Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"But oh..."

The girl's sudden opening interrupted Yan Heng's thoughts of falling prey.

He lowered his eyes and saw her holding her little face suspiciously, as if she couldn't understand something.

She asked in a milky voice, "Brother Yan Heng, why does General Wang Hai always look like he wants to kill me?"

In the plot, she couldn't find Wang Hai's hidden identity.

It's faster to ask directly.

"..."

When she asked such a question, Yan Heng couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

It's...it's really straightforward.

He thought about it for a while, but didn't answer right away, he just lowered his head a little bit, and there was only a short distance away from that soft and puffy cheek that made one want to pinch.

Crimson lips parted slightly, her voice hoarse, "Do you really want to know?"

"Um!"

The little guy nodded seriously.

Under the nodding action, the small tip of the nose rubbed against the man's tall nose, which made him involuntarily breathe, and his mood was a little chaotic.

After thinking about it, Yan Heng finally laughed and straightened up.

He raised his hand, took off the hat of the national teacher that was in the way, threw it away, covered the soft little head, and rubbed it a few times.

The words were calm: "Because, tonight was your death."

Looking at the stunned little girl who was starting to tremble, Yan Heng smiled and raised her delicate eyebrows slightly.

"You shouldn't have forgotten how you dealt with us loyal courtiers to Luo Yunguo before."

"...No, no."

Xiang Xing nodded his head.

Although she didn't deal with it before!

However, over the years, taking the blame for the original owner, Miss Sister, has long been her passive skill...

"So, in order to get rid of your confidant, I will put you under house arrest all the way to northern Xinjiang, and will be with General Wang Hai..."

The man said, suddenly stopped, and only made a gesture of wiping his neck.

It seems that murderous intent is overflowing, but the dark eyes are filled with a gentle smile, so that the little guy does not feel any fear at all.

But that doesn't mean there's no fear.

So, the little guy continued to raise his soft eyes cowardly and looked at him cautiously.

The little hand paused for a while, then suddenly plucked up courage and stretched it out, pulling the man's cloak.

Biting her pink lips, she asked in a low voice, "Then, then, brother Yan Heng, are you going to kill me now?"

She has already sent so much information to apologize...

do not!

Seeing her shriveled little face, those soft and moist eyes were about to turn red, and her pitiful appearance made Yan Heng's heart chaotic again.

How could he be so ruthless to kill her?

Thinking about it, the man seemed a little out of control, and suddenly pulled her little hand that was pulling the horn of the cape.

He held it tightly in the palm of his hand, without saying a word, just so quietly and deeply staring at this overly soft little girl.

He looked up and down, but suddenly stopped, and a little dissatisfaction appeared under the deep ink eyes.

"...You still don't wear this national teacher's uniform. It's ugly, and it will be difficult to move in the camp."

He spoke abruptly, and under Xiang Xing's stunned gaze, Jun's face turned sideways unnaturally, "Go and change."

Looking at this body, he still felt a little awkward.

"……Oh."

Although I don't know why, the little guy obediently agreed.

He gently broke his big hand and trotted out all the way.