Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Jing Rong nodded seriously.

real!

Only then did the little girl get out of the panic, bit her lower lip listlessly, wishing she could squeeze herself into Jing Rong's body, and opened her mouth aggrieved.

I hate bugs the most...

Su Tang had never expressed this to Jing Rong before, and Jing Rong really didn't know that the little girl was so afraid of bugs.

His heart was full of remorse.

What he said was not good, he insisted on talking about bugs.

But it can't be said that there are no bugs at all, it's just a nonsense made up by him wanting to kiss her secretly...

Jing Rong has a headache.

He hugged the little girl who rushed forward tightly, coaxing her gently.

It's okay, it's okay, the bugs have been thrown far away by me, don't be afraid.

However, the little girl who is usually not good enough for the boss is extraordinarily delicate at the moment.

He coaxed and praised her, and hugged her.

The fluffy little head was carelessly arched into the boy's arms.

Like a squeamish bag.

When I was a child, I was a little milk bag, milky and sweet.

When he grows up, he becomes a delicate bag, delicate and sweet.

Jing Rong's heart was almost sweetened by the squeamish little girl.

How could there be such a sweet little girl?

Jing Rong praised and coaxed the little girl with great difficulty.

Su Tang obediently let him hold her, a small ball, small arms and legs, light and weightless.

It was only then that Jing Rong realized that the little girl he had longed for was limply in his arms, and the young man's slender and powerful hands were supporting the girl's legs.

Both of them were dressed in fine fabrics.

Jing Rong's fingertips twitched unconsciously.

It was as if it had touched the skin at the base of the little girl's thigh through the fabric.

He lowered his long and slender eyelashes to cover the rich black color, and the skin at the base of his ears was covered by a large swath of bright crimson at the moment, making him look extraordinarily attractive.

Su Tang's two little hands hung around his neck.

Just to be able to see the changes in the skin around his ears.

There was a huh in surprise.

Why are your ears red?

The distance between the two of them was so close that he could even feel the sweet and soft breath around the little girl.

The skin at the roots of the young man's ears turned redder, even the tips of the ears turned red, and a little blush appeared on his fair cheeks.

He coughed lightly, bent down, and wanted to put the little girl on the ground.

Come down.

Su Tang hugged his neck without letting go, her round eyes stared unblinkingly at the base of the young man's ears, and suddenly she smiled wickedly.

Arong, are you shy?

……nonsense.

The boy pursed his lips.

However, the light words and the increasingly red skin at the base of the ears were not convincing at all.

Su Tang gave a small huh.

I don't know whether to believe it or not.

Jing Rong was a little helpless.

Raising his hand, he took off the little girl's hand that was still hanging around his neck, and pinched it firmly in his palm to prevent her from doing more mischief.

Su Tang snorted softly.

It didn't hang up again.

The two walked in silence for a while.

The little girl was obviously angry.

He walked angrily.

Jing Rong is a little funny.

He stroked the little girl's head, his bright red lips parted into a beautiful smile, and his voice was soft.

Tangtang is sixteen this year, right?

Su Tang nodded.

This life is not very similar to ancient times, and more habits are more like modern times.

Eighteen is the rite of passage.

Jing Rong nodded slightly, but said nothing.

He just raised his hand, and stroked the little girl's hair with his slender fingers.

The slender eyelashes drooped, covering the rich black color.

Tangtang——

Hurry up and grow up.

He couldn't wait any longer.

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Jing Rong: The little milk bag can be eaten when it grows up! ^_^

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