Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Okay, Miss Xiang!"

The stall owner glanced at He Xi who was behind Xiang Xing, and when he saw his young master cast a tacit gaze, he responded enthusiastically and handed Xiang Xing a fake crossbow.

"Will you play this?"

Looking at the little guy who was carefully examining the artificial crossbow, narrowed his soft eyes, and seemed to be professionally trying to aim at the target, He Xi couldn't help raising his eyebrows in a funny way.

But I saw Xiang Xing's small body, and confidently patted his small chest.

With a smug face: "Just watch it~"

After saying that, she suddenly straightened her posture seriously and took two deep breaths.

Aim with the crossbow calmly.

The action just started, but the young man beside him was stunned.

strangeness.

From the moment she got serious, he felt inexplicably that the aura emanating from her body suddenly changed.

The delicate little face is slightly tense, calm and serious, like a real shooter who has been battle-hardened.

She quickly determined her goal.

Immediately afterwards, there were a few swoops, and a crossbow arrow was fired.

And each one perfectly hit the balloon of the corresponding color.

The set of flowing clouds and flowing water came down, and even the stall owner's eyes widened in shock.

"...Pretty, Miss Xiang!"

He clapped his hands in amazement, and immediately picked up the first prize big yellow duck doll and sent it to Xiang Xing with a smile.

"In my stall, this is the first time I have seen a girl who can hit a hundred hits!"

He complimented without hesitation.

"……what."

Xiang Xing smiled politely on the surface, but silently complained in his heart.

It's not because the crossbow he gave him didn't adjust the sight and ballistics as the stall owners of the major shooting platforms have done by convention...

Well.

It is estimated that it was also requested by He Xi.

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly sneered to himself, and then turned sideways.

He stood on tiptoe and whispered in the ear of the boy beside him.

"thank you."

"..."

He Xi slightly hooked his lips, a little resentful.

It looked like she had found it.

Taking away the first prize of the shooting platform, Xiang Xing dragged He Xi and continued to wander around the playground.

Gradually, He Xi found out.

This girl seems to be very interested in anything with duck elements.

Just as she was then, after shopping around, in addition to the duck doll, she also bought a duck-duck messenger bag and a duck-butt-shaped, cute and funny, weird fluffy hat.

He was also eating a duck-shaped ice cream cone in his hand.

The boy was suddenly curious.

She couldn't help laughing lowly, and subconsciously lowered her eyes and asked her, "You seem to like ducks very much."

"Well?"

The little guy's movement of eating ice cream was stagnant, and he raised his soft eyes in confusion.

She rolled her eyes slightly, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Because I have raised ducks before."

"so."

He Xi nodded thoughtfully.

I saw him think about it for a while, his citrine-like eyes squinted a little, suddenly raised his slender palm, and rubbed the furry little head beside him.

He smiled even more, "Since you like it, then I have time to design a complete set of duck and duck accessories for you... just treat it as your birthday present this year."

Moreover, her birthday this year is a very important one.

Because from that day on, he could justifiably take her under his wings and truly protect her in the name of his fiancé.

Thinking of the bright future, the corners of the boy's delicate lips became deeper and deeper.