Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

But the next moment she knew she was thinking too much.

Because Arnab said in a very disgusting tone: "Even a straight wooden man like him who doesn't understand the style of death, there's a time to know? ”

Zhao: “...”

Without waiting for her to react, Arna suddenly turned around and looked up and down carefully at Zhaoyi, then looked sorry for the divine color.

Zhao: “???? ”

“Too bad.” Arna sighed.

“Pity about what?” Zhao asked.

Arnab sipped a sip of wine and left a distinct mark on the edge of the glass: "Zhao, you are at the top of the list of women I have seen in my life, in terms of appearance and character. ”

Zhao didn't say a word, she knew Arna was not finished.

Indeed, she heard Azhao continue: "Since destiny makes people live in a world like this, you should reasonably enjoy the benefits of being a female. ”

Azhao did not have a very deep understanding of Arna, and there were some bad associations with her.

Does this benefit mean…

Arnab has already said, "There are so many handsome and powerful Orcs in this world who are willing to share you with others. ”

She seemed to laugh and sighed with great comfort: "What a shame not to enjoy a great wave of men! ”

Zhao: “...”

She didn't think there was anything wrong with Arnab's remarks, just that she herself had always felt that she was already a family person, and it seemed a little subtle to hear that someone was encouraging her to enjoy male sex.

Arna naturally glimpses her divine color.

She just understood Zhao's subtlety as shy.

And she laughed, “Why? Excuse me? ”

Lazy stretched out a lazy waist, and Arnab said happily, "Are you a minor? So I don't really understand the beauty of the joy of men and women. As the ancients said, food colour also has such natural advantages, it is unfortunate not to taste a few more. It's just a shame...”

She shook her head: "You probably don't have a chance. ”

Zhao followed her words and asked: "How do you know I didn't get a chance? ”

Arna smiled softly, suddenly reached out her hand, one finger lifted Zhao's chin gently, standard gesture.

She groaned, “I don't know if you know. Not long ago, Carlos and I were engaged. ”

A Zhao's eyes widened a little.

Arna laughed, "But don't worry now, our engagement has been lifted because he can't get used to me having so many lovers. ”

She gently rubbed her stomach against Azhao's chin and exclaimed, “Your skin is really smooth and flawless. ”

She let go and muttered, “That's a cheap Carlos big pig's hoof. ”

She looked at Azhao and said positively: “I'm just a stranger with him without feelings. He still can't stand to have other people around me. Besides, you? ”

She looked at Azhao with a rare tone: “I don't really like Carlos, but I can tell that he really likes you. ”

“If I love you, by his character, I will certainly not allow you to be surrounded by other Orcs. ”

“If you can be strong enough to keep him down, there's still a chance in the future, but...”

She looked at Azhao and regained her lazy appearance: "You look at the delicate and thin porcelain doll like this, you'll probably have to be eaten by that man all your life? ”

——

Several years later:

Arna: I'm blind. Who the hell was eaten by?