Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Well?"

Xiang Xing raised his little head in doubt, and looked at the beautiful face with slightly drooping eyebrows and a gentle smile.

What a rebuke.

She didn't scold him.

It's just stating the facts.

Looking at the little guy in his arms, Yu Wenyin's eyes moved suddenly.

He tilted his head, raised his hand to gently cup the soft cheek, and quickly picked up his crimson lips.

He closed his eyes and kissed the pink lips.

The ultimate clear breath instantly hit his face, making Xiang Xing's eyes wide open.

The warmth didn't stay for long, and it seemed to be restrained and retracted again.

Then, I heard Yu Wenyin's solemn whisper: "I will stamp another chapter to assure you...I will resolve the matter as soon as possible and take you back to my Yin Palace."

As he said, he returned to the usual ridiculous ridicule appearance, and raised his eyebrows at Xiang Xing.

"So during this period of time, I continue to wrong you and I have a private meeting at night, little guy~"

"...Eh hey~"

Xiang Xing pursed her pink lips, and finally smiled brightly.

She stood on tiptoe lightly, raised her little arm, circled the man's neck, and her little head tilted cutely.

His eyes blinked, "Then you must remember, the food can't be cut off!"

"good."

"Then, the practice can't be left behind!...I will learn light gong from today."

"Learn to hide from me?"

"...Yes! Humph!"

"Then you may be disappointed, this king is lightly the number one in the world."

"the student surpasses the master!"

…

The smell of lemon in the garden on this side and Xiang Qing’s room on the other side is also indescribable.

"...Ah! Grandma, please be gentle!"

With a handsome face in tears, Li Xian sat on the soft, head down, looking at the girl with crappy bandaging technique, busy working up and down on his calf.

"What's so light! ... if you dare to peep at this lady in the middle of the night, I'll kill you!"

Xiang Qing lowered her head all the way, he couldn't see her look at the moment.

I can only hear her very deliberately complaining, with a suppressed choke.

The man glanced at Microsoft, couldn't help but chuckle, and pulled the girl up.

"Qing'er, look at me!"

He quickly raised his hand, held the dazed face that was so flustered, and stared straight at the already flushed teary eyes.

After squinting her eyes blankly, he hugged her into his arms.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry..."

He slumped into the gloomy neck, and was filled with rejoicing in his words, "I can see you again. It's really something I don't dare to ask for every day."

"..."

Xiang Qing was startled.

The emotions burst in an instant, he couldn't help but whimper, hugged the man tightly, and cried presumptuously.

"You have no conscience! You're not dead... Why don't you send someone to tell me..."

She cried intermittently, extremely touching, and distressing, "Do you know... me, how many tears I have shed for you these days...you pay me! pay me!"

"Well, pay, I will definitely pay!"

Li Xian suppressed the pain in his heart and helped her up again.

He tried his best to smile and his eyes were full, "I will pay you for the rest of my life, okay?"

"...No, you must be mine in your next life!"

The girl has the dominance of fighting with her father on the battlefield.

She sniffed, snorted softly, and kissed the crimson she was thinking about that day and night.

缱绻.

…

Temple of Cultivation.

"...Huh? You said, the great princess has been feeling better recently?"

Yu Wenhong, who was drinking tea, listened to the shadow guard's return, and raised his eyes in surprise.