Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

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That little guy is still asleep in the bathtub.

The slender and white hands were slightly climbing the edge of the cylinder, and the delicate small face like porcelain was so drooping on the arm, the cheeks were squeezed out and bulged.

The comic is full of cuteness.

The long purple-red fishtail still hung at the end of the bathtub, like an instinctive reflection.

Xu was because the bathtub capacity was too small this time. She seemed to sleep not very well.

Not only was the body unable to stretch, but even the sleeping eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Seeing this scene, the man couldn't help but let out a faint smile.

He leaned forward, moved his long legs away, and walked into the bathroom.

Come to Xiang Xing and squat down gently.

Then he raised his slender palm and gently rubbed that little fluffy head.

His voice was dumb, but he called very softly.

"I'm still asleep, the sun is drying my tail."

"……Well?"

The little guy who was disturbed by his dreams responded vaguely, his petite nose wrinkled slightly.

The shimmering fish tail patted lightly a few times, making ripples.

Then, those damp and drowsy eyes slowly opened, and the bottom of the eyes dangled in a daze.

Finding that Jin Xian had come in again at some point, and squatting so close in front of her, Xiang Xing paused and couldn't help but straighten up subconsciously.

In the next second, it seemed to have realized something again, so he hugged his chest and sank back into the tank.

The corners of Fenrun's lips were slightly hooked, and she smiled shamely, "Jin and Jin Xian, good morning..."

"..."

Jin Xian blinked her eyes like an obsidian.

But he chuckled softly, shrugging his shoulders, "It's getting late, it's four o'clock in the afternoon."

"……what."

Xiang Xing let out a dull voice.

The soft eyes blinked quickly.

Four p.m.

She, a person with such a punctual biological clock, actually slept until four o'clock in the afternoon...

Oh no, this must be affected by the nocturnal habits of the original owner, Miss Yu.

The little guy threw the pot away stubbornly.

Seeing her bulging, she looked like she was getting up, and she looked like she was blaming herself for something. The man couldn't help but laugh.

Exquisite eyes suddenly lifted, and he slowly stood up again and walked out of the bathroom.

After a while, he directly pushed in an exquisite smart wheelchair.

There are still a few paper bags on the wheelchair.

You can see the question mark on Xiang Xing's face.

I couldn't help raising my fingertips like green onions, pointed it carefully, and asked softly, "Brother Jin Xian, this is..."

"For your safety, I have not, and do not intend to tell my housekeeper and servants of your identity."

Jin Xian leaned slightly, and lightly propped on the back of the wheelchair.

Faintly curled up the corners of the shallow lips, smiling, there seemed to be a hint of helplessness, "So, you may have to conceal and pretend to be wronged, so that they think you have leg problems and are inconvenient to walk."

"Moreover, these two wheelchairs are intelligently controlled. If you are short of water, you can always go to a place where there is water to replenish it."

As the man said, he stretched out his slender arms again and picked up the paper bag on the wheelchair.

From the inside, he took out two long skirts with small fresh and fresh floral patterns and shone at her.

"Humans need to wear clothes, although I don't know if you like this kind of skirt, but at least this length can cover your fish tail..."

"I like it! Of course I like it!"