Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

He took out the key, unlocked the door, and led her inside.

Xiang Xing suddenly discovered that this place seemed to be a small studio.

The hangings are also well-conceived and high-quality paintings and design manuscripts.

However, she faintly noticed a little difference.

The paintings and design drafts outside are all warm tones, tranquil and natural, giving people a very comfortable and comfortable texture.

And the one locked in the room was the same as the eagle-headed watch on his wrist, which was possessed by a duck. It was cold, sharp, impetuous, and full of rebelliousness.

In all fairness.

She still prefers the ones outside.

At this time, He Xi, who was secretly watching the little guy's change of expression, laughed a few times when he saw the soft brows that were slightly raised.

"It seems that I don't need to ask, your expression has already given me the answer."

He raised his hand, gently wrapped it around her shoulder, and took it into his arms.

Xiang Xing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help trembling in a panic, and quickly explained: "No, I'm not saying I don't like these... They're also pretty..."

"But they do look uncomfortable."

The young man laughed and took the little man in his arms to the soft sofa beside him and sat down.

After that, she gently took off the watch on her wrist and put it in her palm.

He put his big hand on it lightly and said lightly, "This watch is my first work... and because of it, my teacher made an exception to accept me as a student."

"However, because of the reasons you know, during that time, I was very rebellious and full of ill-will. So I drew this room so cold that even the teacher felt a little disappointed when he saw it..."

"Until you come."

These three words, He Xi said inexplicably deep.

Before Xiang Xing had time to think about it, he suddenly raised his other hand and gently caressed that soft and moist delicate face.

The pulp of the thumb rubbed gently, as if taking care of the most perfect artwork.

The smile also became stronger, "When I painted you, I found that your frown and smile, your hard work and tenacity have rekindled the light in my heart."

"I like you, I like this light, clean, warm, without any impurities, ecstatic."

He said, suddenly bowing his head.

Squinting her delicate eyes like saffron, she gently kissed the girl's pink lips.

After a while, she slowly loosened.

Fu pressed against the white porcelain forehead, continued to hoarse, and murmured solemnly, "So, no matter what, I want you, and I won't let you go."

"..."

Feeling this confession with a kiss and love words, Xiang Xing felt his cheeks get hot and his heart was pounding, almost popping out of his throat.

Breathing was also a little tight.

But, this feeling is so sweet and sweet.

It was the happiness that she had experienced many, many times, but would never get tired of, the happiness given by him.

After thinking about it, the little guy blinked his soft eyes, and the corners of his pink lips bloomed sweetly.

"Well……"

She murmured softly, her little hands clinging to his shoulders, her head shoved hard against his perfectly contoured ears.

He opened his mouth, his voice soft and sweet, as charming as sweet wine, "I like you too, and as long as you are, I won't let you go, husband."

"..."

He Xi's body froze suddenly after hearing the name that appeared for the second time.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt a strong emotion that spread all over his body.