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

"Childish devil." Lin Muan stared directly at Qin Song.

Qin Song was stunned for a moment and burst into laughter.

"Well, I am a childish ghost, a childish ghost who only loves Xiao An." Qin Song loosened his strength and pressed on Lin Mu'an, and his cold laughter was very annoying.

"Yes." Lin Muan blushed and stretched out his arms to hug Qin Song. He touched Qin Song's back with his palms and smelled Qin Song's unique scent.

Qin Song always thought that Lin Muan's body smelled so good because of laundry detergent or fragrance beads, but he was so close to the bed that he didn't smell any special smell on the bed. Instead, Lin Muan seemed to be exuding fragrance like flowers.

"Xiao An smells so good." Qin Song buried his face in Lin Muan's neck and sniffed gently.

"Yeah." Lin Muan's neck started to turn red when he was told this.

Qin Song got up without daring to hug Lin Mu'an. Looking at Lin Mu'an lying in a slightly messy state, Qin Song's throat rolled.

Lin Mu'an took a moment to get up, and naturally noticed Qin Song's little moves.

Qin Song stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Muan up. Lin Muan took Qin Song around the house. Of course, there were some places that Qin Song was not allowed to go to, and Lin Muan even locked them.

"Can't you sleep with Xiao An?" Qin Song looked at Lin Mu'an, and then glanced at the room Lin Mu'an pointed to.

"Yes, yes, but...but...I..." Lin Mu'an stammered and couldn't come up with a reason, and his face turned red.

"Huh? Isn't it inconvenient?" Qin Song grabbed Lin Muan's hand and looked at him pitifully.

"No... no, I'm sleeping. I'm sleeping at home... without pajamas." Lin Muan didn't dare to look at Qin Song as he spoke, and his voice became softer at the end.

"This isn't...what?" Qin Song felt that it wasn't what he thought, and was a little surprised.

Lin Muan hummed in a low voice and said nothing more.

When going to bed at night, Qin Song still chose to sleep with Lin Muan, but it was quite painful. After enduring it, he fell asleep. Lin Muan slept soundly and didn't feel anything big.

When Lin Muan got up based on his biological clock, Qin Song was still sleeping.

It can be seen that Qin Song didn't sleep well before, and there was often a faint cyan color under his eyes, but now he is sleeping so soundly that Lin Mu'an doesn't even feel it when he wakes up.

The curtains with good light-blocking properties made Qin Song's features look much softer. Qin Song's bones were very tough. Lin Mu'an didn't understand why so many people wanted to make unspoken rules for Qin Song.

He is 1.93 meters tall, and his muscular lines look very explosive. However, Qin Song is the type that looks thin when he is wearing clothes, but looks fat when he is undressed. His temperament is not like the one below. Lin Muan doesn't understand what those people think.

A plump and round forehead, eyebrows of suitable thickness, long and slightly raised eyelashes, a high bridge of nose, and thin, tightly closed lips that look very kissable.

Lin Mu'an watched for a while and then went downstairs. The housekeeping aunt would come to clean the house at a fixed time, and Lin Mu'an would basically do the cooking by himself.

Qin Song slept uneasily. He had a dream. The dream was presented from a third perspective. There were only two children in the dream. The child whose face Qin Song could see clearly was his own.

He seemed to be talking to another child and smiled happily.

The child's head rested on his shoulder, and he smiled lovingly, holding the child's hand and squeezing and playing with it. The child's face was unclear, but his amber eyes were very eye-catching.

Clean, pure and brilliant.

"Brother, what if one day we can't see each other?" The child's voice was clean, lively and simple.

"Then I will become a star. Stars can appear on TV, so that when the little boy sees me, he can come to me." He smiled happily and said this to the child.

The child was very happy to hear what he said and even acted like a baby to him.

"But I still don't want to be separated from my brother. I want to stay with him all the time." The child hugged his arm and his voice sounded sweet.

"Then we will never be separated for the rest of our lives. I will always be with Xiaoguai."

Qin Song woke up in a daze, and the last thing he remembered was this sentence. When he came back to his senses, he found that there was no one around him, only the huge pumpkin pillow facing him.

After getting up, dressing and washing, he went downstairs and found no one in the living room. Hearing the noise in the kitchen, Qin Song went to the kitchen.

Lin Mu'an wore a loose, low bun that looked like it was tied casually, with black hair and a fair neck. He was wearing a white shirt, casual suit pants, and an apron string around his waist.

Qin Song didn't say anything, but walked behind Lin Mu'an and hugged his waist. Lin Mu'an happened to reach out and tuck his hair behind his ears at this time. Qin Song's actions frightened him.

"Xiao An, I had a dream." Qin Song lowered his head and pressed his lips to Lin Muan's neck, rubbing it gently and touching Lin Muan's waist.

"What did you dream about, brother?" It would be fine if Lin Mu'an calmed down. His whole body was wrapped in Qin Song's aura, which made him a little soft-hearted.

"I had a car accident before, and I don't really remember what happened before, but I seem to be dreaming about what happened when I was a child." From Qin Song's angle, he could see Lin Muan's hands, and of course he could also see some things below his neck.

"Yeah." Lin Muan's hand froze for a moment and he continued to flip the food in the pot.

"I dreamed that I made a promise with a child when I was a child. The child's eyes looked like Xiao An." Qin Song rubbed Lin Muan's shoulder with his teeth. "Maybe that person was Xiao An. Did Xiao An know me before?"

Lin Muan trembled, and a numbing feeling spread from his shoulders down his spine to his waist.

"I don't know." Lin Mu'an replied vaguely, "Brother, let go first. I want to scoop out the vegetables."

Seeing that Lin Muan was avoiding the topic, Qin Song glanced at the room where Lin Muan was locked, and began to have doubts in his heart.

"Brother, can you help me carry it?" Lin Muan held the plate.

"Next time, Xiao An, just give it to me without asking." Qin Song took the plate from Lin Muan's hand.

"Okay." Lin Mu'an turned around and scooped out the porridge.

Qin Song went out with the dishes, and when he arrived at the dining table, he realized that there were several more dishes, but these dishes seemed to be to his liking, because he probably knew what kind of food Lin Muan couldn't eat, and the dishes on the table were There is something he can't eat.

Lin Mu'an couldn't eat spicy food. It wasn't because he was allergic to spicy food, it was just that he couldn't eat it.

When we were on the program set, Grandma Lu didn't know that she made spicy food and Lin Mu'an ate some of it. Lin Jiangwan tried to persuade him not to eat it, but it was useless. In the end, the spicy food made his mouth swollen, and even drinking water didn't help.

This made Qin Song even more suspicious, but he didn't ask anything during the meal and paid more attention to Lin Muan's movements.

"Brother, why have you been looking at me since just now?" Lin Muan bit his chopsticks and looked at Qin Song.

"Xiao An looks good, I like watching it." Qin Song said with a smile.

Lin Mu'an blushed, muttered something informal in a low voice, and gave Qin Song a chopstick to eat.