Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"That's what I expected."

Feng Lan smiled and her eyes darkened, "Those old guys just want to intervene, but it's fine..."

"Star,"

As he said that, the man suddenly lowered his eyes, stared at Xiang Xing carefully, and smiled softly, "I have already figured out the next strategy for the sage when I was resting and nourishing my body... So, tomorrow morning , please invite the sage over and let me talk to him in detail, okay?"

"……Well?"

Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes, and tilted his head a little incomprehensibly.

He said honestly, "It's only four quarters of a second, when the sage said that he wanted to be her flower protector, he still followed Sister Fenghan to block her from those enthusiastic sons and brothers."

Instead of letting Situ Ling do something so unsatisfactory, it's better to call him in and discuss this top priority first, isn't it?

——Hey, why is she suddenly a bit like an old woman who hates iron.

The little guy couldn't help but complain to himself.

But the man in front of him was suddenly startled.

Afterwards, he raised the corners of his crimson lips meaningfully, and asked a seemingly unrelated question in a hoarse voice.

"Sister Xing'er, you are not curious, why did I suddenly wake up?"

"...Then, why?"

The little guy pursed his pink lips and asked him a question very cooperatively.

In my heart, I thought, for martial arts masters, the higher the internal strength, the faster the recovery.

Unexpectedly, Feng Lan suddenly seemed to be hiding a deep smile, and Peach Blossom's eyes lifted slightly.

He moved his head slightly closer to her, and continued to ask, "You didn't realize...Is the me at this moment different from the usual one?"

"……what?"

This question directly confused Xiang Xing.

Is there any difference?

She squinted her soft eyes, she couldn't help stretching her neck, and looked at the man carefully.

Well.

The eyes are the eyes, the nose is the nose, the appearance has not changed.

that is……

For some reason, she seemed to feel that his ears, which were perfectly contoured, were slightly reddened by candlelight or something.

Moreover, his holding his hand seemed to be a little too hot.

To be precise, it seemed that he was sitting across from him, like a mobile heater, emitting heat energy faintly.

No wonder she doesn't have a stuffy nose.

After thinking about it, the little guy has a small head again.

She couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Fenglan, you are like a big heater now, and even Xing'er's wind and cold have been warmed away~"

"……what."

Feng Lan laughed.

But he got closer, so close that the tip of his towering nose was about to touch her.

And in the dark brown peach blossom eyes, there is a rich color, as if there are many villains adding firewood and charcoal inside.

"Yes... I do look like a big stove at the moment."

Just listening to him continue to laugh, the conversation turned slightly, "But, the firewood and charcoal of this big stove, somehow... some can't be burned out."

"what?"

Xiang Xing still didn't understand much of his vague words at first.

But soon, as if she suddenly realized something, her cheeks like soft balls suddenly flashed two smudges.

No, it's not what she thinks it is...

When the little guy panicked, he finally smelled a looming mysterious aura.

When she was just eating the cake, she was always disturbed by the fragrance of the cake, and she didn't pay much attention.

After Feng Lan reminded her, she suddenly realized... This bedroom was filled with an indescribable but unexpectedly ecstatic aroma.