Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...?!"

Xiang Xing froze directly.

Why, how can I sing and play the piano well, and suddenly... eh? ?

However, at this moment, Feng Lan does not seem to stop at the same time as usual.

Instead, he tightened his arms more and more, and the warm warmth was intertwined with the joy that his words turned into actions.

But for a moment, a hazy mist of water appeared between the little guy's soft apricot pupils.

The small-headed melon seeds also seemed to be gradually becoming dull and stuck, as if they had suddenly lost their ability to think.

In the end, like a boat floating and sinking in the waves, it was gradually swallowed by the waves, sinking into the vortex of waves...

...

late at night.

Xiang Xing squatted again on her small chair for watching the moon in a daze, staring blankly at the water-like moonlight outside the window.

Thinking back on what just happened.

Although she only remembered that Feng Lan turned the extreme joy and enthusiasm into her doting and loving for nearly two hours, and she almost didn't even care about meals.

During this period, he had a hoarse and confusing voice, called her name over and over again, said over and over again that he liked her, loved her...

However, he frequently stopped at the most critical moment, only to be polite.

Thinking of this, the little guy couldn't help but pouted, not understanding, and frowned depressedly.

why?

Why stop?

Could it be because he was a man living in the ancient world, with etiquette and customs engraved in his bones and blood?

——But his actions all the time, never gave her the feeling of being restrained.

Or……

In fact, I don't like her very much in the enjoyment of this life, so at the last moment can I still have the mind to step on the brakes directly? !

ah this...

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing suddenly lowered his head a little dejectedly, and his small mouth was deflated.

On the side, the duck duck eagle, who was listening to her brain activity, couldn't help squinting mung bean's eyes extremely speechlessly, staring at her.

The little ancestor's recent head, the seeds in his head, seems to be filled with unhealthy things...

However, other than that.

What made it even more surprising was Ah Xing's performance in Xiang Junxian's courtyard during the day.

That kind of composure that it has never seen before, as well as the way she slowly, bit by bit, flickered Xiang Junxian into a dizzy way, is really a big contrast with the little ancestors in normal times.

This extraordinary sense of maturity seems to have suddenly changed the core.

But somehow, it gave it a very real feeling.

Well……

Could it be said, is that the true character of Xiang Xing?

In this way, it seems that it can be associated with the heroine of the savior level that the boss once mentioned.

Thinking about it, Ya Ya once again stared at Xiang Xing's blank back, frowning complicatedly.

If it's really like what it guessed, then what has this little idiot experienced to make it look like this little idiot?

Humans are so complicated.

...

Days passed by, and if you were not careful, it was late February.

Soon after, the third day of the third lunar month was the day when Xuanyuan and Beihu were married, and Situ Ling and Bei Xiuling got married.

At this time, the most anxious person was not a certain little emperor who didn't want to marry, nor was Bei Xiuli and the others still trapped in the prison of the eastern capital.

But the six old regent ministers far away in the imperial capital.

Yes, according to the original plan, at this point in time, King Beihu should lead a team of relatives and send his second Princess Beihu to the imperial capital to prepare for marriage as early as possible.

I should be able to guess what I said in the comment area or group or my space. I have been resting for a while in a bad mood recently~

Then come back today to update hahahahaha

(There are more than two chapters today, I just said in advance that I am back!)