Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao: “...”

Coral pearls: “…”

They knelt almost immediately: "Your Royal Highness. ”

“Go on," Zhan said faintly.

The coral hurried: “Her Royal Highness, Her Ladyship is just, just hungry...”

Zhan glanced at her faintly.

Azhao said, "Okay, corals, pearls, you all go down. ”

Corals and pearls couldn't, and walked out worried.

Until everyone left, Zhan Ming disappeared from the cold.

He looked at Zhao with a smile and asked: "Are you hungry? ”

Azhao opened his eyes and looked at him. When he laughed so hard, he looked at Zhan Ming master like Lang Moon Qingfeng again.

Only Master Zhan Ming would not wear a wedding robe and marry her.

Zhao saw the smell of drowning from Zhan Ming's face.

She used to be petite, especially in front of people who were accustomed to her.

When she sees Zhan Ming like this, she is not uncomfortable, she is also going to give birth to a certain amount of discomfort.

Immediately she hummed: “Very hungry, I got up so early, they only gave me so much pastry, no tea, I walked so long, my crown was so heavy...”

She grumbled and complained. Zhan Ming looked at her with a smile.

“Still hungry?” He asked.

Zhao shook her head, she had just eaten so much pastry, and made two more cups of tea, which was enough.

One hand gently rubbed over her mouth corner.

Zhan Ming rubbed off the peanut skin and sighed: “Looks like I married a greedy princess. ”

Azhao was a little embarrassed. He was honest when he heard this: “It's just two peanuts, so many beds. ”

“Is it good?” Zhanming asked.

Zhao did not know how he asked about this. He nodded. “It's delicious, you can try it. ”

She stroked her hands backwards, and a few of the big red joys were touched out behind her: "Here you go. ”

Zhan Ming did not reach for it.

“I want to try it, the princess tried it. ”

A Zhao's face became red.

She is not really an unattended teenage girl. She understands these flirting words.

“You...”

One hand has come to her lips, gently rubbing off a shimmering blush, reflecting on her fair skin.

The air seemed to warm up in a flash.

When that lip cheated, Azhao still thought of a question: He is a monk, how do you know these things?

Soon she had no kung fu to think about.

Zhao's entire body was pressed against the blanket, and his nightgown had long since fallen. He threw it on the soft couch beside the bed, together with Zhan Ming.

They touch each other's skin and the warm, smooth touch makes them sigh brightly.

It's the newlywed oar, passionate.

Yu Zhanming said that such desire and impulse came too fast and too fierce, making him unbearable and unwilling to bear it.

He likes to hold her and watch her lose her mind because of herself, because of herself, showing her a seductive appearance. He bowed down and kissed Azhao's cries and reddish eyes because of his impatience. The tip of his tongue rolled off the tear and stuck it to her ear: “This peanut really tastes good. ”

Zhao's hateful head bit him once, but only in exchange for a more intense move.

She finally lost her strength and could only loosen her arms and grab his back. She didn't even know when to sleep.

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Hee-hee, see you tonight.