Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Well, I like it here."

Xiang Xing nodded lightly, and responded obediently and softly.

He closed his dark, soft eyes again and took a deep breath.

The fresh and cool summer night breath pours into the nasal cavity, making the whole body comfortable and refreshing.

She couldn't help but rubbed her lips to moisten the corners of her lips. She tilted her little head slightly to the side, sticking to the man's handsome face that was warm after drinking.

Well, a little sleepy.

Thinking about it, the little guy opened his mouth subconsciously and yawned.

Feeling the change of breath, the man turned his face slightly and kissed the soft white cheek as lightly as a feather.

Delicate eyes drooped down, staring at her quietly.

I saw Xiang Xing's soft eyes open slightly, and there was a haze in his eyes, and the light of the water was particularly moving under the reflection of the moonlight.

Seeing him tremble.

He couldn't help laughing lowly and turned the little guy in his arms around.

Taking advantage of her drowsiness and drowsiness, she tilted her head without hesitation.

Kiss the cherry pink lips.

...

The sudden warmth caused Xiang Xing to open his soft eyes again involuntarily.

Only to find that the face of the peerless graceful and handsome, handsome and innocent, suddenly enlarged in front of him.

His eyes were drooping, and under his purple dragon crystal-like pupils, it was as vast and deep as the sea, and in such a dark night, the stars were shining brightly.

And all of these are dyed with a strong and inseparable tenderness.

The pair of powerful arms that embraced her trembled slightly.

And the mellow aroma of wine that suddenly became less annoying.

Just surround her, wrap her around.

...

After a long time.

Gong Xuanyue let go of the dazed, wobbly little guy.

He couldn't help laughing lightly, and hugged him again, his arms tightened.

The hoarse words lingered in the girl's ears, dissipating the rippling and teasing of the past, revealing a little solemnity.

"Xing'er, when will you be my true Taoist companion?"

Before Xiang Xing could answer, the man squinted his delicate eyes lightly and continued, "Thousands of years ago, everyone said that it is good to be an immortal, to be free and happy, and to have a life close to immortality."

"But after thousands of years, I am more and more nostalgic for this earthy color full of fireworks... and the bright golden red that suddenly hit my eyes."

"So, Xing'er,"

He raised his body, like an invitation, and stared deeply at those soft blinking eyes.

Tan Ran hooked her lips, "You are a real fire of samadhi, would you like to warm my big jug?"

"……what."

Xiang Xing was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously, he was about to respond, but after thinking about it, he narrowed his soft eyes suspiciously and looked back at him.

In his mouth, he muttered, "Isn't it drunk..."

"No, it's a love story."

Gong Xuanyue smiled slyly, with light flowing in his eyes, "The love words that only you can hear."

"Like This."

The little guy tilted his little head, and the starlight in his soft eyes was agile.

However, he deliberately learned the traditional virtues of half of his words, pursed his pink lips, and looked at him so quietly.

Until she saw with satisfaction, the man in front of her changed from a firm look to an uncertain look, to a look of anxiety and tension.

His arms trembled even more.

Finally, he couldn't stand the weird silence.

He couldn't help taking a deep breath, and said softly in a low voice, "You don't want to..."

However, before he finished speaking, he felt that the red in front of him suddenly slammed towards him.

She was proactive, answering everything with a kiss.

Why would you not want to.