Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

"Are you really okay?" Qin Song noticed that Lin Mu'an was staring at him for a while before asking, turning his head slightly to look at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an's beautiful eyes were free of any impurities, but their originally pure and clean eyes now revealed a touch of sadness.

"You can talk to me." Qin Song reached out and touched Lin Muan's head.

"I'm thinking about a script." Lin Mu'an smiled and squinted his eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.

"Okay." Qin Song took back his hand and didn't ask any more questions.

The live broadcast equipment was able to capture them, although it was not very clear, but this time netizens were watching the variety show with microscopes, and someone had already taken a screenshot of the scene just now to enlarge it.

[Why did Qin Song touch Brother Lin’s head? 】

[I don’t know, but I feel very cp. 】

[Brother Lin and Qin Song really look very small standing together! 】

【right! The cutest height difference! Brother Lin looks so well-behaved like this! 】

[Brother Lin is always well-behaved, but he really looks like Qin Song. 】

[Lin Meiren really didn’t have any baggage at all and went straight to the ground. 】

[Who knows who she is showing it to, maybe it is fake. 】

There are good and bad barrages, but these have nothing to do with Lin Muan. He is currently being persuaded by Lin Jiangwan to go home and take a nap.

It was a hot summer day, and even though he was under the shade of a tree, the heat wave had already turned Lin Muan's face red. Lin Jiang took the time to look at Lin Muan during his evening break, and when he saw him like this, he quickly came out of the ground.

Lin Jiangwan persuaded Lin Mu'an to obey and go back. Qin Song looked at Lin Mu'an, who was blushing, and felt that he was at fault. He was not optimistic about Lin Mu'an. If he had found out earlier, he should have taken Lin Mu'an back.

"Sorry, senior." Qin Song took the cold towel from Lin Jiangwan and turned around to apply it on Lin Muan's face.

"It's okay, Xiao An's physique is like this, it has nothing to do with you." Lin Jiangwan waved her hands. She had forgotten the time, otherwise she wouldn't have let Lin Mu'an stay outside for so long.

In fact, Lin Mu'an felt fine, but his face was a little hot, but Qin Song was so close to him with the towel, and the cold towel couldn't suppress his heated cheeks.

The movements of the two looked extremely close, and they seemed as familiar as they had done it thousands of times. Both of them felt that there was nothing unusual. Of course, Lin Jiangwan didn't feel anything was wrong, but the barrage was all annoying. .

After giving Lin Muan a cold face, Qin Song took Lin Muan back.

Lin Muan's whole body was as languid as a wilted flower, sitting dejectedly.

"Very uncomfortable?" Qin Song poured a glass of water for Lin Mu'an and held Lin Mu'an's head on his shoulder.

Lin Muan took a sip of water, shook his head slightly, and his grip on the water glass was a little unstable.

Qin Song reached out and took the water glass from Lin Mu'an's hand, placed it on the chair aside, and looked sideways at Lin Mu'an. Lin Mu'an's face was still a little pink, and he reached out to lift the hair covering Lin Mu'an's eyes.

"Brother Qin."

"Ok?"

"sleep."

"Let's go."

Qin Song helped Lin Mu'an get up, led the people into the house, and arranged them to sit. Qin Song went to get a handkerchief to wipe Lin Mu'an's face.

After wiping his face, Lin Muan almost fell asleep on the bed.

Qin Song looked at Lin Mu'an who was breathing evenly, and felt a subtle feeling in his heart.

Qin Song had never felt this way before. He felt that whatever he did to Lin Muan was just natural, and he didn't feel there was any problem at all, nor did he feel that doing these things was wrong.

Lin Mu'an fell asleep. He was always a docile person, but now he looked even more docile. His reddish cheeks looked easy to rub, soft, white and tender, and his crimson lips were slightly open to see. to the tip of the tongue.

Qin Song possessed him by accident and kissed Lin Mu'an gently on the lips. The soft touch made him feel good, but when he came back to his senses, everyone was stunned.

He looked at the sleeping Lin Muan with an almost surprised look, slowly reached out and touched his lips, quickly got up and fled the scene.

Lin Muan opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Qin Song's back. He smiled, turned around, hugged the quilt, and continued to sleep.

Qin Song went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and poured cold water on his face to wake him up, but it didn't seem to have much effect. The scene of him kissing Lin Mu'an still flashed in his mind, and he was still reminiscing about the touch.

Qin Song thought that he was not a villain, but he didn't expect that he would do such an unrighteous thing, which made him a little confused about how to face Lin Mu'an.

However, Qin Song went back after a while. This time he did not dare to sit by the bed. He was afraid that he would do something stupid again, so he moved a small chair and sat in front of Lin Muan's bed.

Not playing with his mobile phone, just looking at Lin Muan, Qin Song felt inexplicably satisfied.

Staring at Lin Muan's profile, a strange fragment flashed through Qin Song's mind. It slipped away before he could catch it, but the pair of amber eyes that were exactly the same as Lin Muan's were imprinted on him. in mind.

It can be seen from the eyes that the owner of those eyes is very happy, his eyebrows are smiling, and his bright eyes are shining brightly.

Qin Song suspected for a moment that those eyes belonged to Lin Muan, purely based on intuition.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this, but Qin Song watched Lin Muan open his eyes and sit up.

"Brother Qin?" Lin Muan's voice was a little dry and hoarse, with a hint of dullness in his doubts.

"I'm here." Qin Song stood up and came to the bedside to sit down.

Lin Muan stared straight at Qin Song, then suddenly threw himself into Qin Song's arms, holding Qin Song tightly.

Qin Song froze for a moment, then reached out and patted Lin Muan's back gently.

"Having a nightmare?"

Lin Muan did not answer, and still hugged Qin Song tightly and did not let go. However, Qin Song then remembered that Lin Muan was not wearing a hearing aid and could not hear him.

Qin Song stroked Lin Muan's back, and when Lin Muan relaxed a little, he went to get Lin Muan's hearing aid.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Qin Song felt a little embarrassed, but still reached out and lifted the hair from Lin Muan's forehead and asked gently.

Lin Mu'an grabbed Qin Song's hand, rubbed his face against his palm.

"Brother Qin... hate... hate deaf people?" Lin Muan looked at Qin Song with some anxiety.

Qin Song felt that Lin Muan's actions and asking this question at the moment were strange. It gave him the illusion that Lin Muan liked him, and then Lin Muan hoped that he would not hate him.

"I don't hate it." Qin Song smiled, answered quite simply, and touched Lin Muan's head with his free hand.

"Really?" Lin Muan looked at Qin Song with doubtful eyes, and there was obvious disbelief in his tone.

"Really, I don't hate deaf people. Why do you think I hate deaf people?" Qin Song looked at Lin Mu'an with an indifferent expression, but his tone of voice was very gentle, as if he was comforting Lin Mu'an.

~~~Separating line~~~

【Think twice】