Quick Transmigration: The Host Refuses to Save the Mission Target

Chapter 21 Exclusive Wild Dog (Part 3)

    The room was very quiet, with only the dim candlelight dancing, accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing.

    Pei Song: “……………………”

    Pei Song’s first reaction was that your discomfort had nothing to do with him.

    The second reaction was that it seemed to be really his business.

    Pei Song: “.”

    In his mind, 930 began to wander his eyes: “Then host, I will go offline first!”

    In the last world, 930 also gained experience by going offline. A second later, it was silent.

    It was very fast.

    Pei Song: “……”

    Knowing that the village chief had misunderstood, Pei Song cursed in his heart, pressed his temple, and walked over with a headache. His eyes still fell on Ah Shi’s tied hands.

    His original iron chain had been untied, and there were blood marks on his wrists from years of wear and tear. It was very deep and bloody. At this time, he was tied up with a thick rope, and he was struggling because of the discomfort. The wound was getting deeper and deeper, and there was a tendency to bleed faintly.

    Pei Song frowned slightly, looked around, and found a small knife in the bamboo sewing basket beside him, and immediately took it. Seeing

    Pei Song approaching, the boy immediately straightened up and stared at him, as if he was about to pounce on him.

    The fragrance on his body also began to spread over a large area, which was a strong smell of strong liquor, with an offensive posture.

    Speaking of which, he was still a Qianyuan.

    "Don't move." Pei Song shouted softly, walked to his side, lowered his head and used a knife to grind the rope for him.

    The two were close to each other. Ah Shi said he was a teenager, but he was also nineteen years old. He was tall and strong, already at the junction of a teenager and a young man. His body temperature was frighteningly high, and his breath sprayed hotly on Pei Song's neck, accompanied by a panting sound.

    Pei Song lowered his head to cut the rope for him, and he leaned his head over, holding Pei Song's snow-white neck with his teeth and grinding slowly, as if to relieve his discomfort.

    As soon as the rope was untied, before Pei Song could put down the knife, he was thrown down heavily on the bed. He supported his head with one hand and pinched his right wrist with the other hand.

    The surrounding was filled with the smell of hormones like a male in heat, and the aroma of wine completely enveloped him. Ah Shi's eyes dimmed slightly.

    "Uncomfortable...uncomfortable..."

    He hid that gloomy look, lowered his head, and gently nudged Pei Song's neck, like a big dog nudging people, saying back and forth in a very pitiful tone.

    "Uncomfortable..."

    Pei Song was tickled by his furry head. Ah Shi's body temperature was too high, and he rubbed against him, so he couldn't help but have some reaction.