Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

After Zhao completes this sentence, he goes to see the face of the male master.

He looked up at Zhao and said, “Oh? Don't you hate me? ”

Azhao nodded: “I told you a long time ago, I really like you. Still is. ”

She thinks it's pretty obvious.

But I'm not satisfied with the salute.

He was convinced that his brother liked himself.

She wouldn't have saved herself if she hadn't really liked it.

But what's the same thing he wants?

And now at this time...

Smell the courtesy and smile: “I did such an excessive thing to my brother... Don't you hate me? ”

Zhao shook his head without hesitation.

What's too much, just a kiss?

They've been through so many lifetimes, and they don't know how many times they've done something more intimate.

What the hell is this?

After a serious look at her, she suddenly asked, "Do you want me to lift your restraint? ”

Azhao nodded consciously, but he nodded halfway, eh, doesn't it feel right?

She hastily watched the salute, and the other person's face certainly didn't look good.

“You're lying to me, sis.” Hear the silence of courtesy.

Zhao: “? ”

But the smell of the ritual already knows what the brother thinks.

He felt a little sad: "Sister, in order for me to let you go, you'd rather lie and admit that you liked me. ”

Zhao: “... I'm not...” I'm not!

Smell the ceremony has risen.

He looked at Azhao, and there was actually some insanity between the colors of God: “Don't think about Sister, it is absolutely impossible for me to let you go. You don't have to lie to me, either. You hate me, I know. But even if you hate me, I'll leave you with me! ”

He said that his emotions were probably a little excited. He didn't know how to face Azhao and swept away.

Leave a naughty sister behind.

Zhao sat alone at the table.

She sighed: "I'm telling the truth, he doesn't believe it. ”

Cotton candy saw her like this and said: "Don't be sad, we...”

His voice suddenly stopped.

Azhao had reached out and tore a turkey leg. Azhao had a bite of beauty.

This flaming chicken is a second-degree spiritual beast with a fresh, fresh and fragrant flesh. I don't know how to smell the gift. The flesh is soft, the entrance is instant, a gentle inhalation, even the bones are filled with fresh and intense soup.

The marshmallows were silenced, and suddenly he was a little pitiful to the man.

There's still a self-tangle over there. There's no heart or lungs.

Zhaomei finished eating a chicken leg and drank a small half bowl of soup stewed in fresh spirits. This was only satisfying when he patted his stomach and got up.

She walked out of the house and looked around, and it seemed like a huge valley.

And in the valley, there's no other building but their house.

Where did you take her?

Zhao tried to go outside, and when he got somewhere, he couldn't walk anymore.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking her.

Zhao realized that this should be the junction set by the male lead.

And the moment Zhao's hand touched this junction, the smell ceremony appeared behind her.

“Don't bother, Sister. In your current situation, you can't get out.” Smell the euphemism.

Zhao turned around and looked at him.

“You don't have to do this, brother. ”

She sighed and said sincerely: "You don't have to restrain me or set boundaries. I'm not leaving you. ”

——

Zhao: I really like you.

Male lead: No! You must be lying to me! You want to leave me!

Those who say they want to abuse, what do they think, the promised sweet writers, we're good.

I'll see you later.