Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Xiang Xing suddenly realized that Wu Chen's voice was flowing like a gurgling spring.

It miraculously calmed her down, and she no longer cared about other things beside her ears.

He only quickly closed his soft eyes and listened carefully to the mantra he read out intermittently.

After that, he read it out.

The moment the mantra was finished, the little guy suddenly felt that the space was distorted by an invisible force.

Ballroom, guests, Luo Qingya, the painting boy...

Even Zhu Yu'an turned into weird swirls.

Soon, everything turned into darkness.

Only the man's tight hug with a sense of security still affects her body, making her extremely at ease...

...

When she opened her soft eyes again, she only found herself lying on Wu Chen's bed again...

Wu Chen sat quietly by the bed, with his back to her.

He took off his shirt. At that time, he was shirtless and had a bandage on his right arm.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing was startled suddenly.

Can't help but sit up straight, and exclaimed: "Boss, your injury...couldn't be from Zhu Yu'an's shot?!"

no?

that was a dream...

"..."

I saw Wu Chen's back froze for a moment.

After a while, he sneered and nodded slightly, "Otherwise?"

Then, without waiting for Xiang Xing to react, he suddenly continued, "Sorry, I entered your dream without your permission."

Even though she was shot by Zhu Yu'an in the dream, she would not be harmed substantially.

At most, it was treated as a nightmare and woke up.

However, even though he was watching her being pointed at by a gun in his dream, Wu Chen felt as if his heart was being pulled hard.

Even in a dream, he couldn't let her get hurt.

Thinking of this, the man's delicate light gray eyes were suddenly stained with extreme coldness.

But it was broken up by the soft questioning voice behind him.

"...Boss, what kind of psychic skill is this?"

Xiang Xing tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't find such a skill from all the psychics.

Can enter other people's dreams.

Moreover, it still enters the body.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but raised his little hand and rubbed his head.

Well.

With her big brain, can she hold such a big man?

"..."

Wu Chen was speechless for a while.

But just as he was cutting off the gauze and pasting it, he suddenly turned around and forced Xiang Xing to the wall on the other side of the big bed.

I saw him approaching suddenly, his narrowed light gray eyes quickly pressed towards her, and his slender eyelashes seemed to be able to sweep her eyelashes.

Immediately afterwards, she only heard the man's hoarse voice, and spoke quietly.

"Stop calling me boss."

"……what?"

Xiang Xing was suddenly a little confused.

He made such a big fuss just to make her...don't call him the boss?

Thinking about it, the little guy swallowed subconsciously, and couldn't help opening his mouth cautiously, "Then... Wu Chen? Ah Chen?..."

"Call my husband."

The unexpected words made Xiang Xing's soft eyes widen in astonishment.

……what?

This is too fast...

However, this little thought of hers was directly read by someone.

Immediately, he laughed uncontrollably: "I brought you back with my life, so you are unhappy."

The voice fell.

Xiang Xing suddenly felt warmth on his lips.

Then, there was another burst of dizziness...

...

It took a long time before she was reluctantly let go.

good night~