Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Snowy white skin, black lashes, clear tears.

Under the lights, falling into the rolling eyes, this man is even more seductive than the fairy who can enchant the world at a glance.

All he wanted to do at the moment was walk over, bend over, kiss His Majesty's eyes, taste the tears, and even try to pry open that snow-white coat and peek into it...

Realize how offensive and perverted your thoughts are.

The rollers bite their teeth tightly, and even the tip of their tongues have tasted the blood.

He stared at Zhao in a blink. His voice was low: “It is late, Your Majesty. Rest early. ”

Zhao nodded slowly.

She got up slowly and the Purple Palace started to buzz again.

Lingxiao waited for Zhao's figure to leave before exhaling again. He held up the tea cup and drank it all.

God knows exactly how much self-restraint it took him to hold on and sit here motionless.

It's late at night.

Zhao's spirit is not very good. He fell asleep early.

She didn't like sleeping with too many people guarding her. No one who was prepared to serve her wanted it. Under the insistence of Yu Lake, Yu Lake and Yu Yan were left in the inner palace. The other inner servants were standing by in the outer palace.

Late at night, it was a bit difficult, and Yu Lake beat up a debt and let himself lean against the wall.

A breeze blew through.

A gentle force struck the two.

Yuhu Yuyan closed his eyes and slept on the column.

A strong figure appeared in front of the inner temple.

He approached the dragon bed step by step.

Azhao didn't like the dark, so the candle fire was lit inside the inner palace. There was a veil on the left and right that blocked the light, so it didn't affect her to rest.

Because of this, at this moment, the sky can also see the tranquil sleeping figure on the dragon bed through the curtain.

Zhao is in a good dream, and in obscurity he just feels pressed against him by something.

It's not heavy, but it's a little rough.

She snorted subconsciously, reaching out and going to push.

The rebellious hands were trapped by gentle force.

There's nothing warm on the side of the neck.

It's a familiar feeling, A Zhao's frowning gradually relaxed, and he mumbled two words in his mouth, whatever, it doesn't matter.

Skylark stared at the little emperor under him without blinking, such low alertness made him happy and worried again.

But this idea disappeared after a second of watching Zhao.

Because all of his heart is attracted to this man under him.

Unguarded, Your Majesty, looks even smaller as he falls asleep with a quilt.

His lips pounded slightly and he was calm. He wanted to sleep perfectly.

As for Yu Azhao, that familiar feeling is again.

She just felt a gentle breeze, starting at her forehead corner, all the way down, her nose, cheeks, lips lingering extra long, slowly down to her chin, then to her neck.

With the heat wind blowing into the neck a little itchy, she subconsciously shrunk, and her mouth whimpered a few words that were incomprehensible.

The wind stopped when it got to the neck, and it didn't go down again.

A familiar and trustworthy aura wrapped her, or had some beautiful dreams, and A Zhaolip angle raised a slight smile of joy.

Sleep well.

When Yuyan waited for her to change her clothes, she suddenly sounded a strange “eh”.

Your Majesty's lips, how can you look at them?

Zhaowen said, carelessly: “Maybe it's on fire. ”