Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Don't go..."

She bit her pink lips and thought about it for a while, then she seemed to summon up her courage, her little head raised slightly, and she stared at him very seriously.

His voice was soft and soft, "You, you stay and sleep with me for a while, okay?"

"..."

The man's back trembled violently.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around again and sat lightly beside the bed.

"What are you talking about?"

Laughing, he rubbed his dazed little head vigorously, his delicate eyebrows raised slightly, "We haven't gotten married yet, we can't be like this..."

"I'm not talking about getting married!"

Xiang Xing pouted a little dejectedly, and couldn't help lowering his small head, his cheeks bulging.

"It's just a simple sleep..."

She muttered in a low voice, and suddenly raised her little face again, pointing to her moist soft eyes and small head.

He hummed, "If you don't accompany me, tomorrow you will see a bald donkey with black eyes and bare hair."

"...what are you describing?"

Hearing this, Yan Heng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

However, instead of leaving, he moved to the head of the bed and sat, holding the little guy in his arms.

Gently patted her back, her voice was slightly hoarse, "Is this all right?"

Although, he may not feel so good next time...

"Uh-huh……"

But where did the little guy want to get so much, he desperately shrank into the warm embrace.

Anyway...

She shouldn't have that nightmare again.

...

[…Is it so mysterious? ]

The next day, after listening to Xiang Xing's remarks, Ya Ya picked mung bean eyes with a fuss, "Did you make up too much grief in the daytime, and cause you to have dreams at night?" ]

[And the old people don't all say that dreams are the opposite, maybe Yan Heng is going to make a fortune after a while. ]

It laughed heartlessly.

But the little guy still looked worried.

He suddenly sighed: [This dream doesn't feel the same to me as an ordinary dream. ]

[However, it is the kind, the kind that is so real that I still remember it deeply, and I still shiver with fear just thinking about it. ]

Saying that, Xiang Xing frowned, her pink lips pursed tightly, and her little face had a solemn look.

[Also, I just looked at the memories of the original owner, Miss Sister, and found that she has had many similar dreams since she was a child. ]

She snapped her little finger and counted it one by one.

[For example, she once dreamed that a snake appeared in the rice vat and ate all the rice... As a result, the rice fields that year were really destroyed by floods and wars, and the people of their village began to flee. ]

[and also……]

Xiang Xing said several times in a row about the example of the original owner's dream come true.

Hearing Duck Duck more and more serious.

[...According to you, could it be that the original owner really has the ability to predict? ]

It was holding the duck breast, guessing a little, [but it's not explained in the plot... what's the situation...]

Is there anything missing from your plot?

Listening to Ya Ya's self-talk, Xiang Xing couldn't help but secretly complained in his heart.

[…In short, this dream made me unable to ignore it. ]

As the little guy spoke, he suddenly clenched his little pink fist with a determined look on his face.

Since this dream happened in front of the magnificent and towering border gate not far away, she had to think of a way to remind Yan Heng.

lest anything bad really happen.

I'm late again...hehe

Thank you three days, dead cat, garbled gentleman, Mo Ran for the reward~