Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

At that time, Clarence was slightly squinting his gentle light brown eyes, tilting his head slightly, looking at her amusedly.

When she spoke, her hoarse voice was full of smiles: "Good morning, Xing Xiya."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted slightly to the bouquet of daisies that had just been handed to the girl.

The radian of the crimson lips became deeper, "Do you like daisies too?"

"...Aha."

The little guy was holding the bouquet, but he smiled awkwardly.

She originally planned to buy him a bouquet of flowers to thank him for helping steal the medicine last night.

As a result, when others bumped into their shirts, she actually "bumped into flowers"...

How could she have the nerve to give it away?

On this side, Xiang Xing was depressed.

But Clarence seemed to understand her expression, and did not continue to ask.

After saying goodbye to the flower aunt, she continued to smile softly, and stared at Xiang Xing: "Do you want to go together?"

"..."

Xiang Xing lowered his head slightly, and followed him silently.

But in the next second, she saw the man raised his eyebrows lightly, and moved his bouquet of flowers to the arm that was holding the book, half-embracing it.

The other hand that was free took the little guy's little hand without hesitation, and led her forward.

Along the way, the two were unusually silent.

It wasn't until the two of them walked into Taylor Academy, into the teacher's office, and walked to their respective workstations, that Xiang Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But she couldn't help drooping the corners of her soft eyes, staring at the bouquet of daisies in a daze.

What should I do, send it or not...

Just as the girl was silently annoyed.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound like lightly colliding glass coming from his side.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly saw two exquisitely crafted and unusually beautiful colored glass narrow-necked bottles being lightly placed on her desk.

Clarence's extremely soft laughter filled his ears and asked, "Let's see which one do you like? It can be used for flower arrangement."

"..."

Xiang Xing was stunned for a moment.

She could only squeeze her pink lips tightly, and picked out a light blue, swan-shaped bottle.

Silently unwrapping the bouquet, carefully stacking the little daisies, and carefully adjusting the position of the flowers.

——The combination of the two seems to be a good match.

And they fit together, adding a sense of freshness and elegance.

As for the other side, Clarence also took what was left by the little guy, a light pink oval bottle, and put the bouquet of daisies he bought into it.

After taking care of it as meticulously as she did, he slowly pushed the vase to the side of the swan vase.

Then he squatted down gently, pretending to appreciate it, and nodded his head: "It's really good."

"……yes."

Xiang Xing didn't know what to say, so he could only answer him dumbly.

But in the next second, she saw the man's long and slender hands suddenly reaching for her swan vase.

After carefully taking the bottle over, he held it gently with both hands, and blinked at her.

"Xing Xiya, I seem to like this bottle better."

He laughed, his light brown eyes were filled with a strong smile, and he said dumbly, "Can I exchange with you?"

"……what?"

Hearing this, the little guy couldn't help being stunned again.

But from those eyes that seemed to be pointing, he inexplicably saw his intentions, and the soft eyes immediately lit up brilliantly.