Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"I……"

Looking at the beautiful face so close at hand, Xiang Xing's eyes were straight, and he only murmured dumbly.

Go quickly came back to his senses, and couldn't help shaking his little head sharply, shrinking back hard until his back slammed into the door gloriously.

The pain caused her little nose to wrinkle slightly, while breathing in a low breath, she muttered in a low voice, "I'm going to return things, not to send things..."

"There is no difference."

The man laughed softly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Instead, he slowly released Xiang Xing, then Yingying turned around, walked to the small tea table in the middle of his boudoir, and sat down.

After that, he turned his head to the side, bent his slender knuckles, and tapped a few times rhythmically on the table top of the tea table, while blinking lightly at the little guy.

"General Xiang, come and sit down."

He laughed, his eyes and voice full of charm.

Xiang Xing was a little hesitant at first, but when her eyes inadvertently glanced at the full table, she suddenly widened her eyes.

I saw that there were not only two cups of clear tea on the tea table.

I also looked at the delicate and delicious cloud cakes, pineapple cakes, sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings, dragon beard cakes, red bean lily cakes...

All her favorite snacks!

This is good, because he was dragged here by Situ Ling because he didn't have dinner, and after going through the series of turmoil just now, Xiang Xing is already hungry and tired at this moment.

Seeing the delicious and sweet snacks, her saliva instantly dripped down.

The feet were more like being manipulated by something, and involuntarily, they walked towards Feng Lan.

He sat down on the seat he had prepared.

As soon as she sat down, her dark eyes stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling closest to her, and her throat swallowed unconsciously.

However, he was a little cautious and did not go to get it immediately, but slightly clenched his fingers and pursed his lips.

Look at the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling, and look at the man beside him.

Seeing her small appearance, Feng Lan couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

The perfectly-lined wrist supported the tight jaw slightly, the head was slightly tilted, and the peach blossom eyes stared at the little guy.

"This is Fengxianglou. There are no rules and regulations in the palace and your general's residence. If you want to eat, just eat as much as you want."

With the other hand, he took up the jade chopsticks, picked up a crystal and round sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling, and placed it lightly on the small plate in front of her.

When the chopsticks were loosened, the jade chopsticks suddenly paused again.

Then, a light and wanton chuckle suddenly came from Xiang Xing's ear, "Or... General Xiang wants the slave family to serve you and feed you, eh?"

"...I, I can eat it myself!"

When he said this, Xiang Xing was so frightened that his whole body jumped up.

Immediately, he grabbed the chopsticks in front of him in a hurry, poked the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling directly, and swallowed it with a gulp.

As a result, this mouthful made her choked directly, and her little face was instantly flushed red by the sudden suffocation.

"...tsk,"

Feng Lan was startled for a moment, and hurriedly stretched out her arms, pulled Xiang Xing into her arms, and wrapped her arms around her.

The arm was slightly exerted on the waist and abdomen, but in an instant, the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling was successfully forced out.

The little guy was relieved, his little head tilted, and dazedly smashed directly onto the table.

It was so miserable that he drooped sideways, and the little hand subconsciously patted his chest and followed his breath.