Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

There is no such unusual calm.

It was so calm, as if the two of them had been a couple for many, many years, as a matter of course.

Did he not care about this kind of thing, or was he too dazed to react at all?

...

There is one thing to say.

He seems to prefer the latter.

If not, he also forces it to be yes.

After thinking about it, the man lightly hooked the corners of his crimson lips.

"I found that you don't seem to have any sense of crisis at all."

He sneered lightly, breathing hoarsely.

The strength in his hand gradually increased, and he brought it in his direction.

It wasn't until Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes when the sharp nose was about to hit the tip of his nose that he fully realized it.

But she didn't run away, she just stared at the man in front of her quietly with her big almond eyes gleaming with water.

After all, her intuition told her.

This kind of man who quickly shows a doggy appearance and doesn't want to be a human will shrink back at critical moments.

After thinking about it, the little guy was very relieved to stand still.

really.

The hand holding the back of her head stopped after a short while.

After Wu Chen took a deep look at her, he withdrew his arms and sat up by himself.

"What do you want for breakfast, I'll make it for you."

With his back to her, his voice was tight and unnatural.

And that little guy who was still huddled under the blanket, only showing half of his small face, looked at the man's ears that had already turned pink, and couldn't help but try his best to hold back a smile.

After a while, two words came out of the throat that could hardly be restrained: "Whatever."

"..."

When he got the answer, he didn't care what the answer was, Wu Chen immediately stood up and walked out quickly.

After leaving the room, he quickly turned sideways and leaned against the cold wall.

The palm subconsciously covered the left heart, and the thin lips were pressed tightly.

Feel the wild bouncing inside, almost abnormal heartbeat.

After a while, he laughed at himself and shook his head again and again.

what happened.

It was obviously him who was trying to tease her.

How come it was him who flinched when the critical moment came.

whispering sound.

useless.

After thinking about it, Wu Chen let out a deep breath, straightened up, and walked downstairs slowly.

...

When the smell of fried eggs faintly spread into the room, Xiang Xing finally couldn't help it, and jumped out of bed.

Wiping his halazi, he went downstairs and rushed to the dining table.

Grabbing a toast omelette, sniffing the scent vigorously and exaggeratedly, then grinned happily, and gnawed without image.

wow~

Also delicious!

While eating, the little guy looked enviously at the slender figure who was still making milk in the kitchen.

How can this man be so good at cooking?

...But speaking of it, it seems that the ambassador of happiness in every life is very good at cooking, and every time he cooks it to her taste.

Is this his innate skill?

Xiang Xing nodded his head thoughtfully.

Well.

fair enough.

can take care of her.

whee.

Thinking about it, the little guy continued to eat bread happily, waiting for the milk.

The wolf at his feet was also wagging his head and tail funny, eating tons of his dog food.

Of course, the kind made of paper.

Seeing it eating happily, Xiang Xing was also happy to appreciate it.

However, at this moment.

A fat, chubby, naive and sculpted little figure suddenly popped out of her mind.

Quacking angrily and resentfully, the figure of the wolf flew away from her eyes with one wing...