Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Brother Jin Xian!"

Xiang Xing sniffed, and rushed over crying, hurriedly unlocking the door.

Only after opening the door, the figure outside saw the girl whose eyes were reddened and her pink lips were biting tightly, shivering with fear.

With a tight heart, he immediately went down and hugged the little guy who was leaping towards him gently into his arms.

Rubbing her head gently and comforting her back with a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, huh?"

"Woo..."

The little guy squeezed his mouth pitifully, squeezed two hums from his throat, and plunged his head into Jin Xian's arms and shrank desperately.

With a soft voice, he hesitated, "Brother Jin Xian, is there something unclean in your house?"

"..."

Jin Xian was speechless.

He couldn't help turning his handsome face slightly, his ink eyes narrowed, and he stared coldly at the few figures who were lying near the door peeping at the door.

After thinking about it, he could only hold the back of her head tightly and move that little head slightly to the position of his left atrium.

After a faint sigh, his voice became softer and calmer, "Don't worry about those'things', they can't touch you with me."

"... Then, what do you mean, there are really all those messy things here?!"

Xiang Xing, who was in fright, turned his head very fast. When he was said by a man, he was more sure of the rumor that the old man said...

Jin Xian's hands were reluctantly tightened and tight.

In the end, he can only slightly squint his eyes and tilt his head down.

With the trembling pink lips, he kissed gently.

"..."

The little guy suddenly got his head empty.

It's amazing to say that, under the man's fetters, she gradually had no more energy to think about the legends of the gods, ghosts and snakes, and the tension gradually calmed down.

Until the feeling of stiffness due to fear completely dissipated, she also slowly stretched out her arms and hugged him back.

...

After a long time, Jin Xian slowly let go of the girl and continued to hug her lightly.

The voice is even more hoarse, but there is a faint smile: "Are you still scared?"

"..."

Xiang Xing's cheeks were red.

He squeezed the rose-colored lips, and hesitated shamefully, "No, I'm not afraid anymore."

"That's good."

The man laughed.

But he bent down again and hugged her horizontally.

Out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom, put her on the edge of the bed and sit down.

He didn't leave, and sat down directly next to the girl, and continued to hug her.

The delicate and tight jaw pressed lightly against the still wet little head and rubbed lightly from time to time.

With a faint smile, he said again, "Let's talk about it, what happened?"

"what……"

Xiang Xing paused.

I had to tell Jin Xian both the strange shadow of the talent and the story told by the old man Jin.

However, when the man listened, he hissed in a low voice.

The little guy hissed with a question mark on his face.

I couldn't help raising my small head, and blinking nervously, "You, your reaction, shouldn't it, the story the professor told... is it true?"

"Ok……"

The man raised his delicate brows and deliberately lengthened his voice a little.

But he didn't give an affirmative answer, only chuckled, "Some are true, some are false."

"... Then, that's true, and it's true!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing suddenly felt his back chill again.