Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

"..."

The young man's long eyelashes were half drooping, his pupils were dark, and he couldn't see clearly his emotions.

Seeing that he was silent and motionless, Su Tang thought he was unwilling and wanted to withdraw his hand with a puffed face.

"If you don't want to, forget it..."

Before she finished her words, Su Tang felt her arm being pulled forward by a force. Randomly, a light and warm breath poured on her wrist, and her skin was itchy by the breath. , A burst of fine chestnut sprang up.

She looked up blankly, and saw the young man with her eyes down, holding her wrists carefully and carefully, and blowing lightly several times.

Then let go of her hand and raised her eyes to look at her. It was her who was reflected in her pupils that were stained with ink.

The cold voice softened, and it sounded particularly bewildering.

"Is it better now?"

Su Tang, "!!!"

She withdrew her hand abruptly, her little white face, for some reason, was stained with a blush, soft and cute.

She frowned, not knowing whether she was annoyed or ashamed, or what to say, and finally said something fiercely.

"what are you doing?"

The boy turned his head to look at her, Moran's eyes looked a little innocent.

"You asked me to blow it for you?"

Seeing what the little girl was about to say, the boy added calmly.

"As a kid, shouldn't you always listen to the boss's request?"

"..."

It seems to be the case.

The little girl was puffed up, fierce, and could not find a good reason to refute.

Finally flattened his mouth, "I don't hurt anymore, you don't need to blow!"

Jing Rong smiled, retracted his hand, but said nothing.

There is no medicine in the original owner's house, but Su Tang doesn't care.

She has practiced spells after all.

The body is much stronger than the average child.

This little injury will heal yourself within a few days.

The two were silent for a while, Su Tang thought about what happened just now and what was wrong with Jingrong, and asked.

"You and Shen Yizhi... Are there any holidays between you? Shen Yizhi also said that Uncle Shen is looking for you..."

As if thinking of something, Su Tang suddenly rounded his eyes and looked at him blankly.

"You said before that someone was chasing you, was it Uncle Shen who was chasing you?"

Jing Rong listened to "Uncle Shen" in Su Tang's mouth, her bright red lips were slightly hooked, and a mocking expression flashed in her dark eyes.

His voice was low, "If I said yes, would you believe it?"

Even though he said that, after asking the question, the boy casually looked elsewhere, and he was ready for the girl not to believe him.

After all, she only met him for a day.

The old immortal in Shen Cheng was called "Uncle Shen" by the little girl.

Both of them are like good people again.

Which little milk bag should believe, the ending can be imagined.

He chuckled, his thin lips stretched out with a beautiful curve, and he thought lazily.

Pity.

Just recognized the boss.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, I heard the little girl's decisive words.

"I believe!"

Su Tang's face was strained, and he paused.

"I will believe what you say."

She paused, her little white face serious.

"You are my little brother, and I will always cover you. If they bully you, just tell me, I will find the place for you!"

The boy looked at him in astonishment.

The world around was silent for a moment.

Only the heartbeat in the chest.

thump.

thump.

Zhenruo beating the drum.

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