Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao did reject the boy in front of him.

The boy obviously didn't expect the young lady to look at herself, just to show her mind.

Watching the boy go away in darkness, both quietly watching were relieved.

Monfi Cherry came back to the cage and realized what she had just done.

She stood up straight, snorted, and didn't look at Tangzhou. She maintained her own demeanor and walked away.

Tangzhou did not leave.

He looked at Zhao who was still standing there and thought about it. Finally, he lifted his legs and walked over.

“Young lady.” He stood at a very safe distance and shouted Azhao.

Zhao looked back at him: "Tangzhou. ”

She even had a slightly less obvious smile on her face.

Tangzhou doesn't feel wrong.

Young ladies in their own homes are much more gentle than in school.

“Is there something wrong?” A Zhao looked at him.

Yeah, find yourself a young lady. What's the matter?

There is an impulse in Tangzhou's heart.

He wanted to confess to the same guy he was with.

But he also knows that there are more boys in the world who like young ladies.

But to get young ladies, none.

If you put it together, it's probably the same for everyone else.

So he pressed down on this impulse and turned his eyes to the sky.

“The moon is beautiful tonight.” He said.

A Zhaoxin gave rise to a delicate thought.

She glanced at Tangzhou without moving her voice, and found that the teenager was looking seriously at the moon, and the divine color was serious.

Like that sentence, it doesn't mean anything else.

Probably really doesn't mean anything.

After all, there is not necessarily a foreigner called Natsumeishi who will hide his confession in such a beautiful phrase.

So she nodded, following Tangzhou's words, and looked at the full moon like a silver plate: “The moon is beautiful tonight. ”

Tangzhou's heart pounded.

He couldn't help but look at the person beside him.

The night breeze blew her white skirt.

He wants to say you're more beautiful than the moon.

But that's too much for Meng Lang.

He wouldn't dare.

He was afraid that some words that were inappropriate for him to say, once spoken, he and she, together with the table, would be inappropriate.

Zhao sensed his eyes. The black eyes seemed to have a flashing light point with the meaning of interrogation.

It's like asking him, "You're looking at me again. What are you trying to say? ”

Tangzhou took a deep breath and said something that was not eye-catching.

“A gift for the young lady may be a little rude. But I was careful. I hope you like it. ”

Azhao nodded for a moment and said warmly: "Thank you. ”

Tangzhou felt lucky tonight.

Otherwise, how can you meet such a gentle young lady and stand with her and say so many words?

People are never satisfied.

Maybe the wind was too gentle tonight, maybe the moon was too beautiful, maybe he snuck himself a glass of wine before he came to talk.

Tangzhou made a statement that he would never say easily in his own state of reason.

“Miss, can I invite you to a dance? ”

After that, he realized what he had said.

That slight intoxication vanished most of the time.

Tangzhou is frozen.