Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

she said shyly.

Lin Pingzhi's hand was icy, touching her hot face, it was very comfortable.

Lin Pingzhi remained silent.

He tore it lightly.

Tear off the scar on Xiao Zhao's face, which she put on specially for camouflage.

Even though Xiao Zhao had a scar on his face before, it wasn't ugly.

But now that the scars have been removed, her beauty has improved a few levels again.

As the daughter of Saint Daikis.

Xiao Zhao is the new Persian Mingjiao saint.

Her beauty is completely different from Xiaolongnv's.

Little Dragon Girl is classically beautiful and cool.

And Xiao Zhao is the beauty of the Western Regions, fiery.

"So lovely."

Lin Pingzhi praised sincerely.

Xiao Zhao's heart was beating very fast.

Even if we just met each other not long ago.

But Xiao Zhao was moved by Lin Pingzhi.

In Guangmingding, she was often bullied by Yang Buhui.

Just a servant.

But here in Lin Pingzhi.

Xiao Zhao, however, experienced equality.

"Son..."

She gave a delicate cry.

Lin Pingzhi lowered his head and looked towards Xiao Zhao.

Although Xiao Zhao is young.

But the nature of people from the Western Regions is also engraved in her blood.

For the man he likes, Xiao Zhao unabashedly reveals his true heart.

In the original book, Xiao Zhao never dared to confess his love to Zhang Wuji.

Because Zhang Wuji's heart belongs to him.

But this world.

Lin Pingzhi took the initiative towards her.

Naturally, she would not pretend to be reserved.

The lips of the two touched together.

Xiao Zhao couldn't help being fascinated.

It turns out that this is a kiss?

Lin Pingzhi's pink sword and Xiao Zhao's pink sword were constantly entangled.

However, Lin Pingzhi's powder sword has been battle-tested for a long time.

Even if Xiao Zhao has the open blood of people from the Western Regions.

He was still no match for Lin Pingzhi.

But a dozen rounds.

Xiao Zhao lost the battle out of breath.

Her pink sword is not yet an enemy of Lin Pingzhi.

Looking at Xiao Zhao who has a pink face.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but whet his appetite.

"Xiao Zhao, let me protect you for the rest of my life?"

He leaned close to Xiao Zhao's ear and said softly.

When speaking, Xiao Zhao's warm and gentle breathing made Xiao Zhao's heart beat faster, and even his chain bones were covered with a layer of pink.

Xiao Zhao lowered her head in embarrassment.

She remembered the two swords clashing just now.

For that feeling, some nostalgia.