Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

But just as she lifted the veil, she paused again.

Immediately, he raised his hand and stroked his hair, which was still a man's style.

She thought about it for a while, and her soft eyes flickered slightly.

He couldn't help but sip the powder on his lips, and simply tore off the crown, and draped it over a waterfall of fine, smooth blue silk.

Later, she went to Feng Lan's dressing mirror and used the ribbon from the original crown and the simple hosta to tie her hair into a delicate and lovely bun.

Only then did he nod his head in the mirror with self-satisfaction, then turned around and walked out of the screen.

Looking at the man who only put down the tea cup and didn't look back even though he heard her movement, Xiang Xing tilted his head and couldn't help but whisper softly.

"I-I've changed..."

Hearing the sound, Feng Lan first smiled faintly, then turned around and looked at her.

However, at a glance, the man's peach-blossom eyes were slightly raised, and a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared.

The pupils looked up and down for a few minutes, and the corners of the crimson lips couldn't help but evoke deeply.

I saw that he opened his mouth first, as if faintly excited.

But after a pause, he turned to a bright smile like a spring breeze, and immediately got up and approached Xiang Xing.

"Oh, General Xiang is really suitable for this kind of dress~"

Feng Lan laughed, and gently held the little guy's exquisite shoulders with both hands, as if facing a beautiful piece of art, watching it up and down.

Although he was trying his best to cover it up, he did not hide his warm eyes, and the little guy looked a little shy.

He couldn't help lowering his head slightly, and in a small cramp, he snapped his fingers once and for all.

Nuo Nuo murmured, "It's just that I'm too tall, and the skirt looks short..."

"Why, it's obviously just right."

The man interrupted her with a low smile.

After all, in his dreams, she was that tall.

And that same demeanor, and small movements...

He really did not admit the wrong person.

He waited for her.

Thinking about it, Feng Lan was excited, and the strength of her hands couldn't help but increase.

Xiang Xing's small arm hurt a little, so he could not help shrinking.

Fortunately, the man quickly regained his senses, his dark brown pupils flickered slightly, and once again raised his beautiful smile that made the surroundings pale.

"Little General, Little General,"

He called to her, leaned back slightly, and said softly, "If you miss me in the future, when you come to visit me, wear this outfit, eh?"

Seeing that the little guy was stunned and didn't answer, his tone suddenly became softer, as if he begged a little coquettishly, "Are you okay, little general? Huh? Is it okay..."

"...good good."

Xiang Xing suddenly came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.

She couldn't bear the begging of a beautiful woman the most.

Even if only the face looks like a young lady, but she is actually a beautiful little brother, then, of course, it is unbearable!

"That's great~"

Hearing her promise, Feng Lan seemed extremely excited, and immediately hugged the petite person to Xiong's arms.

With his head resting on Xiang Xing's slender shoulder, he bit his lower lip, and his eyes rolled, as if he wanted to say something else.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door at an inopportune moment.

And a heartless call: "Dalan! Dalan! Is Daxing here with you??"

Spine pain last night, I went to bed early, I will make up for it today...