Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo smashed a bit, and always felt that the eyes of the ink night were mixed with many things, and it was unclear and unclear.

She didn't understand, but she had an inexplicable feeling.

Is he not willing?

"It seems that the son of the son is very caring for the princess!" Feng Linger's tone was very unpleasant. She leaned on the soft couch halfway, revealing a white thigh, and looking at the ink night with one hand: "You know I am very proud of this person, and there are many people who like me, but I rarely see it."

Luo dust and ink night at the same time, he did not consciously look at each other.

Feng Linger was glimpsed, and her heart was depressed. She shook her lips: "If the ink son is a distressed princess, you don't have to come to me this month to join in the fun. You can also send all the wines you have sent to the Princess of the Princess."

Ever since she knew the ink night, the impression that the ink night gave her was always the image of a modest son.

He knew that she liked to drink and entered the palace to become a winemaker. No matter what wine, he can brew it.

And the wine he brewed is fragrant and mellow, so delicious.

Whenever she drinks and dances, he will always stand quietly and watch, with deep eyes and shimmer, so beautiful.

The only thing that puzzled her was that he had never made a move to her.

If a man has no idea about a woman, there is only one reason, that is, this woman is not attractive enough.

For her, almost everyone in this world can worship under her pomegranate skirt, except for the regular victory general, there is only ink night.

Unreachable is always in turmoil, she is such a person, the more the bathroom does not want.

"Feng girl misunderstood!" Mo night eyebrows gently pick up, rubbed his eyes and said: "This pear flower collection is not easy, this time is only this jar of wine. The Princess does not understand wine, do not waste... This pear flower wine."

"Oh, huh..." Luo dumped the dust and heard a smile on his face. She was cold and sullen, and her mouth looked like an ugly bitter smile and looked at him: "Don't be indifferent to the son of the ink?"

"Oh, it turned out to be like this--" Feng Linger’s words were particularly happy, and the original gloomy face suddenly became clear.

It was like a spring breeze blowing on her face, so proud.

She took a sip of pear blossoms: "It's really good wine, and it doesn't have to be like the ink son. Your heart has received it. If you like it, I wouldn't mind if I like it. After all, this wine will be More is."

Luo dusted his eyebrows and shook his face, but his face looked very cold. Feng Linger’s words and phrases seem so provocative, even with a mocking atmosphere.

"Girl, the wine glass is coming."

"It's just right." Feng Linger took the glass and filled it with a cup to give it to him: "One cup, nothing to reluctant."

Luo dusted his right hand and gently gripped the fan, his eyes were cold.

This kind of feeling of being "given alms" is really a lot of feeling.

Can't lose people can't lose!

"That would be grateful to my mother for cutting love." Luo Dust took over the wine glass, looked at the ink night with a faint gaze, and intended to drink the wine in his hand.

As everyone knows, between the electric and the flint. Ink night rushed up, one hand took the waist of Feng Linger, and grabbed the glass in the hands of Luo Ding.

Do not say anything, gently feeding the wine glass to the edge of Feng Linger.

I saw Feng Linger shyly bowed his head, and the white cheeks had a blush of blush and enchanting.