Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Then, with intoxicating affection, it overturned a little overbearingly.

There was a strange confusion in his tone, "But, you're thinking too fast... a little sloppy."

When the voice fell, he did not wait for Xiang Xing to react, and then covered the lips that were as soft as jelly.

...

Bewildered, a picture suddenly appeared in Xiang Xing's mind.

The generals who fought on the battlefield broke through the gate of the white wall and jade tiles without any suspense.

He successfully met the pink-clad enemy general who was defending the empty city, and fought in an exquisite way.

She was playing very well, but she looked dazed.

Why do you see such a picture?

Does it have anything to do with what she's doing now?

She paused, and subconsciously turned her attention to Ya Ya, who was watching the big play in her mind.

But Ya Ya glared at him fiercely: [Little Ancestor, can you focus on roaring? ]

If Lu Shaoqian knew that she was distracted at such a time, she would probably cry...

...

a long time.

Xiang Xing suddenly felt dizzy and stared at Venus.

It's like being in a closed space, and your breathing is gradually becoming difficult.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and waved it a few times in a daze, as if in silent protest.

Fortunately, Lu Shaoqian also quickly reacted, and he seems to have gone too far.

Then he reluctantly left.

"...cough, cough, cough!"

Xiang Xing, who seemed to be reborn, couldn't help coughing violently, while taking a big mouthful of breath.

His face was already flushed red.

The apricot eyes were filled with moist water vapor, like a flower with frost and dew, so pitiful.

"Sorry for making you uncomfortable."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lu Shaoqian suddenly felt pity, and quickly patted her on the back gently to help straighten out her breath.

Next time, be careful.

The girl didn't say anything. After the breath gradually calmed down, she fell down.

The soft voice of muttering is full of dependence and nostalgia.

"It's not uncomfortable...I like it a lot."

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and finally smiled.

As he continued to follow the little guy's back, preparing to say something to coax her, unexpectedly, there was a soft knock on the door outside the study.

"Master, please come down for dinner."

"Um."

Lu Shaoqian responded lightly and wanted to help Xiang Xing up.

"Well……"

The little guy was a little unwilling, and was still suffocating, his head was messing up and down.

She doesn't want anyone to see what she looks like now.

must be funny...

Fortunately, the man quickly read her mind.

indeed.

She can only be seen by him in her current state.

Others, don't even think about it.

The ink eyes turned slightly, Lu Shaoqian smiled, and then ordered to the door: "Uncle Zhou, bring the food."

"Hey, okay."

...

late at night.

Lu Shaoqian finished dealing with the affairs that fell today, took a shower, and prepared to go back to his room to rest.

But he saw a petite figure, hugging a big pillow, leaning against the door of his bedroom.

The warm yellow corridor night light quietly shines on the angelic and holy face, and the slightly damp feather eyelashes glow with water under the reflection of the light.

The man was both distressed and confused.

He couldn't help but quickly walked up and hugged the little guy who was as light as a feather in his arms.

He frowned slightly: "Why did you fall asleep here? What should I do if I catch a cold."

"Well……?"

Xiang Xing responded dazedly, raised his little hand, and rubbed his wet soft eyes.

She sniffed lightly, and suddenly grabbed Lu Shaoqian's collar.

Good night ha~ I want a recommendation ticket