Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Brother Jin Xian!"

Xiang Xing sucked his nose, rushed over with a crying voice, and hurriedly unlocked the door.

Only when the door was opened, the figure outside saw the girl whose eyes were red, biting her pink lips tightly, and was trembling with fear.

As soon as his heart tightened, he immediately set down the rules, and gently hugged the little guy who rushed towards him into his arms.

Gently rubbed her head, and back, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, it's alright, eh?"

"Ugh..."

The little guy shrunk his small mouth pitifully, squeezed out two thuds from his throat, and plunged his head into Jin Xian's arms, shrinking desperately.

The soft and glutinous voice faltered and faltered, "Brother Jin Xian, does your house... have something unclean?"

"..."

Jin Xian was speechless.

He couldn't help but turn his handsome face slightly, his ink eyes narrowed, and glared coldly at the few figures who were peeping by the door not far behind.

After thinking about it, he could only hold the back of her head tightly and move the little head slightly to the position of his left atrium.

After sighing faintly, his voice became more gentle and calm, "Don't worry about those 'things', they can't touch you when I'm here."

"...Then, what do you mean, is there really such a mess here?!"

Xiang Xing, who was in shock, turned his head very fast. When the man said this, he was even more certain about the rumor that the old man said...

This made Jin Xian's hands tighten helplessly.

In the end, he could only slightly narrow his eyes and tilt his head.

He kissed softly on the shivering pink lips.

"..."

The little guy suddenly lost his mind.

It's amazing to say that, under the man's sway, she gradually no longer had the energy to think about the legends of ghosts, ghosts, snakes and gods, and her nervousness gradually calmed down.

Until the feeling of being stagnant due to fear completely dissipated, she also slowly stretched out her arms and hugged him back.

...

After a long time, Jin Xian slowly let go of the girl and continued to hug her lightly.

His voice was even more hoarse, but there was a faint smile: "Are you still afraid?"

"..."

Xiang Xing's cheeks were red.

She pursed her rosy lips, shyly fumbling, "No, I'm not afraid anymore."

"That's good."

The man laughed.

But he bent down again and hugged her.

He walked out of the bathroom, went back to the bedroom, and sat her on the edge of the bed.

He didn't leave, he sat down next to the girl and continued to hug her.

The delicate and tight lower jaw gently pressed against the slightly wet little head, rubbing lightly from time to time.

With a light smile, he spoke again, "Tell me, what happened?"

"what……"

Xiang Xing paused.

I had to tell Jin Xian about the strange shadow of Fang Cai and the story that Mr. Jin told.

However, when the man heard it, he let out a low hiss.

The little guy had a question mark on his face.

He couldn't help raising his little head, and his soft eyes blinked uneasily, "You, your reaction, shouldn't it, the story the professor told...is it true??"

"Um……"

The man raised his delicate brows and deliberately lengthened his voice.

But he didn't give a definite answer, only chuckled, "Some are true, some are false."

"...Then, that's a bit true, and it's true!"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing felt a chill on his back again.