Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Believe, how could I not believe you."

Yan Heng responded softly, raised his hand and rubbed the soft back of his head, smiling with a heartache.

After hugging her for a long time, he sighed inaudibly and let go of her.

Put Xiang Xing back on the bed, and caressed her tender forehead and soft cheeks.

"Okay, you're still very weak, rest early, eh?"

"Um!"

The little guy nodded, smiled and hooked his lips that had recovered a little pink color, and closed his soft eyes obediently.

But after a while, she breathed evenly and gradually fell asleep.

Seeing Xiang Xing sleeping peacefully, the man slowly got up.

Turning around, the originally gentle dark eyes turned into a bone-chilling icy cold in an instant.

spies are...

He narrowed his eyes, sneered, and walked out of the tent with his long legs.

Tonight, whether it is long or short, it is not short.

...

the next day.

Before the stars had set outside the window, Xiang Xing rubbed his moist soft eyes and sat up.

Putting on his clothes, he jumped out of bed cautiously, stretched his arms and kicked his legs.

Speaking of which, she vomited the poison out last night and slept for a long time, but she felt that most of her energy had recovered.

Anyway, it's done!

The little guy patted his strong little body, walked around the screen lightly, and walked out.

There was no one else in the tent.

Except for the man who was sitting on the high chair in the main hall, his big hands lightly clenched into fists, slightly touching his head, and resting in a posture that she looked a little uncomfortable.

Even wearing armor.

Obviously, it was a night without much rest.

Xiang Xingguang looked at it, and felt a little pain in his heart.

She pursed her pink lips, and couldn't help jogging over, carefully pulling the man's slender arm and putting it on her shoulder.

With a slight movement, Yan Heng, who was only lightly asleep, quickly woke up and opened his dark eyes.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he paused slightly, but he backhandedly hugged the little guy into his arms.

In the hoarse voice, there was a little worry: "Why did you get up so early?"

"I've slept enough!"

Xiang Xing responded with a milky voice, but his small body struggled to get out of his arms.

Continuing to hold that sturdy arm, he dragged it out vigorously, "I occupied your bed for a whole night, so you didn't sleep much... Now it's your turn to sleep!"

"..."

Yan Heng looked at the little guy who was holding his hand in various ways with a funny look.

I wanted to say something, I was already used to not sleeping, but seeing how serious she was, when the words came to her lips, they were always swallowed back in her stomach.

She only gently hooked her lips and let her pull herself into the sleeping tent.

Then she continued to disassemble her armor with her head and head.

——Although she doesn't seem to be able to dismantle at all, the more she fiddles, the more chaotic she becomes.

The man finally couldn't stop laughing, and hurriedly held the sallow white hand that was almost cut by the armor.

He bowed his head and whispered softly, "I'll do it myself, you watch and learn it, and you'll know it later, eh?"

"……All right."

Xiang Xing pursed his small mouth, and finally took a step back silently.

He tilted his head and watched carefully the movements and steps of his disarming.

After he took off the armor completely, he obediently hugged the thick armor piece to the side, and hung it clumsily and carefully.

After tossing everything, her tired forehead was covered in fine sweat.

Fortunately, the man was still obedient, and finally he was willing to fall asleep on the bed.