Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...you won't, haven't you rested all night?"

Xiang Xing carefully drags Qin Yue to the sofa in the living room and sits down.

Bending down, his little hands raised the handsome face filled with immortal energy in worry.

God, the tiredness looks so serious.

"Um... not at all."

The man let out a low laugh, leaned forward intentionally or unintentionally, and rested his head directly on Xiang Xing's belly.

He murmured confusedly, "I closed my eyes for an hour on the plane."

"...is that enough?"

Xiang Xing was a little unhappy.

Even if he can't fall asleep, this whole night is enough for him to sleep and wake up many times.

Why rush back.

Depressed, the girl's mind flashed, and she suddenly remembered what she said during the video call last night.

She seemed, said, to look for him when he wanted to sleep, didn't she...

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing shook his head angrily.

Her pot!

"Okay, I'll take you to bed."

After thinking about it, the little girl struggled to help the big man up, and walked tremblingly towards the upstairs room.

During this period, the servants in the family saw this and stepped forward to help.

But they were all rejected by Xiang Xing.

She has to carry her own pot.

...

Finally throwing Qin Yue onto his big bed, Xiang Xing jumped down, grabbed two packets of potato chips, and was about to run to the small table with the radio equipment.

However, in the next second, the slender arm was suddenly grabbed by a big hand and pulled back.

She had to fall down again, and immediately looked back at Qin Yue suspiciously.

"How……"

"Don't use the microphone."

I saw Qin Yue threw the headset beside the pillow to the ground, staring at her deeply with his tired brown eyes.

The red lips evoked a faint arc, "Just eat here."

"what?"

Xiang Xing was a little sluggish.

Looking at the potato chips in her hand, she couldn't help blinking her soft apricot eyes strangely, and her small mouth curled slightly, "But the potato chips will fall on the bed..."

How unsanitary is that.

However, thinking about it this way, the man's warm and sincere look, with a little coquettish pleading gaze, made her unable to refuse ruthlessly.

After a pause, he finally sighed leisurely and moved to the head of the bed.

Like last time, he carefully picked up Qin Yue's head and put it on his lap.

The soft and sweet milk fragrance poured into the nose, the man froze for a while, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

With a slight smile, the slender arms came along and hugged her gently.

Close heavy eyelids in peace and comfort.

As for Xiang Xing at this time, he stared at the two packets of potato chips in his hand and was startled.

Well, she is still worried that when she eats potato chips, the slag will fall on Qin Yue's head.

Thinking about it, the girl's little head tilted slightly, and the image of his head of potato chips suddenly appeared in his mind.

Alas.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

Finally, he threw the potato chips back into the basket, and his little hand turned to gently rubbing the floppy head.

The soft eyes rolled around, and suddenly he leaned down slightly and spoke softly.

"Qin Yue, can I tell you a story?"

"Um... it's fine."

Qin Yue answered vaguely.

Now, as if he had suddenly discovered a new continent, he had found a good way.

Instead, I don't pursue the use of sound to help sleep.

However, how would Xiang Xing know this.

She pursed her jelly-soft lips, and recalled the collection of fairy tales that Duck Duck had let go of.

Well, tell a story about Aladdin's lamp.

Thank you Xi, Lotus Wangyou for the reward~

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