Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……star?"

Clarence was surprised, and subconsciously called her softly.

But it seemed to be aware of something, and he frowned slightly worriedly, and whispered, "No, you need a rest now..."

It is a pity that his words are too late to stop her.

...

When Xiang Xing regained consciousness, he woke up and turned around. It was already dusk of the next day.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the window lattice, and a bed was peacefully covered with gold. The noise of the crows outside the window finally made the little guy curled up in the bed unbearable, and he opened his soft eyes and sat up.

"It's so noisy..."

She muttered badly, and couldn't help but subconsciously stared at the source of the noise outside the window.

In the next second, the little guy heard a sad scream, coming from outside the window...

She was frightened and dumbfounded, she couldn't help swallowing her throat, and slowly moved in the direction of the window, looking out.

——On the open ground outside, I saw the corpse of a roasted crow whose hair had been burnt...

She was so surprised that her soft eyes suddenly rounded up: "...I, I am getting a fiery eye?!"

This this……

Is this style of painting right?

"...You are awake, Xing."

At that time, there was a steady sound of footsteps, accompanied by the familiar gentle laughter, slowly approaching from a short distance from the side.

Xiang Xing subconsciously wanted to look sideways, but suddenly realized something, he couldn't help but raised his little hand in a hurry, and firmly covered his eyes with the risk factor MAX.

I even shouted in a flustered voice, "Clarence, you, don't come here..."

Don't let her be inattentive and unprepared, turning into a big grilled steak or something!

Seeing her panicked look, Clarenceton paused, but couldn't help but cover his mouth lightly and laughed low.

"My silly girl,"

He smiled helplessly, and didn't stop his steps.

Pianran walked to Xiang Xing's bed, and after sitting down, she raised her big slender hand without thinking, and gently uncovered her small hand that was holding her eyes to death.

"If your eyes can hurt me, don't I have the title of the Duke of York?"

When the voice fell, Xiang Xing's eyes were covered by light again.

But she was still a little worried, and only hesitated to lower her head, her eyes still tightly closed.

Until the man laughed, he stretched out both palms, gently holding up the delicate soft dumpling face.

"Star, it's okay, huh?"

He coaxed softly with great pampering.

Listening to the intoxicating voice, coupled with the scent of vetiver mixed with rust, unknowingly, the little guy only felt the panic beating in his heart, and finally gradually became calm and stable.

She pressed her pink lips tightly, finally made up her mind and opened her eyes cautiously.

The slender and thick feather eyelashes slowly fanned a few minutes, and after confirming that there was no difficult situation around her because of her gaze, she dared to raise the golden red eyes and stare at the man in front of her.

He tilted his head slightly, curled his lips lightly, smiling like a spring breeze.

The affection at the bottom of the eyes did not lose half a point, but a bit more happiness.

Seeing her gaze, Clarence smiled even more, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Look, isn't it all right?"