Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet ( 2 )

Chapter 239: Picked up a cute Corgi (7-8)

His eyes hovered on the slightly trembling body for a while, and finally froze on the injured leg that was swollen and twitched from time to time.

He felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

After thinking about it, the big white wolf couldn't help shifting his body again and moved closer to the little hair ball.

Immediately he lifted the injured left front leg slightly, and whispered in a dumb voice, "Come here a little bit."

"……Well?"

Xiang Xing was puzzled, opened his wet and misty eyes and glanced at him.

I noticed his open arms, with a look on his face that he wanted to hug and warm himself.

The little guy was taken aback.

But he looked at his raised injured front leg with worry, and said glutinously, "But your injury..."

"obedient."

Conai seemed a little impatient, and couldn't help but sink his tone, urging.

After a pause, he added, "I won't eat you, come here."

"……Oh."

Xiang Xing couldn't, so he had to roll his small body, rolling into that furry embrace.

As the sturdy and long front legs slowly fell, the melting warmth immediately enveloped her whole body.

The little guy couldn't help squinting his soft eyes comfortably, and couldn't help but dive into the fur.

Speaking of.

He didn't seem to smell of wild beasts.

On the contrary, it is filled with a faint breath of paper and ink.

Is this the taste of Professor Ke Da~

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing suddenly sneered lightly.

In the end, I couldn't bear the tiredness, so I nestled in the arms of the big white wolf and fell asleep deeply...

...

When she woke up again, the furry feeling around her body had been replaced by a familiar softness.

The little guy was puzzled.

Can't help but slowly open his haggard eyelids, looking around.

She was obviously no longer in the big iron pipe.

The surrounding area became a room full of various bookshelves with a homely atmosphere.

And she was lying on a big soft bed.

The bedding and sheets under him also had the reassuring smell that he had smelled before fainting.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help but straighten up slowly.

He walked slowly to the edge of the bed and looked out the open door.

At this look, she opened her dark and soft eyes in astonishment.

I saw that on the sofa in the living room outside, sat a tall, tall, and handsome young man with a cold and handsome face.

At that time, he was holding cotton with tweezers, putting medicine on the wound on his left arm.

The dull pain of the wound made his eyebrows tighten, and his thin lips pressed slightly.

As for a plate on the side, there was a bullet still carrying blood, like a bullet that had just been taken out.