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

"Is it okay?" Lin Mu'an looked at Lin Jiyan uncertainly.

"Let's take a look." Lin Jiyan retreated from Jingce and stared at Lin Muan.

"Okay." Lin Mu'an turned around to pick up the handwriting he had written and placed it generously in front of Lin Jiyan.

Lin Jiyan looked at Lin Muan's writing and stared at Lin Muan coldly.

Lin Muan felt guilty when he saw it, his back felt cold, and he unconsciously moved his eyes away.

"Isn't this well written, Zangzhuo?" Lin Jiyan leaned on the back of the chair, patted his legs, and motioned for Lin Muan to sit down.

Lin Mu'an looked at Lin Jiyan, sat on his lap, obediently put his hands around Lin Jiyan's neck, and looked at him simply.

"Brother Yan is pretty." Lin Muan glanced at his handwriting and looked at Lin Jiyan and said seriously.

Lin Jiyan smiled, kissed Lin Muan's cheek, and stared at Lin Muan's words.

His character is no worse than his own.

The handwriting is smooth and flowing, the pen is full of ink, and it feels a bit like dragons and phoenixes flying around, but when placed within the framework, it looks very skillful.

"Brother Yan?" Lin Mu'an interrupted Lin Jiyan's thoughts.

"Huh?" Lin Jiyan moved his gaze from the paper to Lin Muan's face.

"The writing is good, can you not write it?" Lin Muan stared at Lin Jiyan.

"Yes, as long as you are not perfunctory with me." Lin Jiyan's arm around Lin Muan's waist tightened, "Write my name. If it's good, I won't write it down."

"Yeah." Lin Mu'an smiled crookedly.

Lin Muan sat on Lin Jiyan's lap and reached for the pen. From Lin Jiyan's perspective, he could see his waist clearly, and Lin Muan was wearing a woman's summer clothes.

This figure is more prominent.

Lin Jiyan narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Muan's waist. Lin Muan looked back at Lin Jiyan in confusion.

"You write, and I will measure it."

Lin Mu'an did not doubt that he was there and turned his head to write seriously.

Lin Jiyan glanced at Lin Muan's waist. Looking up from the waist, the white and tender neck was faintly visible under the hair. Lin Jiyan curled his lips and put his hand on Lin Muan's neck.

Lin Mu'an was startled, shrank forward, stretched out his hand to cover the back of his neck, and looked at Lin Jiyan weakly.

He rested his elbow on the desk. Lin Jiyan looked at him like this, and he really thought of many different postures in his mind.

"Continue." Lin Jiyan stared at Lin Muan's waist and glanced up at him.

Lin Mu'an didn't dare to complain. Although he didn't quite understand why Lin Jiyan had to touch him every time, he didn't hate it, but it just felt a little strange.

Lin Jiyan's hands were placed on the back of his neck and waist, touching him from time to time, which made Lin Mu'an a little distracted.

"Your Majesty...Brother Yan, there's something a little weird." Lin Mu'an turned his head and looked at Lin Jiyan.

He couldn't see his own expression. Now his cheeks were flushed and the corners of his eyes were slightly red. He looked like he had been bullied, but Lin Jiyan hadn't started to do anything yet.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Lin Jiyan smiled, touched Lin Muan's tailbone, and pressed it gently.

"No...no, I have to write, my hands are shaking." Lin Mu'an said in pain, he didn't know how to explain it, he just wanted Lin Jiyan to take his hand away.

Because of Lin Jiyan's pressing just now, he was not only blushing, but his ears were starting to turn red, as if they were almost bleeding.

"Brother Yan, can you finish writing and then touch it?" Lin Muan bit his lip and looked at Lin Jiyan pitifully.

"Okay." Seeing how pitiful he was, Lin Jiyan stopped teasing him.

Without Lin Jiyan's teasing, Lin Muan quickly wrote Lin Jiyan's name.

Lin Mu'an himself was quite satisfied and showed the written words to Lin Jiyan with a smile.

"The writing is very good, you don't need to copy anymore." Lin Jiyan praised, put the paper on the desk, and put his hand on Lin Muan's waist.

Lin Mu'an smiled happily when Lin Jiyan praised him, and didn't pay much attention to Lin Jiyan touching his waist, because he was almost used to it.

"Here, let me take a look." Lin Jiyan reached out and poked Lin Muan's waist, his fingers staying on the tailbone and pressing lightly.

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly agreed.

He had no knowledge of this kind of behavior, and if Lin Jiyan wanted to see it, he would take it off. There was nothing he couldn't see anyway.

Lin Jiyan asked him to sit down and take off his clothes, but he only looked at his back.

After taking off his clothes, Lin Jiyan stared at the scars on Lin Muan's back. They were large and small, criss-crossed, but he had been looking at them for some time.

But he noticed the half-crescent moon on Lin Muan's right back shoulder. Lin Jiyan reached out and touched the half-crescent moon on his shoulder.

"birthmark?"

"It seems so. Brother Yu said he had it when he picked me up." Lin Mu'an flipped up his slowly falling hair and thought about the explanation, "I was wearing tatters and it was easy to see, so it wasn't Jade. I wanted to see it specifically."

Lin Mu'an was really afraid of Lin Jiyan's random thoughts. When Xi Yu was sent on a business trip again, it would not be so easy for him to eat Longjing shrimps.

Lin Jiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, approached Lin Muan, and hugged him.

With Lin Jiyan's clothes on his back, Lin Muan felt a little strange.

Lin Jiyan put his chin on Lin Muan's shoulder and smelled his scent.

"Did you use balm?" Lin Jiyan frowned.

"No, I don't use balm." Lin Muan answered seriously.

Lin Jiyan reached out and held Lin Muan's neck, lifted it up, and got closer to smell it.

Lin Mu'an didn't dare to move and let Lin Jiyan manipulate him.

Lin Jiyan didn't understand why Lin Mu'an smelled sweet, very much like peaches, but there was indeed no peach-flavored ointment, so this was what he smelled like.

The taste is quite special, and the smell makes you want to take a bite.

"Your Majesty...Brother Yan, it's a little cold."

In fact, it wasn't really cold. He felt an inexplicable sense of shame and wanted to put on his clothes.

"Okay, put it on." Lin Jiyan leaned back on the chair and stared at Lin Muan.

Lin Muan put on his clothes and wanted to get up from Lin Jiyan's lap.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jiyan put his arms around Lin Muan's waist.

"I've been sitting here for too long. I want to move." Lin Mu'an looked at Lin Jiyan and didn't dare to move.

Lin Jiyan let go of Lin Muan, and Lin Muan stood up and moved, staring at Lin Jiyan's legs.

"Why are you staring at me?" Lin Jiyan held his head with one hand and looked up at Lin Mu'an.

"Brother Yan, are you still feeling nothing in your legs?" Lin Muan frowned. He felt that this shouldn't be the case. It should be effective.

"A little but not much." Lin Jiyan smiled with squinted eyes, staring at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an was very distressed, squatting down and pinching Lin Jiyan's leg.

Lin Jiyan looked at Lin Mu'an and couldn't tell how she felt. Anyway, she liked that he cared about her.

He didn't do anything. He just stood and sat there, and Lin Jiyan liked it. Maybe this was the advantage of a person with outstanding appearance.

Everything you do is pleasing to the eye, and so is frowning.