MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The eyes of fear opened his eyes and groaned.

Zhao Anyang’s handsome face appeared in front of her.

Sure enough, the skin is fair, the thin lips are gently picked up, and the dark eyes are the domineering of the king.

"Dust..." Zhao Anyang is obviously a little surprised, how long has she not seen her.

At this time, she had a light spirit in her body, and she looked forward to it. It seems that the years have not left any trace on her face.

Holding his neck, his face was covered with a slight blush.

"The emperor." Luo Ding is so embarrassed, don't look away, gently call him.

His eyes are a bit hot and somewhat puzzled.

Once upon a time, she was so beautiful, but he could not see.

Later he saw it and married her. But she has been indifferent to him for four years, how suddenly...

[叮 - Good feeling plus five, the task completion rate is 55 percent. 】

I am going, so I added? So easy, isn't it a minute to complete the task and receive a spree?

"The emperor, the slave has just heard the sound in the house, what can the emperor have, do you need a slave to come in?" The outside father heard the movement inside, but did not call Zhao Anyang, and did not dare to come in private.

"No, don't come in." Zhao Anyang's cool, watery voice came from the ear, listening to her heart.

He resumed rationality and put her down, went to the desk and sat down, and kept a distance from her. The voice was cold and said: "How come you?"

Indeed, people will become.

When Zhao Anyang had nothing at all, the reluctance of the eyes was more different than ordinary people.

Nowadays, it has become the owner of this eastern continent for more than three years. Naturally, there is a domineering position.

I thought that if he talked to her like this, he would have been beaten to death by her.

No, it’s been a long time since she was killed by her own stick?

Not right, she is not willing.

"I just want to understand." Luo whispered softly, and the tassels on his head swayed slightly. When I laughed, I had a shallow dimple, and my eyes were clear and moving, and I couldn’t help but want to stare at her.

"Want to understand what?" Zhao Anyang Jianmei picked up and looked at her.

Luo slammed his eyes and smiled: "A man can have three wives and four wives, let alone the emperor."

[叮——The degree of goodness is reduced by ten, and the task completion is forty-five percent. 】

Mad, you are sick! For Mao minus ten, I should be able to reduce five if I say something wrong! Do you understand the fairness of addition and subtraction?

[System prompt: The man does not like this sentence. 】

Lying, I know! You have lost ten, I still don't understand that I am a fool?

"But you go back!" Zhao Anyang waved his hand and wanted to call the father-in-law outside the door.

"Wait--" There was a mist in the dawn of Luocheng, and some saddened said: "I just missed you."

system?

system?

system?

No sound? Didn't increase the sensitivity?

She said that such a sensational sentence, should not add fifteen?

[Please concentrate on the point, the man is watching you. 】

"What do you say?" Zhao Anyang stunned, his eyes were full of unbelievable looks.

She actually thought of him. Since she started to know him, she has never had a soft whisper, and her style of work has always been decisive.

Included with him.

Sometimes he even wondered if she had loved her for so many years.

Or just her possessiveness is too strong, after all, Luo Dingchen wants everything.

Everyone is respectful to her, except him.