Quick Travel: After defeating the villain, the host becomes more sophisticated

"I want to see more of you." He Zhiyan said warmly.

"Are you going to die?" Lin Muan looked at He Zhiyan coldly.

He Zhiyan was silent and Lin Muan frowned.

"Could it be that I'm going to die?"

"No, you won't die." He Zhiyan quickly replied.

"That won't kill you. You can watch it anytime, why do you want to watch it now? Go and do your business." Lin Mu'an kicked He Zhiyan's calf, "With such a big man standing in front of me, even The sun can’t even bask in it, so let’s go aside.”

"My dear, I want to hug you." He Zhiyan stared at Lin Mu'an with pitiful eyes, trying to make Lin Mu'an soften.

"Go away! Don't make me hit you." Lin Mu'an rolled his eyes at He Zhiyan and growled angrily.

He Zhiyan's heart skipped a beat, and the feeling of his heart being torn apart was extremely obvious. He stared at Lin Mu'an without saying a word.

Lin Mu'an felt that he could not see clearly, so he closed his eyes and hugged Lin Zhao for a while.

"I don't want to see you when I wake up. You'd better leave, otherwise I'm going to cause trouble."

"it is good."

He Zhiyan was very obedient and left without looking for a while, but he would come back the next day. Almost every time, he would stay until Lin Muan got tired of him and asked him to get lost before he left. This situation lasted for more than half a year.

He Zhiyan was immune to Lin Muan's hurtful words. Just like now, Lin Muan was teaching Lin Zhaoyi to write, and He Zhiyan stared at him for a while while approving the memorial. Lin Muan looked at He Zhiyan impatiently.

"Why don't you get out?" Lin Mu'an kicked He Zhiyan's desk and spoke in an extremely impatient tone, with a dissatisfied look on his face, as if He Zhiyan would overturn the table if he didn't leave the next second.

"I know, let's leave now." He Zhiyan was not afraid that Lin Mu'an would say hurtful words, but he was afraid of making Lin Mu'an angry.

Being angry is not good for your health, especially since Lin Muan's health is not good to begin with. When he gets angry, he is afraid that Lin Muan will vomit blood like last time.

He Zhiyan slowly packed his things, while Lin Muan watched coldly as Lin Zhao's little friend was writing obediently.

After the others left, Lin Muan returned to Lin Zhaoyi.

"Father, do you hate Uncle He very much?" Lin Zhaoyi asked Lin Muan in an innocent and pure child voice.

"I don't hate it." Lin Mu'an said truthfully, smiling and touching Lin Zhaoyi's head.

"Then why did Father drive Uncle He away not long after he arrived?" Lin Zhaoyi asked the doubts in his heart.

"Because he did something that my father cannot forgive."

"Is it really unforgivable at all?"

"Well, I can't forgive you."

Lin Zhaoyi stopped asking and started writing and reading seriously.

Lin Muan looked at the door expressionlessly, then looked back at Lin Zhaoyi's calligraphy.

"Do you remember everything?" He Zhiyan reached out and covered his chest. He thought he wouldn't be too sad when he heard Lin Muan say he couldn't forgive him, but he overestimated himself. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

He Zhiyan could barely stand by holding on to the wall. He felt dizzy for a while. He Zhiyan didn't know how he managed to leave Lin Muan's yard. When he regained consciousness, he had returned to his own yard and took a deep breath of fresh air when he sat down.

He Zhiyan knew that he was wrong, but it was too late. Everything had already happened. How he treated Lin Muan before, it was useless to make up for it now.

He had never been so frustrated. He found Lin Muan, but there was nothing he could do.

He Zhiyan spent three days in a daze. He didn't go to Lin Muan for three days. He felt that if he didn't go to see Lin Muan, he would feel even more uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to face Lin Muan.

So he chose to visit Lin Muan again at night, but what he didn't expect was that Lin Muan was not sleeping, as if waiting for him.

"Come here." Lin Muan looked at He Zhiyan coldly and raised his hand towards him.

He Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little happy, but more worried, and came to Lin Mu'an numbly.

"Don't talk too much." Lin Muan put his hand on He Zhiyan's shoulder.

"My dear..." He Zhiyan held Lin Muan's hand and asked him what he was doing.

"You don't know what I do? Or maybe my actions are not obvious enough." Lin Mu'an pulled He Zhiyan's hand away.

He Zhiyan didn't dare to move or say anything. He wanted to do this, but he didn't want to force Lin Mu'an to do it. Lin Mu'an didn't seem to be happy, but he didn't seem to be unhappy at the same time. It could be said to be very contradictory. Feel.

"My dear, let go." He Zhiyan held back the sweat on his forehead, leaned back, and his tone sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

"No~" Lin Mu'an deliberately leaned over to speak in He Zhiyan's ear, leaning very close to He Zhiyan, "But if you reach out and touch me, I will let go."

He Zhiyan shuddered, but made no other moves.

"Quite honest." Lin Mu'an smiled evilly.

He Zhiyan groaned in pain and looked up at Lin Muan with his lowered eyes, but Lin Muan reached out to cover his eyes. Lin Muan didn't want to look at He Zhiyan's messy eyes.

Lin Muan's movements were lazy, like a cat's tail sweeping across his chest, making people scratch their hearts and livers.

"Ah~ a springing dog." Lin Muan looked at He Zhiyan with a sarcastic smile.

He Zhiyan looked at Lin Muan with slightly opened eyes. The scarlet eyes and the rising and falling chest as he breathed heavily showed how uncomfortable He Zhiyan was holding back.

Let it develop naturally and do whatever it takes. However, He Zhiyan was not allowed to move this time. Lin Muan was also very tired.

Lin Muan lay on the bed panting. He Zhiyan looked at Lin Muan with pity and wanted to reach out and touch Lin Muan's face.

"Get out." Lin Muan glanced at He Zhiyan with a sidelong glance, and kicked He Zhiyan in the waist with his weak legs.

"Okay." He Zhiyan agreed but did not leave. He asked someone to get hot water and bathed Lin Muan himself before leaving.

Lin Mu'an got sleepy when he was tired, but he didn't sleep until He Zhiyan left. He slept until late in the afternoon and had dinner when he woke up.

He Zhiyan came for several days in a row. When Lin Muan was tired, he would deal with it casually. When he was not tired, he would scold and torture He Zhiyan. Lin Muan even suspected that He Zhiyan was a bit masochistic.

Sometimes when he beat him and scolded him, this man could still get excited, so Lin Muan couldn't be too embarrassed.

"Little boy." He Zhiyan knelt beside the bed and looked at Lin Muan on the bed, and called out weakly.

"Shut up." Lin Muan looked at the tent roof and glanced at He Zhiyan, his tone cold.

Lin Mu'an frowned, sat up and put his feet on He Zhiyan's shoulders.

He Zhiyan looked like he was letting everyone take whatever he wanted, and Lin Muan felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Don't look like that, it looks disgusting."

"Okay." He Zhiyan changed his expression to a sad one, as if Lin Mu'an was forcing her to be a prostitute.

"Change, disgusting, go learn the expressions from the waiter in Goulan Garden." Lin Mu'an kicked He Zhiyan down and landed in He Zhiyan's arms.

Anyway, he wasn't the one who was cold. He Zhiyan's body could withstand the cold.

"it is good."

~~~Separation line~~~

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