Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……star?"

While Clarence was stunned, he subconsciously called her softly.

But he seemed to realize something, so he could not help frowning slightly worriedly, and whispered, "No, you urgently need a rest now..."

Unfortunately, his words were too late to stop her.

...

When Xiang Xing regained consciousness, he woke up and turned around. It was already dusk of the second day.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the window lattice, and the golden bed was covered peacefully. The crows roared outside the window, finally making the little guy curled up in the bed unbearable, he couldn't help opening his soft eyes and sat up.

"Noisy..."

She mumbled angrily, and couldn't help but subconsciously glared at the source of the screeching noise outside the window.

The next second, the little guy heard a shrill scream, coming from outside the window...

She was stunned for a moment, swallowed, and slowly moved towards the window to look out.

——I saw the corpse of a roasted crow, whose hair had been burned and bald, lying on the open space of the courtyard outside...

She was so shocked that her soft eyes suddenly rounded: "...I, I have trained my eyesight?!"

This this……

Such a style, right?

"...you're awake, Star."

At that time, a steady, unhurried footstep, accompanied by the familiar gentle and light laughter, approached slowly from not far from the side.

Xiang Xing subconsciously wanted to look sideways, but he seemed to realize something suddenly, so he couldn't help raising his little hands in a hurry to cover his dangerous MAX eyes.

He shouted in a panic, "Clarence, you, don't come here..."

Don't let her turn into a big grilled steak or something!

Seeing her panicked appearance, Clarenceton paused, but he couldn't help but cover his mouth lightly and let out a low laugh.

"My silly girl,"

He smiled helplessly and did not stop his steps.

He walked to Xiang Xing's bed lightly, and after sitting down, he raised his slender hand without hesitation, and gently lifted her small hand that was desperately covering her eyes.

"If your eyes can hurt me, don't I lose the title of Duke of York?"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiang Xing's eyes were covered with light again.

But she was still a little worried, so she hesitantly lowered her head, her eyes still tightly closed.

Until the man burst out laughing, two palms stretched out together, and gently held up the delicate and soft dough face.

"Xing, it's alright, eh?"

He coaxed softly with the utmost affection.

Hearing that intoxicating voice, coupled with the aroma of his vetiver mixed with rust, unconsciously, the little guy could only feel the panic beating in his heart, and finally gradually became calm and stable.

She pursed her pink lips tightly, finally made up her mind, and carefully opened her eyes.

The slender and thick feathered eyelashes slowly fluttered for a few minutes, and after making sure that there was no difficult situation around her because of her gaze, she dared to lift the golden red eyes and stare at the man in front of her.

I saw that he tilted his head slightly, curled his lips lightly, and smiled like a spring breeze.

The deep affection in the bottom of his eyes has not been reduced by half, but a little bit of happiness has been added.

Catching her gaze, Clarence smiled even more, and couldn't help but raise his brows lightly: "Look, isn't it all right?"