Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Xing'er, although I didn't have the strength to lie to you... But, everything I did just now, I am sincere."

Feng Lan whispered in the girl's ear, then suddenly grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

In the pair of peach blossom eyes that were so light and unrestrained a moment ago, all the irregularities and restlessness have long since dissipated, and only a deep serious color remains.

"Sister Xing'er, we have been together for so many days, I wonder if you have noticed..."

As the man spoke, he was very nervous for a little while, biting his thin, light rose lips slightly, and paused.

After that, he took a deep breath and continued to ask softly, "Have you noticed that I like you very much... Even when I saw you for the first time, I made up my mind to get you."

"..."

Hearing his sudden expression of his intentions, Xiang Xing couldn't help widening his soft eyes.

To be honest...

Feng Lan, who has always been faceless and skinless, suddenly became serious, she was not used to it.

Could it be that the turtle rested and nourished his body and fed his madness a little more normal?

Thinking about it, the little guy was suddenly a little happy.

But she is a bad boy now, and she can't express her happiness so quickly.

After thinking about it, Xiang Xing turned his dark and watery pupils, and immediately turned a small face, pretending to be unhappy.

"But, but didn't you keep saying that you have a girl you've always dreamed of."

She held back her smile, and hummed deliberately, "Since brother Fenglan has the lover of his dreams, and now he is empathetic and loves Xing'er, doesn't it mean that you are half-hearted."

"……Um?"

Hearing this, Feng Lan couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He really didn't expect that she still remembered this, and even told him about it.

... However, doesn't this mean that she actually cares about him very much, so will she remember those seemingly unintentional words?

Thinking of this, the man felt even more joyful in his heart.

He couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice, and hugged the little guy again.

As if acting like a spoiled child, she lowered her gorgeous peach blossom eyes and said to her, "Sister Xing'er, since you still remember this, then you never realized that the 'dream lover' I have always been talking about, she was close by. Right in front of you?"

Before Xiang Xing could respond to him, Feng Lan tilted her head again and blinked at her.

Afterwards, he raised his hand slightly, exerted his inner strength, and directly took the brand new guqin that was placed on the dressing table not far away, and placed it horizontally between the two of them.

"Tell me, if she wasn't you, why would you play this "White"?"

The man laughed, lowered his fingertips, and played a string of beautifully familiar melodies.

While playing, he turned his attention to Xiang Xing again, and smiled at the purple dress, "And, if she wasn't you, why would you be able to wear that set of clothes I made for you?"

"...Is this really made for me?"

The little guy hummed and simply stretched the little jio out.

Pointing angrily, "Look at it, the tailor-made one is still so short."

"...Who made my sister Xing'er grow so well? It's only been a year since I dreamed of you, and you've grown taller."

Feng Lan burst out laughing, took away the guqin, and rubbed the bulging little guy into his arms again.

His eyes deepened and he murmured, "However, you are your kind of thing... I really didn't expect it."