Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Soft and Sweet

God: “Xiang Xing, you saved the galaxy in your previous life. I want to give you a reward. What would you like?”

Xiang Xing thought hard, then answered in a babyish voice, “I want to enjoy every comfort in the world.”

A divine light appeared at the edge of the sky, and a single word drifted slowly toward her.

Granted.

“Uncle, I want soup dumplings, candied hawthorn, spicy hot pot, a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast...”

“Granted.”

The dark, seductive regent immediately set aside his schemes and summoned the finest chefs in the land, lining them all up before her.

“Brother, I want to pass every exam and never fail a class...”

“Granted.”

The cool and handsome senior immediately brought over study guides and started a one-on-one course in targeted exam preparation.

“You villain, I want to win the grand prize. I want to get rich overnight...”

“Granted.”

The powerful tycoon, feared by everyone, immediately bought every lottery ticket package and slipped the grand-prize ticket into her hand.

Gradually, Xiang Xing, who was enjoying every comfort in the world, began to sense that something was off.

How strange.

Why did each of these “granted”s sound more and more like that divine light?

[As is customary, 1v1, ridiculously sweet and fluffy]