Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Then, with a heart-wrenching affection, he overturned slightly domineeringly.

There was a strange confusion in the tone, "But, you think about it too quickly...it's a bit sloppy."

When the voice fell, he did not wait for Xiang Xing's reaction, and then covered the soft lips that were as soft as freezing.

...

Suddenly, a picture suddenly appeared in Xiang Xing's mind.

The general who fought on the battlefield broke through the gate of the white wall and jade tiles without any suspense.

Smoothly met the powder-clothed enemy general who was alone in the empty city, and fought exquisitely.

The play was very exciting, but she was at a loss.

Why do you see such a picture?

Does it have anything to do with what she is doing now?

She paused, and subconsciously turned her attention to the duck who was watching the big show in her mind.

But Ya Ya gave a fierce look: [Little ancestor, you just focus on yelling? ]

If Lu Shaoqian knew that she was taking care of her mind at this time, she would be afraid to cry...

...

a long time.

Xiang Xing suddenly felt dizzy and his eyes were full of Venus.

As if being in a closed space, breathing gradually became unsatisfactory.

She couldn't help raising her hand and waved it vaguely, seeming to protest silently.

Fortunately, Lu Shaoqian also reacted quickly, he seemed to have passed it a bit.

Only then reluctantly left.

"...Cough, cough!"

Xiang Xing seemed to be reborn, coughing violently, while sulking.

His cheeks were flushed long ago.

The apricot eyes were full of moist water vapor, like the frosted flower, pitiful.

"Sorry for making you uncomfortable."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lu Shaoqian suddenly felt pity, and quickly patted her on the back gently to help straighten out his breath.

Next time, be careful.

The girl didn't say anything, but when her breath gradually calmed down, she fell down.

In the soft muttering voice, there is a lot of dependence and nostalgia.

"It's not uncomfortable... I like it very much."

Hearing that, the man tucked his eyebrows and finally smiled.

When he continued to follow the little guy's back, preparing to say something to coax her, unexpectedly, a soft knock on the door came from outside the study.

"Master, please come down for dinner."

"Ok."

Lu Shaoqian responded softly, trying to help Xiang Xing get up.

"Well……"

The little guy was a little unwilling. He was still suffocated, his head messed up and rubbed.

She looks like she does not want to be seen by others.

It must be funny...

Fortunately, the man quickly understood her thoughts.

indeed.

She looks like this, so he can only see her.

Others, don't even think about it.

Lu Shaoqian turned his eyes slightly, and Lu Shaoqian smiled, and then ordered outside the door: "Uncle Zhou, bring the food."

"Hey, good."

...

Late at night.

Lu Shaoqian finished handling the affairs that fell today, took a bath, and prepared to go back to the room to rest.

But I saw a petite figure, hugging a big pillow, sitting in front of his bedroom door.

The warm yellow corridor night light quietly shone on the angel-like holy face, and the slightly wet feather eyelashes glowed with water under the reflection of the light.

Seeing the man both distressed and puzzled.

I couldn't help walking up quickly and hugged the little guy who was as light as Hongyu.

Frowning slightly: "Why fall asleep here? What should I do if I catch a cold."

"Well……?"

Xiang Xing replied in a daze, raised his little hand and rubbed his soft and moist eyes.

She sniffed gently, and then suddenly grabbed Lu Shaoqian's clothes and collar.