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

As for why Yang Moxian said so? Because Lin Muan was ill once before, Yang Moxian was so frightened that he didn't dare to leave Lin Muan for half a month.

But in fact, Lin Mu'an's illness was almost cured in two or three days. It was just a slight cold. Yang Mo was worried about it for half a month, crying and talking about being afraid of losing him, without any relief in his movements.

In those days, Lin Mu'an almost couldn't help but cut off Yang Mo's penis. Finally, he kicked him off the bed and scolded him severely before ending Yang Mo's ridiculous behavior.

There was a cold war for a few days, but of course it was Lin Muan who unilaterally snubbed Yang Moxian. Yang Moxian was so shameless that he didn't feel that he was being left out, and stayed with him passionately every day.

No matter how hard the ice is, it will be melted by the hot sunshine, not to mention that Lin Muan is prone to be soft-hearted towards Yang Moqian.

Only a day or two after the Cold War started, Lin Muan raised the white flag.

"It's starting to snow again." Lin Muan stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake. The snowflake quickly melted in his palm, leaving only a drop of water.

"Your Highness." Yang Moxian frowned and looked at Lin Mu'an and said firmly.

Lin Muan smiled and took his hand back obediently.

"I know, I know." Lin Muan was frightened when he saw that he looked like he was about to throw herself into bed.

There was already a thin layer of snow on the ground, and it made a crunching sound when stepping on it. It sounded crunchy, and Lin Muan felt a little sleepy for some reason.

Mainly because Yang Moxian's arms were warm and the sounds around him sounded hypnotic, but it might also be because he had just taken medicine and was a little sleepy.

"Your Highness, go to sleep if you are sleepy. I will always be by your side." Yang Mo kissed Lin Muan's forehead and said warmly.

"Okay, you can't leave." Lin Mu'an put his hands around Yang Mo's neck, rubbed his face against his neck, and spoke in a soft tone.

Yang Moxian's heart softened, his lips curled up into a slight smile, and he responded softly.

Lin Mu'an woke up a little confused after sleeping. The room was dark and quiet. If he hadn't smelled the faint smell of green bamboo on Yang Moxian, he would have thought that he was the only one left in the world.

The originally lonely heart only feels alive when it feels the presence of another person.

Lin Mu'an leaned into Yang Mo's arms, found a comfortable position, breathed a long sigh of relief, and buried her face in his chest.

"Your Highness is so enthusiastic. Aren't you afraid of what I will do?" Yang Moqian squeezed Lin Muan's waist with his hand and said with a chuckle.

Lin Mu'an didn't say anything and just moaned in Yang Mo's arms for a while.

Yang Mo let him go. Anyway, he liked Lin Mu'an like this.

Lin Mu'an got up and lay on Yang Moxian, holding his face with his hands and looking at Yang Moxian.

"It's snowing, can you play with me in the snow?" Lin Mu'an smiled brightly, like the only ray of light in the endless darkness.

Yang Moxian looked at Lin Mu'an blankly. It was the first time he saw Lin Mu'an smiling so happily, and he reached out and touched the corner of his lips.

Lin Mu'an felt itchy at the corners of his lips. Yang Mo's hands were not as delicate as those of a scholar. He had worked as a carpenter and practiced martial arts, so his hands had a thin layer of calluses.

Yang Moxian lowered his eyes and stared at Lin Muan's lips. Lin Muan looked at Yang Moxian doubtfully and opened his mouth to say something, but Yang Moxian's fingers made direct contact with his teeth.

"I also want to play in the snow with His Highness, but I'm afraid that's not possible now." Yang Moxian raised his eyes and looked at Lin Mu'an, his dark eyes shining with a strange light.

"Huh?" Lin Mu'an really just wanted to play in the snow. How could this person be so intolerant of teasing?

Yang Moxian didn't give him a chance to ask. There were only shadows and small words in the dim room.

Lin Mu'an really didn't want to wake up, but he was so thirsty. In a daze, he chose to kick Yang Moqian, but he didn't seem to hit him, and he felt inexplicably unhappy.

"Want some water?"

Yang Moxian's voice came not from the side, but from above his head. Lin Muan squinted his eyes slightly and realized that Yang Moxian was sitting beside the bed.

"Yeah." Lin Muan's throat was about to smoke, and it hurt even to speak.

"Then wait, Your Highness." Yang Moxian touched Lin Muan's head.

Lin Mu'an opened his eyes and looked at Yang Moxian, and found that he was only wearing an undershirt, with a large piece of his chest exposed. Fortunately, there was a charcoal basin in the room, otherwise he would have died of the cold.

When Yang Moxian saw Lin Mu'an looking at him, he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Lin Mu'an woke up and wasn't too sleepy anymore, so he just stared at him with his chin propped up.

Yang Mo poured some water and handed it to Lin Muan's lips, intending to feed him a drink.

"I'll do it myself. If my waist is sore, rub it." Lin Muan smiled and took the cup in his hand, pointing to his waist.

Yang Moxian obediently rubbed Lin Muan's waist.

"Let's leave when Xiaohan turns sixteen." Lin Mu'an took a sip of water and handed the cup to Yang Mo.

Yang Mo took the cup and nodded slightly.

Xiao Han's full name is Xiao Han, and he is a child of a branch of the Xiao family. However, his mother is unknown and his father died on the battlefield. It is not easy for him to survive without relying on the big family.

Xiao Ye got lost when he came to find Lin Muan, and happened to meet Xiao Han. Xiao Han helped Xiao Ye. In order to thank Xiao Han, Xiao Ye asked for his name and wrote it down.

"Brother Xian, haven't you thought about where we will go in the future?" Lin Mu'an asked curiously.

"I still say the same thing, I will go wherever Your Highness goes. Wherever Your Highness is, I am home." Yang Moxian poured a glass of water again, but this time Lin Muan did not take it and let him feed him.

"You have such a sweet mouth, are you eating honey?" Lin Muan finished drinking the water and looked at Yang Moxian with amusement.

Yang Moxian leaned over and kissed Lin Mu'an on the lips, and replied with a smile: "Yes, I ate your highness's piece of honey."

"Boss has grown up and is still in shape." Lin Muan stretched out his hand and pinched Yang Moqian's waist.

"Only for His Highness." Yang Moxian showed his shamelessness again.

To be honest, this kind of conversation has happened from time to time over the past few years, but Yang Moxian doesn't feel tired of it at all, and the same goes for Lin Mu'an.

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

"It's not yet dawn, let's sleep a little longer." Yang Moxian reached out and touched Lin Muan's face.

"I'm not very sleepy anymore. I can't play in the snow. Please carry me out to see the sky." Lin Mu'an said and was about to get up, but after a moment of movement, he wilted.

"Your Highness, it's cold outside." Yang Moxian frowned and disagreed.

Lin Mu'an said nothing and looked at Yang Moxian aggrievedly. His expression seemed to make Yang Moxian feel guilty if he asked who made him unable to play in the snow.

"Okay, but you need to wear more clothes." Yang Mo turned his head, not daring to look directly at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an smiled successfully and stretched out his hand for Yang Mo to hug him.

"Wait a minute." Yang Mo stood up and went to the closet to pick out clothes for him.

When he picked it out and put it on Lin Muan, Lin Muan had already formed a ball.

Lin Muan looked at Yang Moxian speechlessly. Yang Moxian had an expression on his face, which made Lin Muan angry and helpless.