Quick Transmigration: The Host Refuses to Save the Mission Target

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    Not knowing what he was going to do, Pei Song sat on the bed without moving.

    After a while, Pei Song saw He Wenshi bringing a Qiankun bag over.

    Before he could think about it, He Wenshi walked in front of him and kept taking things out of the Qiankun bag.

    "This, this, and these, Master, take them."

    As his voice sounded, Kunyi Mirror, Baqian Dan, Chizhi Pillow, Shuiguang Pearl, and other treasures that may be hard to see in a lifetime, were taken out of the Qiankun bag one by one like cabbage, and all piled up next to Pei Song, shining.

    Pei Song almost felt like he was drowned by these treasures.

    Pei Song: "."

    After He Wenshi took out all the treasures, the bed was almost full, and the glittering made people's eyes sore. Knowing that the person in front of him was not very awake, Pei Song sat in the middle of these treasures and did not dare to move, with his hands on his knees and slowly blinking.

    "He Wenshi?"

    He Wenshi responded, lowered his head, leaned over to hug him, put his lower chin on Pei Song's neck and shoulders, and exhaled gently.

    "These are all for Master," he said in a very light voice, brushing against his ear, "Master, stay in my dream for a while."

    Pei Song paused.

    "He Wenshi." He spoke in a steady voice, "Even if you don't give me these, I won't leave you."

    He Wenshi didn't say anything, but just held him tightly.

    After half a day, there was still no movement. Pei Song was being held, and gradually felt something was wrong. He blinked: "He Wenshi?"

    Still didn't speak, and his even breathing sprayed on his neck.

    Pei Song tilted his head to look over.

    The person fell asleep.

    Pei Song: " Okay

    . "

    The complicated emotions just now dissipated in an instant. Pei Song was a little speechless for a while, feeling funny and angry.

    -

    A dreamless night.

    When he woke up in the morning, Pei Song just moved a little, and felt that the hand on his waist tightened again.

    He opened his eyes and He Wenshi's sleeping face appeared in front of him.

    Those treasures piled up all over the bed last night. He Wenshi fell asleep drunk again and couldn't open his Qiankun bag. Pei Song spent a long time to tidy up the bed. Now seeing this "culprit", he couldn't help but rubbed his face expressionlessly.

    Because of being drunk, the man slept very deeply. His face was pinched into strange shapes, but he didn't move at all. His hands were holding Pei Song's waist with a strong possessive desire, and he didn't mean to let go.