Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Well, I like it here."

Xiang Xing nodded lightly, and responded softly.

Suddenly closing his black soft eyes again, he took a deep breath.

The fresh and cool summer night breath poured into the nasal cavity, and the whole body was comfortable and refreshing.

She couldn't help but moisturize the corners of her lips, and her little head was slightly tilted to the side, putting it on the man's handsome face that was warm after drinking.

Hmm, I'm a little sleepy.

Thinking about it, the little guy subconsciously opened his mouth and yawned.

Feeling the change in his breath, the man turned his face slightly, and kissed the soft white cheek as light as a feather.

Delicate eyes drooping, staring at her quietly.

I saw Xiang Xing's soft eyes opened slightly, and there was a hazy mist in the eyes, and the light of the water was very moving under the reflection of the moonlight.

Seeing his heart trembled.

I couldn't help laughing lowly, and turned the little guy in his arms around.

She no longer hesitated and tilted her head while she was drowsy and cute.

Kissed the cherry pink lips.

...

The sudden warmth caused Xiang Xing to open some soft eyes involuntarily.

I only found that the graceful, handsome face suddenly magnified in front of him.

The eyes are drooping, and under the pupils that are like purple dragon crystals, it is as wide and deep as the sea, and the night is so engraved, and the stars are shining.

And all of this is tainted with tenderness that is so strong that it can't be removed.

The powerful arms that hugged her trembled even more.

And the mellow aroma that suddenly became less annoying.

Just surround her, wrap her around.

...

After a long time.

Gong Xuan Yue let go of the dazed, swaying little guy.

I couldn't help laughing lightly, then hugged him again, his arms tightened.

The hoarse words lingered in the girl's ears, dispelling the rippling and teasing of the past, revealing a little solemnity.

"Xing'er, when will I be my real Taoist companion?"

Without waiting for Xiang Xing's answer, the man squinted his delicate eyes and continued to say, "Thousands of years ago, everyone said that it is good to be a god, to be happy, to be happy, and to have a life close to immortality."

"But thousands of years later, I have become more and more nostalgic for this mundane color full of fireworks... and that suddenly hit my eyes with a bright and bright touch of golden red."

"So Xinger,"

He lifted his body, like an invitation, and stared deeply at the soft eyes that blinked mistily.

Chanran curled her lips, "Your samādhi is really hot, would you like to warm up my big hip flask?"

"……what."

Xiang Xing was dazed.

He wanted to respond subconsciously, but then he thought about it, but then narrowed his soft eyes suspiciously and looked back at him.

Mouth muttered, "Isn't it drunk..."

"No, it's love."

Gong Xuan sneered and smiled, his eyes flashing, "Love words that only you can hear."

"Like This."

The little guy tilted his little head, and the starlight in his soft eyes was agile.

He deliberately learned half of the traditional virtues of what he said, pursing his pink lips, just looking at him quietly.

Until she saw with satisfaction, the man in front of him changed from a firm look to an uncertain look, and then a full of restlessness and nervousness.

The arms trembled more severely.

Finally, he couldn't bear such a strange silence.

I couldn't help taking a deep breath, then dropped to the ground and spoke softly: "You don't want to..."

However, before he finished his words, he felt the redness in front of him, and suddenly rushed at him.

She was very active, answering everything with a kiss.

How could you be unwilling?