looked naked: honey-colored chest, smooth and full chest muscles, sturdy and beautiful abs, down...

Cough.

I can't think anymore.

Huo Jun dressed up, didn't tease her anymore, and asked Green Bamboo to come in and serve Zhao to wash up. They both used breakfast before going out.

Zhao went to see the doctor.

The doctor is working on a prescription.

“Ma'am said handsome? Old age, if you say it can be cured, is sure to be fine. By the way...” The doctor found a square for Zhao.

“This one is for Madame. ”

Zhaoyi: “Me? ”

The old doctor nodded: “Lady is not breathless, her footsteps are floating, it is the symptoms of physical deficiency...”

The doctor said that he thought, "How can a handsome man be easily lifted by such a weak lady who watches her walk halfway?"

But Zhao's pulse is a real congenital deficiency, the doctor can only attribute it to, talented.