Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He took a step forward and wanted to ask more clearly.

Alan has returned to God and is blocked from him.

“His Highness the Crown Prince.” He's serious.

“Even if you are a Crown Prince, you cannot force an underage female. ”

Carlos's eyebrows cooled in the face of the others: "Out of the way! ”

Alan ignored what he said, what he was about to say, warm shoulders.

Alan turned around and smiled at Zhao. “Alan, get out of the way. ”

Alan was anxious: "But...”

Azhao shook his head: “It's okay. ”

She spoke softly but with an unquestionable attitude.

Alan leaned aside somewhat unwillingly.

Azhao looked directly at Carlos and sighed: "Your Highness, if I were you, I would turn around and leave now. ”

Carlos frowned: "Why? ”

"Because if you stand here again, you'll only piss me off, and nothing else will come of it. ”

Carlos was caught in contemplation.

Zhao waited quietly for him to think and had a feeling that he would leave as he had imagined.

But the truth is...

Carlos spent a minute thinking and then making his own choices.

A Zhao opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him and took two steps towards himself, then reached out his hand.

Her eyes were black and she fell into a generous embrace.

Zhao didn't know anything after that.

The slender woman was held in her arms by an English martial artist, and Alan reacted with great dismay: “What are you doing? ”

He's coming to rob people, and Carlos is pushing him back.

The Imperial Crown Prince fainted in front of so many people in the restaurant and took people away!

Maybe it's because this man's identity and temper are too strong, or maybe it's because what he does is too unreasonable.

Apart from Alan, no one dared to stand up and stop him, watching him leave with a man in his arms.

Silence and silence.

……

Zhao woke up on a soft couch.

Thick, fluffy, soft mattresses and quilts are made of materials that she doesn't know what they are made of. She feels like she's falling into the clouds, squeezing her eyes comfortably, rubbing the quilt and rolling.

But the next moment, that comfort disappeared.

Because she realized there was someone else in this room.

The man is staring at himself.

Zhao let go of the quilt and sat up.

Look at him.

That's Carlos.

It's a big room.

The entire exterior wall was made of transparent material because she slept and was pulled up with thick curtains, leaving only a few gaps.

Carlos stood at that gap, and the golden sun ran into the house along that gap, falling on him, melting the cold and hard temperament around him a little.

He looks at Zhao at this moment.

“Are you awake? ”

Zhao hugged the quilt and looked not well: “Did you knock me out? Where am I?"

Carlos did not answer her first question.

He walked towards Azhao. Behind him, the curtains automatically split apart towards both sides, and a great deal of sunlight blew behind him.

From Azhao's point of view, this person seems to come from the light.

Carlos stood in front of her, leaned over, and stared closely at her.

“This is my palace, and it will be your residence. ”

Azhao frowned: “What do you mean? ”

Carlos: “Literally. When you grow up, we'll get married. ”

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Male lead: Route? Does not exist.

Happy Mid-Autumn, Big Babies❤?

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