Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"I said I missed you, coughing..." Luo looked at him with a light smile and a clear look.

She coughed twice and said she was weak.

No problem, the original owner was really weak before!

Now I want to come, the original Lord seems to be dead at this time.

I saw Zhao Anyang’s faint light, and looked at her pale cheeks and said, “Well, come over.”

Luo Dust raised the skirt and smiled and walked to his side to sit down.

Sure enough, the case was the subject of tomorrow’s imperial examination.

"It’s so late, the emperor is still watching what to do?” Luo’s dusty voice is soft and soft, giving people a feeling of 'non-pointing’.

Of course, including Zhao Anyang.

His ear is slightly red, and even the heartbeat is not consciously accelerating.

In addition to occasionally seeing colorlessness in these years, he barely saw any women.

Even he felt that he seemed to have no interest in that aspect.

But now, she sat next to her, with a hint of aroma on her body, and a faint blush on her white, tender face. The pale pink lips make people want to kiss them.

What to do, I can’t control it...

Luo Dian Chen saw that he did not speak, turned slightly, but found that his handsome face has been closer.

When she blinked and was about to close her eyes, Zhao Anyang’s body moved to the original position.

This makes Luo Ding a bit strange, isn't he beautiful enough?

Or is it not his side...?

Oh, this is no wonder. He and colorless for so many years, not even a doll.

"Tomorrow's imperial examination, I am planning to test questions." Zhao Anyang pretending to be calm.

At that moment, he had almost a decisive thought, and wanted to hold her into her arms.

But in the next second, he felt that he was too anxious.

Now she just came out in the shadows of the past, if suddenly with him...

Will it remind her again, ignore him...

"What questions?" Luo Dust slowly leaned against him, said sweetly.

Zhao Anyang looked at her body and looked at her slightly raised mouth and licked her lips. Immediately closed his eyes, like clearing distracting thoughts, coughing and coughing: "The marching strategy."

Lying in the trough, finished. At first glance, the Su is not knowing what to do in the marching strategy. What should I do?

System system, I hide the task failure is not counted in the total experience, anyway, it is also 0, there is no deduction!

[Can be deducted into a negative number and all packages are forfeited. 】 The system sounds without emotion.

I am going, you are! I want to collect my gift bag and dream!

"Why do you want to have such a problem?" Luo asked, blinking.

"Protect the home country, the responsibility of the man." Zhao Anyang did not face his eyes, but the eyes on the book.

When I marched in front of the army, she always advised him on his side.

When they finally set foot on the last city in the east, he hurt her, and she no longer wants to care for him.

He only thought about these years. If she can no longer get her heart, then at least ensure that she is safe in her life.

Luo seemed to know what he meant, and then smiled and said: "I think that Zhao Guo is so stable and harmonious now, and there are people who are fighting on the march, and they are not in a hurry to take it."

“Oh?” Zhao Anyang’s eyebrows picked up and had some interest in clearing the scorpion: “What kind of talent is suitable for storage now?”

"People who know the way of doing business." Luo said without hesitation.