Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Well... well, brother Fenglan, Xing'er should have been injured in these places."

After pointing from head to toe, Xiang Xing pursed the corners of his lips that were about to rise, raised his watery eyes, and looked at the man, "You can heal me."

"..."

Feng Lan was silent for a while, Peach Blossom's eyes blinked slightly.

Finally, after a period of unnatural embarrassment, he stood up silently and turned around, "I'll go to Feng Han to heal you..."

However, before the man could take a step in a chaotic manner, he suddenly felt a pair of slender arms circled up from behind.

He hugged him tightly, preventing him from taking another half step.

Feng Lan opened her eyes slightly in astonishment, but before she could say a word, she heard the little guy behind him murmur softly.

"I don't want others to heal me... I just want brother Fenglan."

Xiang Xing hummed in a low voice, "It was you who said you wanted to heal me... You are leaving now, do you despise me?"

"……of course not!"

Feng Lan reluctantly responded, and subconsciously patted the back of the tightly hugged little hand.

His eyes flickered for a while, then he bit his thin lip, and said in a low voice, "Xing'er...you hurt a lot, I'm worried that I don't know the severity of the attack... So, it's better to let Feng Han come over."

"Besides, it stands to reason that you haven't left the cabinet, I can't..."

"Brother Fenglan, I won't marry anyone else."

Xiang Xing buried his head and interrupted Feng Lan's words directly.

She was smothered in the silky-smooth satin fabric. Although her words sounded vague, her tone was very serious and solemn, "Even if Xing'er is going to marry someone in the future, she will only marry you... The jade-faced Shura will never marry!"

"..."

The man was shocked when he heard the words.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes stared blankly, but she turned around very quickly and squatted down again.

The slender big hand clasped the little guy's arms tightly, cramped, and he asked in a vague way, "Xing'er, what you said just now, are you serious?"

Does she really just want to marry him?

still……

Thinking about it, Feng Lan suddenly frowned again.

He couldn't help raising his hand and gently patted Xiang Xing's smooth little forehead.

In the next second, the little guy narrowed his eyes dejectedly, raised his small hand, slapped the big hand away with a slap.

"I didn't burn out my brain."

She hummed angrily, and the soft ball's cheeks were bulging with anger, and she stared at the man in front of her resentfully, "I'm serious!"

"..."

Feng Lan was really stunned this time.

After a long while, he seemed to be ecstatic, and the corners of his thin lips couldn't help twitching wildly.

"Xing'er, Xing'er..."

The man murmured over and over again, and finally, he stretched out his arms and hugged the little guy tightly into his arms.

The words in my ears were full of excitement, "Are you serious, are you willing to marry me...?"

"..."

Xiang Xing stopped talking this time.

With a small struggle, he moved out of the embrace.

Afterwards, he raised his small hand, gently held that beautiful face that was evil and calamity, and pursed his pink lips.

Then, he solemnly closed his soft eyes and kissed him actively.

"...!"

Feng Lan only felt a "boom" in her head, as if it had exploded...

It's not that he hasn't kissed her.

But her initiative, and such a sincere initiative, was the first time in history.

And it made his heart completely chaotic.

Busy birthday parties these days, busy as a dog...

Resuming the update tomorrow