Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao did not enjoy how long.

Because Chu Mu only took a short paragraph, in the full screen of "Do not stop" "More time" "Good to listen" in the barrage, cold and ruthlessly said goodbye.

And off the live broadcast.

The study was quiet at once.

And Chu Mu...

He stood up and walked slowly toward Azhao.

Azhao nervously picked up from the sofa chair.

She looked at Chu Mu's calm look at this moment and felt that she still regretted it.

I knew that I had to manage him, let me run first!

It’s too late to run now.

Chu Mu has been walking to the front of A Zhao.

If you take another step, the two will be able to stick together.

Azhao tried to stretch his expression and make himself look calmer.

However, the calm appearance of this effort was cracked when Chu Mu’s first sentence.

"From the future of the Tianqi Literature Network boss, huh?"

"Because I like my text, I am looking for me across time and space, huh?"

"Unfamiliar with our time, huh?"

Every time Chu Mu came to a sentence, he raised his voice "Well", and A Zhao thought that the tip of his heart would be trembled.

"I..." She swallowed and began to think of an excuse.

"Are you thinking about it, what reason should you find to lie to me this time?" Chu Mu's tone is low and gentle, it should have been very nice, but it happened to fall in A Zhao's ear, and the spirit spirit let her fight. A chill.

"No, no!" she denied it.

Chu Mu sighed softly.

This sigh made Azhao’s eyes tremble.

Then she felt that she had two hands and took her face.

Slightly exerted force.

Her chin was lifted and her eyes were forced to face the man in front of her.

Chu Mu has a pair of gentle and passionate peach eyes. When he smiles, he seems to have spring water. A Zhao has praised these eyes many times in his heart.

But now there is no smile in his eyes.

At this moment, these eyes are locking her tightly.

"If you don't have it, look at my eyes and tell me the truth."

At this moment, the two of them were almost in one place, and Chu Mu still held Azhao’s face. From the side, it was like kissing.

Azhao blinked his eyes very fast, and the long eyelashes trembled.

She realized how close the two were.

The body of another young man is almost intimate with her. She can feel the heat from Chu Mu's body, and the feeling on her face is the most intuitive.

The warm, soft palms are touching their faces.

From the back, because of this movement, his open arm seems to lock A Zhao's entire person in his own territory.

This kind of cognition makes Azhao's body somewhat soft.

It’s a bit awkward and it’s even more embarrassing.

Seeing her not talking for a long time, Chu Mu whispered: "What? Don't you say it?"

A Zhao whispered: "You, can you let me go?"

Her big eyes hide a trace of looking forward to watching Chu Mu.

Chu Mu smiled slightly, and in the eyes of Azhao Xi, he directly expressed his refusal: "I don't."

He paused, and he smiled and laughed: "I remember, our sister, Miss Xiaoying, is on the Internet, but she is very happy."

Azhao: "..."

There was a hot air rushing to the top of her head, which made her thoughts a bit confusing.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t think of any reason for excusing. She simply broke the jar and broke: "Well, you really want to listen, I will tell you."