Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Although he was asleep, the small, hairy fleshy body seemed to be a conditioned reflex, shaking slightly from time to time.

Upon seeing this, the man felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He squatted down quickly, held up the little hair ball, and hugged it tightly into his arms.

Hug her, send her back to her bedroom and settle on the soft big bed.

Then he squatted down in front of the bed, stroking the little furry head again and again, and let her run down the hair.

Xu Ye felt the temperature in his palm, and the little guy finally calmed down and stopped shaking.

The tightly clenched brows gradually loosened, and his breathing became stable.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his tired aqua-blue eyes.

He couldn't hold it anymore, leaning directly on Xiang Xing's bed, and fell asleep.

...

With this sleep, Xiang Xing slept for a long time.

It wasn't until sunrise and sunset, until the stomach couldn't stand it anymore, and she grumbled in protest, she squeezed her small mouth depressedly, rubbed her moist and soft eyes, and slowly sat up.

She didn't open her eyes until she was more awake and looked around.

Only then did she discover that she was lying on her own bed...

The little guy couldn't help tilting his head, and a big question mark appeared above his head.

If I remember correctly, she should have fallen asleep at the door of that room.

Why did you sleepwalk and come back to your room!

...

Could it be that Conai carried her in?

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing's dark, soft eyes suddenly felt a bit of spirit, and there was a hint of surprise.

He can hold himself back instead of eating himself in one bite, does it mean that he has recovered? !

Thinking about it, the little guy jumped out of the bed instantly and jumped out of the room door.

"Conai! Conai..."

She jumped downstairs with her short legs, and whimpered to a certain big white wolf.

But the next second, there was a sudden strong smell of alcohol that rushed into her nose.

Smell the little hair ball frowning.

what's the situation?

Xiang Xing thought suspiciously, and the black nose subconsciously sniffed twice seriously.

It was confirmed that the source of the smell of wine was blown from the balcony of their house.

Thinking about it, the little guy continued to jump downstairs, patted the floor with his feet, hurried across the living room to the balcony.

Only then did I discover that the squeezed beer bottles on the balcony at this time had already been piled up in the shape of a hill.

And in her sight, only a man's slender leg stretched out from the side of the door, and he was holding the mountain of beer cans in a daze.

Then, another empty can, flew out from the other side of the door, and made a crisp sound when it landed.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing couldn't help sighing quietly.

After thinking for a while, she finally turned into a girl and walked over slowly.

Sticking out his head, looked down at the other end of the balcony.

It happened to meet those aqua-blue eyes, which were full of hazy and drunken eyes.

The man's eyelids are heavy, and his eye sockets are a little black.

Staring straight at her for a moment, the corners of her pale lips suddenly showed an unusually evil arc.

"Heh... you are awake."

Conai chuckled lowly, his slender arms casually resting on his half-supported legs and knees.

The fingertips with distinct knuckles were slightly bent, and they hooked their fingers towards Xiang Xing.

There was boundless temptation in his voice, "Xing'er, come here."

"..."

Even though he felt something interesting, Xiang Xing pursed his pink lips and walked over in silence.