Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chapter 727: Written by the Miserable God of Friends 34

Trumu doesn't know how old she is at this time.

He felt adored.

A Zhao is the standard melon face, a small face said that the palm is really big, the nose is delicate and quite sharp, one pair of eyes grows large, the eyelashes are thick and curly, the paint paint, blinking twice, like condensing the spirit under the sky to the full extent of this Wang Qiu water.

At this moment, this face was held by two tender, white hands, so brightly swayed close to him.

It's like a flower in its best season, immobile, with morning dew, waiting for him to pick it up.

Zhao saved a little seductive thoughts.

A 27-year-old man who hasn't talked about his girlfriend is either cold or a little dumb.

Trumu should be the former.

So from the moment she got here, she was always intentionally saying something that seemed rather than, half-turned, and she pulled him off unexpectedly.

Nor did she wait for his reaction, whatever he thought, to leave without a sugar.

She doesn't care if the sugar eater is sweetened or not.

But this time, does it seem a little too obvious?

A Zhao looked in front of him and obviously had lost his mind, Chumu.

She laughed secretly in her heart, but with a serious face, she reached out and swayed in front of him: “Oops! ”

Chumu turned to God and saw Zhao looking at himself dissatisfied: “Is my question that hard to answer? ”

“No, I just...” Chumu said, laughing first.

Zhaofox wondered, “What are you laughing at? ”

Chumu looked at her with a smile: “I was just suddenly wondering, I haven't noticed this lately. ”

Zhao was stunned: “What? ”

Chumu suddenly reached out his hand and gently rubbed it over her head.

Then he calmly retracted his hand in Azhao's gaze.

He has wanted to do this since the last time he saw Zhao with the man in the suit.

The hand feels really good.

Moreover, he squinted his eyes slightly. Zhao stood so well and let himself rub his head in confusion.

It's so cute.

Zhao touched his head and stared at him. “What are you doing? ”

Trumu was a very old cadre: “I was just wondering, are you an adult or not? Are you still a child? ”

She does look small.

However, it is not enough to call a person a minor.

However, I hear girls like to be told that they are young.

Even a naked eye can cheer them up by opening their eyes and telling lies.

Trumu had never studied it before, and there was no one to please.

Zhao was the first.

For the first time, he said something like this, but he was a little nervous. He wanted to see how Azhao would react.

Zhao opened his eyes and said a little angry: “You fool me! Fancy words! ”

But with a smile on his face.

Obviously, like success.

Even though she knew she was making her happy with the good things she said, she was still being coaxed.

Zhao usually doesn't look like such a fool.

The girl is a strange creature.

Trumu thought of it in his heart and quickly continued to activate the skills he had just learned. The words were very sincere: "No, I really don't see how old you are. Are you still a student? ”

Zhao did fall for it.

He laughed and sold himself directly: “What student... I'm just a little younger than you. ”

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Chumu: I think my future brain might be a little silly.