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

Lin Muan lay softly in Qin Song's arms, and Qin Song sighed.

"My dear, don't lie to me, tell the truth." Qin Song held up Lin Muan's face and rubbed it.

Lin Muan paused for a while and looked at Qin Song, pursed his lips tightly, with hesitation in his eyes.

"My dear, do you like Nan Nan or Nan Nan?" Qin Song looked at Lin Mu'an, stretched out his hand to lift the broken hair from Lin Mu'an's face, and kissed Lin Mu'an on the face.

Lin Muan's pupils shrank and he lowered his head in a hurry.

Seeing that Lin Mu'an already knew this, Qin Song didn't force Lin Mu'an to answer. He leaned over and kissed Lin Mu'an on the face before letting him go. He got up and went to the kitchen to heat the food.

After being back for so long, the food must be a little cold.

Lin Muan sat on the sofa with his head hanging, still struggling in his heart. He knew that Qin Song had remembered it, and he had predicted in advance what Qin Song would do if he knew about it, but it was too fast.

"Don't think about it, little darling, let's eat. I'm so hungry." Qin Song squatted in front of Lin Mu'an and looked up at him. He reached out and pinched his chin, and pressed his fingers on his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth.

Lin Muan would bite his lip when he was nervous, and the situation was very serious. After Qin Song walked away for a while, Lin Muan's lip had been bitten by himself.

Qin Song sighed, moved closer to Lin Muan, and licked the blood drops on his lips.

"You know it once you know it. I will not leave Xiaoguai. I will stay with Xiaoguai for the rest of my life, okay?" Qin Song said softly when he saw Lin Muan staring at his fingertips aimlessly.

"Not leaving?" Lin Muan looked directly into Qin Song's eyes, as if to confirm the authenticity of what Qin Song said.

"Well, if you don't leave, how about we have dinner?" Qin Song smiled and kissed Lin Muan, then held Lin Muan's hand.

"Okay." Lin Muan stood up and followed Qin Song, his eyes staying on the hands they were holding.

There was no problem with eating. After the two of them had eaten, Qin Song hugged Lin Muan and sat on the sofa watching TV. Lin Muan's attention was not on the TV at all. He nestled in Qin Song's arms and glanced at Qin Song from time to time.

"What's wrong, little boy?" Qin Song had noticed it for a long time, but when he saw Lin Mu'an looking at him with a hesitant look, he felt a little anxious.

"Brother won't want me, right?" Lin Mu'an was a little scared.

"Are you afraid that I will blame myself and blame you for not being able to hear?" Qin Song asked directly. Since Lin Muan also said that he was afraid of leaving him, he would solve it from the root cause.

"Yes." Lin Mu'an nodded and pinched Qin Song's fingers.

"No, if I blame myself, I should stay with Xiaoguai, and I don't hate Xiaoguai's inability to hear at all." Qin Song reached out to touch Lin Muan's hearing aid and slowly took it off.

Lin Muan looked at Qin Song doubtfully.

"Xiao Guai can't hear it, but you must know what I say next, right?" Qin Song looked at Lin Mu'an seriously, "I love you."

Lin Muan stared at Qin Song's lips, and when he saw Qin Song say those three words, his face turned red instantly.

"Brother Qin..."

Qin Song hugged Lin Muan and nodded deeply.

"I love you."

"Well, I love you too." Qin Song put on Lin Muan's hearing aid and kissed Lin Muan's face with a smile.

Lin Mu'an blushed even more and shyly hid in Qin Song's arms.

"Little darling, you just need to understand these three words." Qin Song kissed Lin Muan's hair, reached out to hold Lin Muan's slightly hot cheek, and kissed his lips.

"Ah."

When Qin Song saw that Lin Muan was no longer sad, he kissed Lin Muan. He looked more and more adorable.

Lin Muan didn't resist this time, but he felt dizzy from the kiss.

"Brother! No more kissing!" Lin Muan was stunned by the kiss and put his hand on Qin Song's chest.

"You can breathe. Why do we little darlings always forget?" Qin Song nodded and hugged Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan grunted muffledly and hugged Qin Song's waist tightly.

Qin Song didn't bother having too much fun with Lin Mu'an. After all, he had to work tomorrow, and Lin Mu'an seemed sleepy.

After washing and going to bed, Qin Song felt that there was nothing wrong at first, but Lin Mu'an was holding him now. Yesterday, Lin Mu'an hugged Nan Nan to sleep, and now she was naked against him.

"Little boy?" Qin Song could feel Lin Muan's body temperature on his back. He was cold but not freezing cold all over.

Lin Muan made no move, and Qin Song was so nervous that he forgot that Lin Muan couldn't hear him.

Qin Song turned around with difficulty and met Lin Muan's innocent eyes. He felt that he was overthinking it, but Lin Muan was holding him like this, which made him very embarrassed.

But Qin Song felt that if he pulled away Lin Muan's hand, Lin Muan would definitely think too much and get sulky. In the end, Qin Song compromised, but it was very inconvenient to sleep.

"Good night, brother." Lin Muan hugged Qin Song and whispered.

Qin Song hummed drowsily, and finally fell asleep with Lin Muan in his arms.

When he woke up in the morning, Lin Muan still got up before him. Qin Song subconsciously touched the side, then opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, got up, washed up, and went downstairs.

Lin Mu'an was preparing breakfast. Qin Song glanced around the living room, and then saw that the locked door was not closed. Qin Song glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

Realizing that Lin Muan didn't seem to come out, he turned to look at the room.

He was really curious about what that room was. When he wanted to go in and have a look, Lin Muan was so excited that he locked the door.

While Lin Mu'an didn't come out, Qin Song went over to hold the door handle and pushed the door in.

But the sight in front of him shocked him. If he didn't know better, looking at it like this would really make him think deeply.

The four walls are all covered with his photos, even the ceiling. There are also many paintings, all showing his face, frowning or smiling, which is really scary to look at.

"Brother." Lin Muan's cold voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Qin Song stiffened for a moment, then turned around and looked at Lin Muan with a dry smile.

"Brother, are you afraid?" Lin Muan looked at Qin Song expressionlessly.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just surprised." Qin Song smiled.

Lin Muan glanced at the wall behind Qin Song, and then looked into Qin Song's eyes.

"Really?" Lin Muan looked at Qin Song doubtfully.

"Yes, were those paintings painted by Xiaoguai?" Qin Song smiled and changed the topic.

"Well, let's have breakfast, brother. Lu Ye will pick you up later." Lin Muan held Qin Song's hand, led Qin Song out of the studio, and locked the door of the studio.

Qin Song glanced at Lin Muan's hand and found that he was shaking a little.

"My dear." Qin Song pulled Lin Mu'an, "I didn't mean it, I was just curious. Shouldn't I go in?"

Qin and Song hoped that the matter would be resolved immediately. Prolonging the time would not be good for anyone, and Lin Muan still liked to think too much, so it could not be prolonged.