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

Lin Mu'an stared at Qin Song's lips for a moment. It took him half a minute to react and nodded.

Qin Song smiled and reached out to touch Lin Muan's head again.

"Good night?" Lin Mu'an tilted his head.

"OK, good night."

Qin Song put the box on the low table and walked to his bed. Upon seeing this, Lin Muan also climbed onto the bed.

"Brother Qin, don't turn off the lights." Lin Muan covered himself with quilt and looked at Qin Song who was about to turn off the lights.

Qin Song turned around and looked at Lin Mu'an, took back his hand that was about to turn off the light, returned to bed without saying a word, and fell asleep soon.

Lin Muan opened his eyes and looked at Qin Song. There was a low table between them. Qin Song was sleeping on his back. Lin Muan could only look at his side face, but no matter how he looked at it, they all looked exactly the same.

"Arili?"

"What's wrong? Dad."

"Did you know that these villains all look exactly the same?"

"Really? No, when I look at the villain, I can only see the word villain written on his face, but I can't see his specific appearance clearly."

"Huh? Is this the case with other systems as well? Can't you see the target's face clearly?"

"I don't know. I'll ask when I have time."

"it is good."

Lin Mu'an chatted casually with Alili for a few words before cutting off contact, and fell asleep not long after staring at Qin Song.

When they woke up, Lin Mu'an was still confused. Qin Song called Lin Mu'an to get up after cleaning up. Looking at Lin Mu'an who was stunned, Qin Song had the urge to let Lin Mu'an sleep for a while, but the program team had already called Lin Mu'an to wake up. When someone comes and shouts, he must be made to get up.

Qin Song picked Lin Mu'an up from the bed. Lin Mu'an was lying limply, leaning softly in Qin Song's arms.

Qin Song felt something was wrong. He smelled a sweet fragrance, and the fragrance rushed into his head. He looked down at Lin Muan. Qin Song found that Lin Muan's clothes had collapsed. He didn't remember that he was like this when he picked the person up.

Lin Muan secretly glanced at Qin Song, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Brother Qin?" Lin Muan returned to his innocent and harmless look, looking up at Qin Song in confusion.

Qin Song didn't speak, because Lin Muan couldn't hear him even if he spoke, so he could only arrange for Lin Muan to sit down and get a hearing aid for Lin Muan to put on.

"The program team called for assembly, we can't sleep anymore." Qin Song put on Lin Muan's hearing aid, stretched out his hand to smooth Lin Muan's hair, and said gently.

"Okay." Lin Muan rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times.

Qin Song got out of the way and Lin Muan got up to wash up, but he didn't come out for a long time. Qin Song was curious if he had fallen and went to check.

Then I saw Lin Muan who was struggling with his hair. It seemed that he couldn't comb it well.

"Have you washed up? Stop fussing, I'll comb it for you." Qin Song startled Lin Mu'an when he spoke. Finally, his voice slowed down a lot, and he came behind Lin Mu'an and reached out to take the comb in Lin Mu'an's hand.

"Thank you." Lin Muan blushed, looked at Qin Song through the mirror, and said softly.

Qin Song didn't say anything. He just raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Muan in the mirror. He noticed that Lin Muan's face was slightly red, and then continued to comb Lin Muan's hair as if nothing had happened.

Qin Song felt that Lin Muan's hair was actually quite easy to comb. There was only a little knot. The knotted area should have been combed out by Lin Muan just now. The rest of his hair was smooth, dark and thick, and the hair quality was also very good. Even if you are not close, you can smell a faint fragrance.

Lin Mu'an squeezed out toothpaste and brushed his teeth. He glanced at Qin Song from time to time and felt that Qin Song was quite serious.

"Okay." Qin Song tied Lin Muan's hair into a high ponytail according to the hairstyle he saw Lin Jiangwan wearing yesterday. Looking from behind, Lin Muan's neck was really white and tender.

Qin Song stared at it for a while, then reached out and touched it, which made Lin Muan's hand holding the toothbrush tremble.

"Are you scared?" Qin Song raised his eyes and looked at Lin Muan in the mirror.

Lin Muan reached out and touched the back of his neck, blushing and nodded.

"There is a fallen hair, I just took it off." Qin Song didn't know why he lied, but he couldn't explain his strange actions.

"Yeah." Lin Muan picked up the toothbrush and rinsed it with water, rinsed his mouth and then washed his face.

After returning to the room to change clothes, Lin Muan felt that it was nothing. Qin Song seemed to be avoiding it, but Lin Muan had no intention of teasing Qin Song. After all, it was not good to keep the program team waiting for a long time.

Before going, Lin Jiangwan specifically warned him not to exercise strenuously, but Lin Muan felt that it was okay to exercise. He was not that delicate. He also exercised at home.

Grandma Lu saw that the two of them didn't eat breakfast, so she specially stuffed two big buns for them and let them have a few mouthfuls of porridge.

"Thank you, grandma." Lin Mu'an ate the buns and smiled sweetly.

"Thank you. Eat slowly. If you eat too fast, you may choke." Grandma Lu reached out and patted Lin Mu'an on the shoulder with unusual kindness. "Young man is so handsome. Eat more and you will grow taller."

"it is good."

Lin Mu'an nibbled the bun obediently, and when he saw Qin Song looking at him, he narrowed his eyes and smiled at Qin Song.

Qin Song didn't react at all, he just continued eating the buns, but his eyes stayed on Lin Muan's lips for a few seconds.

Lin Muan's lips are moderately thick and crimson in color, with shallow lip lines. After eating porridge, there is a little water on the lips, which looks crystal clear and makes people want to kiss them.

Lin Jiangwan looked at the two of them and took a bite of the bun in his hand.

After eating, the two went to the meeting point, which was the century-old banyan tree in the village. Several people had already come under the banyan tree.

I simply said hello and played the game after everyone gathered. There was no reward for being the last one. If you didn’t have enough shooting props, you might have to borrow them from everywhere. However, Lin Muan and Qin Song’s rankings were okay, and Lin Muan didn’t choose anything big.

It’s just a low-budget film, as long as the shooting props are available.

Lin Muan is very casual, and Qin and Song also follow Lin Muan. The two of them are very Buddhist-like when playing games, and the barrages are very harmonious.

After playing the game, they disbanded. Lin Muan felt that this program team was more Buddhist than him, but he reserved his free time to write scripts for the directors. It took him half a month to write it, but he didn't shoot every day for half a month. The filming time is reserved for actors and directors to shoot.

"Very tired?" Qin Song took out a tissue from his pocket, opened it on Lin Mu'an's face, took out the tissue and wiped Lin Mu'an's face.

"Huh?" Lin Muan didn't hear clearly what Qin Song said, and he just finished the game. The two of them were sitting under the banyan tree to enjoy the cool air.

The soft touch of the tissue was close to his cheek. Qin Song felt that the tissue in his hand was not as soft as Lin Muan's face, so he wiped Lin Muan's sweat carefully.

Lin Mu'an saw Qin Song's movements clearly without struggling, and stared at Qin Song's face without blinking.

It's so good-looking. This time Qin Song is not so mature, and has a bit of a youthful look about him.

The 1.9 meter tall man was hunched over to wipe the sweat from his face. From this distance, Lin Muan could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on Qin Song's body. He suddenly realized that Qin Song didn't seem to like using perfume.

"Brother Qin." Lin Muan called Qin Song in a low voice.

~~~Separation line~~~

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