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

But the one who was most shocked was Imoxian, because they were both his patients. His patients were together, and one was very irritable and the other was very quiet. However, Imoxian didn't think so much and went in to give Gong Jiushao Got a shot.

After all, this was the time Lin Muan left for him. After the injection, he quickly exited. Anyway, running away is what he should do now.

Lin Mu'an didn't know when he and Gong Jiushao changed positions, but this position didn't make him more comfortable, because Gong Jiushao pulled his hair. Although it wasn't very painful, no one would pull his hair with a kiss.

"Brother Ninth." Lin Muan really didn't feel a headache, but why was there such a thing as saline? There was a cry in his voice.

He cried. Lin Muan never imagined that he cried. But now that he cried, he became even more lovable in Gong Jiushao's eyes, making people want to cherish him.

But this didn't last long. After the kiss, Gong Jiushao fell asleep just looking at his lips. Lin Muan reached out and touched his mouth. It still hurt a little when he touched it, but the blood was gone.

Lin Muan stood up, his legs felt a little weak, staggered, and left the study.

"No one else can touch him when he is unconscious. Go and get a thin blanket to cover him." Imoxian was waiting outside the study. When he saw Lin Mu'an coming out, he said briefly to Lin Mu'an.

"Okay." Lin Mu'an glanced at Imoxian and went to the room to get a blanket.

Even in the hot summer, he couldn't bear to sleep on the ground. If he could, Lin Mu'an would like to get something for Gong Jiushao, but he couldn't move Gong Jiushao.

Lin Mu'an entered the study and did not go out. He lay down next to Gong Jiushao. Seeing this, Imoxian could only wait for Gong Jiushao to wake up.

Lin Muan didn't know why he fell asleep. He originally just wanted to lie next to Gong Jiushao and wait for Gong Jiushao to wake up, but when he woke up, he was already in the bedroom.

When Gong Jiushao woke up, he saw Lin Muan sleeping on top of him, but he quickly remembered that he had just become ill and that he was now with Lin Muan.

Gong Jiushao hurriedly stood up and hugged Lin Muan. He saw that Lin Muan was sleeping soundly and his face was not bad. Except for a small wound on his lip, Lin Muan looked fine.

Gong Jiushao breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled.

"As long as it's not injured." Gong Jiushao's disease appeared after he turned eighteen. The injury he received when he was a child caused him to be like this, but he couldn't cure it.

Gong Jiushao carried Lin Muan back to the bedroom, covered him with a quilt and went downstairs. The TV in the living room was not turned off, and Imoxian was watching TV.

"Are you ready?" Imoxian turned to look at Gong Jiushao and found that Gong Jiushao's complexion was much better than before the illness.

"Yeah." Gong Jiushao actually thought about the hurt he suffered when he was a child, and he had already taken revenge on the person who bullied him. He would be very uncomfortable and even hit people when he became manic. He really didn't want to do this.

This disease tortures myself and others.

"Didn't you take your medicine on time?"

"After eating, I suddenly felt like that." Gong Jiushao poured a glass of water to drink. The cold water slid down his throat. He felt that his dry throat was much better.

"You still get sick after eating it. Could it be serious?" Imoxian opened the memo on his phone and recorded Gong Jiushao's symptoms.

"This time it doesn't seem to be as uncomfortable as after the previous attack." Gong Jiushao rubbed the center of his brow. Originally, he would still have severe pain in his head after the attack, and it would be easy for him to get sick again.

"Ha, don't think about what you did!" Imoxian sneered. He had no idea about Lin Mu'an, but Lin Mu'an was a patient he had treated for a long time, but this patient was bullied by another of his patients.

Gong Jiushao gave Yi Moxian a cold look and continued to drink water.

Imoxian ignored Gong Jiushao's cold eyes on him and didn't bother to say more.

"I think you can kiss him when you are sick. After all, you are in a much better condition now. It must not be due to other reasons." Imoxian paused for a moment, and seeing that Gong Jiushao had no intention of interrupting, he continued. : "First, if you get sick, it won't hurt him. Second, if you get sick, only he can get close to you. Third, please pay more attention to his condition."

"What's wrong, little boy?" Gong Jiushao stopped drinking water and looked at Imoxian.

"I don't know, the doctor's sixth sense, everything about him is too inconsistent, very strange." Imoxian glanced at Gong Jiushao, "I hope you can understand, it may be a bit similar to the last time, okay Okay, seeing that you’re okay, I’ll leave first.”

Gong Jiushao said nothing, thinking about Imoxian's words, because the situation last time was really scary.

"This." Imoxian walked to the entrance and took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and threw it to Gong Jiushao. "It has a powerful sleeping effect. You can talk to him and ask him to feed you if you get sick. If you want, Otherwise, this will happen again next time I come, and I will be embarrassed.”

Gong Jiushao hummed, watched Imoxian go out, and took a look at the medicine bottle.

After checking the time, he planned to go upstairs to see if Lin Muan was awake. If he went back to sleep, he was worried that Lin Muan would not be able to sleep at night.

Entering the bedroom, the person on the bed got under the quilt again. Gong Jiushao went over and pulled back the quilt. Lin Muan was suffocated in it, and his face was red.

"Little boy." Gong Jiushao leaned over and placed his hands on Lin Muan's side, calling Lin Muan gently.

Lin Mu'an moved, opened his eyes and looked at Gong Jiushao. He was confused for a moment, and then hugged Gong Jiushao.

"what happened?"

"Brother Jiu didn't hug me just now." Lin Muan buried himself in Gong Jiushao's neck and acted coquettishly.

"It's my fault." Gong Jiushao touched Lin Muan's back, "Does your lip hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, but Brother Ninth just pulled my hair." Lin Mu'an sounded a little complaining, and when he talked about pulling his hair, his tone turned into a grumble.

Gong Jiushao's hands froze, a little disbelieving. He didn't think he would really do anything to Lin Mu'an, but why did he pull Lin Mu'an's hair? Instant guilt.

"But it doesn't hurt, Brother Jiu, don't feel bad." Lin Mu'an smiled silently, and then looked at Gong Jiushao with a pure face.

"The doctor said that next time I get sick, you give me medicine." Gong Jiushao coughed dryly and showed Lin Muan the medicine Imoxian gave him.

Lin Muan took the medicine, looked at it, and agreed to Gong Jiushao.

Gong Jiushao looked at Lin Muan's lips. Although they were scabbed, they still looked kissable.

"Huh?" Lin Muan raised his eyes and looked at Gong Jiushao.

"Get up, I won't be able to sleep again tonight." Gong Jiushao tilted his head.

"it is good."

Lin Muan deliberately stepped over Gong Jiushao, with one movement, put on his slippers and smiled at Gong Jiushao.

"Let's go and watch TV." Lin Mu'an pulled Gong Jiushao.

"No, you've been looking at it for a long time." Gong Jiushao refused, determined not to let him look at it again.

"Huh? Then why should I get up?" Lin Muan was confused.

"Painting?" Gong Jiushao thought for a while and found that Lin Muan seemed to have no other activities besides painting and watching TV.