Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He was her first man.

From the beginning, Huayong felt it.

No matter how strong and familiar she looks.

But the greenness of the body doesn't fool people.

This cognition made him quite happy.

At this moment, the two of them snuggled together as if they were the closest couple, so close that they could almost create the illusion that Huayong should not have.

But the words of the palace shook him up instantly.

Yeah, she's not some delicate, harmless teenage girl, she's the enemy of decades of his life, and she's no less powerful than her emperor.

“Your Majesty.” He spoke softly, "it's time to get up. ”

“Hmm...” Zhao is not fully awake yet.

As she had done countless times in the past, she lifted her hand and held the neck of the person in her arms, rubbing her hard against his chest.

At this time, if time is not in a hurry, he will hold her and lie down for a while, and if time is tight, he will sit with her and wake up a new day with a morning kiss.

But Zhao forgot.

Has changed to a mission world.

The person in front of you is Huayong, not Tangzhou.

Huayong looked stunned at the woman who relied on her arms.

Is this really the Peacock Empress you know?

Is she as delicate as her little daughter?

After a moment of silence, Huayong suddenly laughed.

One more look at the man in his arms, his face has softened.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Shoyang? Time to get up. ”

Why are you yelling...

Azhao opened his eyes confused, tried to raise his head, glaring at him and kissing him. “Shut up and go to sleep! ”

Huayong: “…”

Outside the curtain, the head of the palace is almost down to the ground.

Your Majesty, is this what your Majesty and Lord Lin An are doing in private?

You didn't accidentally snoop into the emperor's privacy, did you?

There was chaos in Miyato's mind.

And Huayong has been made to cry by Zhao's successive operations.

He felt that the impression of the Peacock Empress, inherent in his mind, had been completely broken at the moment.

Forgive him.

No one, after seeing such a Zhao, can ever associate her with the words “dignified” and "solemn”.

He was almost soft-hearted just now in Azhao's sarcastic offense.

But...

Huayung closed his eyes: The first night he entered the palace, he left the king premature.

That doesn't bode well.

It is also inconvenient for you to move forward.

It was with his heart that he pushed Ah Zhao, his voice amplified a little: “Your Majesty, it's time to get up early. ”

Early morning?

Early morning...

Morning!

A Zhao's spirit finally woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a white chest in front of her eyes and an abdominal muscle hidden beneath it that revealed its contours.

Looking up, is a familiar, handsome face.

“Good morning, Greenie.” She said hello and finally sat up.

Huayung couldn't help but tremble in her heart when she shouted.

He watched Zhao lift up his quilt and moved in his heart. He sat down with him.

Zhao was about to get out of bed. He couldn't help but get his hands pulled.

She turned to surprise.

On the bed, the man with the brunette hair revealed a bright, cloudy smile:

“Morning, Zhaoyang. ”