Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

The room in the guest room went in and saw not a bed, but a table.

The space in the room is quite large. I think it's a first-class room.

"My guest, I put the kettle on the table. By the way, I will take the empty one away." Xi Ying said as she moved.

"Pour water and bring it." The man said directly.

His voice was a little brighter than he had just heard, and he was no longer so hoarse.

Xi Ying will not refuse the guest's request.

She picked up the kettle, poured a cup of hot water, with the teacup in one hand and the kettle in the other.

With the body to break open the bead curtain, Xi Ying saw a man sitting on the bench painting.

To be honest, what kind of thing is he drawing!

It's so ugly!

"My guest, hot water." Xi Ying handed the glass to the man.

The man put down his brush, turned to look at Xi Ying, and reached for the water cup.

As soon as he looked up, Xi Ying saw his face.

He is a very handsome man.

The eyebrows are gentle and the facial features are not sharp. It doesn't look like a ruthless royal guards.

"Thank you." He said after he took the glass.

Xi Ying is even more surprised.

Aren't the royal guards arrogant? After all, their rights are very large, and their attitude towards the common people is not very good except for the hierarchy of the emperor and the royal guards.

This is the extreme self-confidence that you will have when you become a royal guards.

But this man

Doesn't that seem to be the case?

"You are welcome, sir. This is what I should do." Xi Ying lowered her eyes slightly.

Anyway, she just got out of here.

Maybe the royal guards are good at camouflage their true feelings.

In any case, the royal guards are not something to be provoked by. Just like the fat man said, if you can't touch them, try not to contact them.

"If nothing else, I'll go."

"Yes."

"What else can I do for you, my guest?"

"Sit down."

Xi Ying looked up: "ah?"

After drinking a sip of water, the man put his glass aside and reached for a bench to the front of his leg.

"Sit down." He repeated, picking up the brush again.

"Oh." Xi Ying sat down with a low eyebrow.

"I need someone to pour me water. I don't have time." The man's eyes focused on the painting in front of him and took a little space to explain.

"Well, since it's my guest's need, I'm duty bound." Xi Ying's mouth is not covered.

Isn't it just flattering, isn't it just following his words?

Who can't.

After all, the Oscar heroine is not for nothing.

After that, the man did not speak again.

He is like a master who is addicted to ink painting, sketching his imaginary world with strokes.

Xi Ying occasionally looks up at his paintings.

After one look, I don't want to see another.

This man's painting is far less pleasing than his face.

Xi Ying used to be a spirit painter in a plane. Of course, her painters have reached the stage of perfection.

His paintings are better than her closed eyes.

As a result, Xi Ying has been staring at the man's hand of the water cup, when half of the water to drink, quickly add water in.

It's so boring and boring.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a man's voice coming from overhead.