Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Ah my squid..."

Xiang Xing tugged at the man's arm blocking her depressedly, and watched the back of the pastoral dog leave, wanting to cry without tears.

She pursed her small mouth and sniffed softly.

But he stopped, suddenly thinking of something.

He couldn't help raising his little head suddenly, and his soft eyes stared at the man who was still silent.

He said honestly, "Brother Yan Heng, are you jealous?"

"..."

Yan Heng was stunned by the question.

He shook his thick ink pupils, and Ben subconsciously wanted to deny it.

But after thinking about it for a while, he seemed to be inexplicably relieved, and he sighed a little.

After that, he suddenly lowered his head and moved closer to the bulging little face.

Mo Mei narrowed slightly, staring at her deeply.

His voice was hoarse, "If I'm really jealous, will you... won't mention anything related to Sallie?"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing suddenly opened his soft eyes.

The next second, it was a puff, and he covered his mouth and chuckled.

The little guy laughed for a while before he straightened up again and looked back at him seriously.

He raised his little hand to make an oath, and his voice was soft: "If Brother Yan Heng doesn't like it, I will never mention it again."

She paused, her small brows furrowed slightly, and continued to add, "But, you have to tell me in advance next time, otherwise I don't know if you will like it..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Xing suddenly felt the shadow in front of him approaching quickly.

Immediately afterwards, she fell into an unusually warm embrace.

"right,"

The head nestled in his ear suddenly took a deep breath, his voice even more hoarse, "I don't like it."

Not to mention her mentioning it, just seeing the slight change in her eyes made him feel like his heart was about to explode.

Although this feeling, there is still a trace of uncertainty.

but……

At this moment, he didn't want to worry about it so much.

Thinking about it, Yan Heng's arms tightened a little bit, as if to rub that delicate body into blood.

Feeling the increasingly intense warmth, the little guy paused, and he couldn't help but open his arms and hug him back.

The little head rubbed against the firm shoulder comfortably.

It was different from the icy armor that took her over the rope bridge that day.

He is warm and reassuring to rely on when he takes off his uniform.

She just let him hold her.

After a long time, the embrace was a little reluctant to let go.

However, the man's face was no longer the tasteful look, and his gentle and modest smile was restored.

"Okay, let's go on a walk."

As Yan Heng said that, he lightly held the little guy's soft hand and led her out of the alley again.

Continue shopping and eating.

...

When the two returned to the border camp, it was already evening.

Because he ate too many snacks in Coldwind City, after returning to the big tent, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning secretly in the face of the extraordinarily sumptuous dinner that was brought on a special trip.

Oops, I can't eat anymore...

But, if you don't eat it, it seems that some of the uncles and uncles who work hard in the logistics kitchen can't bear it.

Thinking about it, the little guy bit his head and ate a little.

...

Unfortunately, after a quarter of an hour, she regretted it.

I don't know if it was because of eating too much or something else. After sitting and resting for a while, Xiang Xing suddenly felt some signs of dizziness and nausea.

After thinking about it, she simply picked up the small washbasin and decided to go to the creek next to the camp to draw a basin of water to wash her face and wake up.

So, the little guy staggered out of the small tent with a copper basin on his back.