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

"If you want to say something, just tell me. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. As long as it's not about betraying me, I usually won't be angry." Lin Mu'an twisted a strand of Yang Mo's hair around his finger.

"Tell your highness after we get married. Although it's not a big deal, if your highness gets married because of this disagreement, I will be very sad."

"Are you? Sad? Are you worried about your official position? Or are you greedy for my body?" Lin Mu'an raised his head and looked at Yang Moxian with disbelief.

"Both of them, but it's because I like His Highness." Yang Mo looked at Lin Mu'an with a smile.

Lin Muan frowned and pouted, expressing disbelief.

When Yang Moxian saw someone pouting, he subconsciously moved closer and kissed him.

"What are you doing? Just keep talking. Why are you kissing me?" Lin Mu'an held Yang Mo's face with both hands and looked at him fiercely.

"Your Highness is like this, I can't help it." Yang Moxian stared into Lin Muan's eyes, feeling sincere and indescribable.

"What does this look like? What are you thinking about?" Lin Muan squinted at Yang Moxian and rubbed his face with both hands.

"I am thinking of Your Highness." Yang Moxian reached out and touched Lin Muan's hand.

"What did you secretly study behind my back today? Why do you always talk in the same way?" Lin Mu'an didn't dare to look directly at such a scorching gaze and planned to take back his hand.

But he refused to go back. Yang Moxian grabbed his hand, turned his head and kissed his palm. His eyebrows were deep and his eyelashes were slightly raised. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were drawing him like a string.

Lin Mu'an didn't know if it was because Yang Moxian's body temperature was too high or something else. At this moment, he felt that Yang Moxian's hands were so hot, and so were his lips, which felt a little burnt as hot as his own.

"I haven't learned anything. I just want to treat His Highness the way I want to. Don't His Highness like it?" Yang Moxian's voice was deep and seductive, but you could hear his nervousness.

It was as if he was afraid of saying he didn't like it.

"If you don't like it, I should kick you out." Lin Muan's earlobes were reddish and pink, and he said vaguely.

"I know." Yang Moxian let go of Lin Mu'an's hand and moved closer to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an looked at him without blinking. Yang Mo kissed Lin Mu'an in the mouth, his eyes seemed to ask if he could continue. Lin Mu'an did not answer, and his actions proved everything.

In order to facilitate travel, the carriage Lin Muan took was a little small, so the interior of the carriage was also a little small. It was not that hot or cold in autumn, but in order to take care of Lin Muan's health, a small basin of charcoal fire was placed inside.

It was already a little warm, and coupled with the intimacy between the two, the temperature inside the carriage gradually increased.

"Let go, it's a little hot." Lin Mu'an tilted his head back, avoiding the kiss, and reached out to push Yang Mo's mouth.

But the kiss fell on his neck, and Lin Muan trembled uncontrollably.

"Your Highness..." Yang Moxian's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with cold light, as if he was about to dismantle the person and insert him into his belly, which was exactly the same as last night.

"Calm down, we are on the carriage now." Lin Mu'an's voice was also a little hoarse, with a little smile, "I know you really want it, but don't think about it yet, hold it back."

"Your Highness." Yang Moxian buried his face in Lin Mu'an's neck, and the hot breath he breathed seemed to burn Lin Mu'an's skin through.

"Calm down." Of course Lin Muan knew how he felt when he was about to shoot an arrow but was told to stop, but now was really not the time.

Lin Muan touched Yang Moqian's back.

"Your Highness, if you touch me again, I may not be able to calm down." Yang Mo moved, slightly raising his head to look at Lin Muan, his arms tightly wrapped around Lin Muan's waist.

"Okay." Lin Muan stopped his hand awkwardly and put it on his shoulder casually.

Yang Moxian buried his face again, and every breath made Lin Muan's tailbone numb.

I don't know how long he maintained this action, but Lin Muan's body became weak.

"Your Highness has arrived."

Bai Lu finally spoke out, and Lin Mu'an reached out and pushed Yang Mo's title.

"We're here, get up." Lin Muan's voice was hoarse, and the force of his push was a little soft.

Yang Mo turned his head and kissed Lin Muan's neck.

"Your Highness, can you get up?" Yang Moxian's voice sounded much better than before.

"What do you think?" Lin Mu'an rolled his eyes at Yang Moxian.

Yang Mo rubbed Lin Muan's neck without saying a word, carried him to a position near the door of the car, put him down, and got out of the carriage first.

"Your Highness." Yang Mo opened the curtain and reached out to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an's cheeks were slightly red, his ears were hot, and he unnaturally stretched his hand towards Yang Mo.

Yang Moxian immediately hugged him, and Lin Mu'an shrank his face uncomfortably into Yang Moxian's arms.

The carriage did not stop outside the main gate, but entered the house through the small door, but more or less there would be some servants. Although they lowered their heads, Lin Muan still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Your Highness." Yang Moxian suddenly called Lin Muan halfway.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mu'an looked at Yang Moxian doubtfully.

"Can I eat your Highness first before eating?" Yang Moxian looked at Lin Mu'an seriously.

What he said was so serious that Lin Muan didn't react. What does it mean to eat him first and then eat?

"Isn't it possible?" Seeing Lin Mu'an stunned, Yang Moxian thought he disagreed.

"No, it's daytime now." Lin Muan was a little in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this was what Yang Moxian could say.

"Your Highness, although I am a young minister, I am in the Ministry of War, and I am not a scholar." Yang Moxian said word by word, looking at Lin Muan with a smile in his eyes.

The scene changed with one step. Lin Muan didn't even have time to ask him to stop, and the door was closed by him.

"No... no, calm down first, I... what happened last night, it won't work! No!" Lin Mu'an stretched out his hand to push Yang Mo Qian's face, and he was scared just thinking about it.

He was afraid that he would die in bed, this man was too energetic.

"No, it won't be like last night." Yang Moxian hugged the person and sat down, holding his hand. "Considering His Highness's health and the meal, I won't do that. Don't worry, Your Highness."

Lin Muan didn't believe it and looked at him with a look of rejection.

"Your Highness, I really feel bad." Yang Moxian leaned his face on Lin Muan's shoulder and said pitifully.

"If you don't keep your word, you won't be able to sleep with me for a month." Lin Mu'an softened and said sternly, shyly.

"Okay, I will definitely keep my word." Yang Mo held the person under him.

Yang Moxian did keep his word, but Lin Muan really felt a different experience, which made him want to kick Yang Moxian out of bed.

"Are you ready?" Lin Muan's voice was trembling.

"Your Highness, don't worry." Yang Mo held Lin Muan's waist.

Lin Muan just wanted to complain. He was not in a hurry, but he was hungry. This man was full of energy and kept fighting.

After waiting, Lin Muan was already hungry and his chest was touching his back.

~~~Separating line~~~

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