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

Wen Song looked at Lin Muan in the faint light, reached out and brushed away the hair that fell on Lin Muan's eyebrows, and stared straight at Lin Muan.

Lin Muan didn't know what to say, so he buried his face in the pumpkin pillow.

"Don't be bored." Wen Song pulled down the pumpkin and looked at Lin Mu'an's rosy cheeks, "If you don't want to say anything, just say it and go to sleep."

"Yeah." Lin Muan blinked and stared at the pumpkin in his hand.

"Close your eyes and sleep." Wen Song saw that his eyes were open and reached out to poke his face.

Lin Mu'an closed his eyes to sleep, then opened his eyes and looked at Wen Song quietly.

Wen Song looked at Lin Muan with a smile and moved closer.

"Bad kids."

Lin Muan pouted and rubbed his face against the pumpkin in his arms.

"Want to listen to a story?" Wen Song said in a soft voice and reached out to touch Lin Muan's face.

"I don't know." Lin Muan looked at Wen Song and stared into his eyes.

Wen Song thought for a while and then talked about a book he had read casually and gave some general content.

Lin Muan really felt sleepy after listening to a few sentences and yawned a few times.

Wen Song looked at him, Lin Muan looked drowsy, and unconsciously crawled into Wen Song's arms.

Wen Song was stunned for a moment, stretched out his arms to hug Lin Muan, and continued to tell the story, but his voice became softer.

Lin Muan fell asleep listening to it.

Wen Song glanced at Lin Muan and stared at his somewhat loose collar.

He kept looking at Lin Mu'an. Lin Mu'an was really sleeping soundly, and his movements were a little big, and his sleeves slipped down a little.

Wen Song saw the scars on his arms, the deep and shallow scars, which were very shocking.

"What made you do this?" Wen Song said to himself in confusion.

Wen Song reached out and gently touched the scar on Lin Muan's wrist. Lin Muan frowned and hugged the pumpkin tightly in his arms.

This way he couldn't see the scars on Lin Muan's wrist, but he was even more curious about Lin Muan.

However, he didn't hold on to this matter all the time. He let it take its course and he would find out later.

Early the next morning, Lin Muan woke up and found himself in Wen Song's arms, which made him freeze with fear.

Lin Mu'an quietly raised his head to look at Wen Song and found that he had his eyes closed. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly moved out of Wen Song's arms.

Halfway through, he was hugged around his waist.

"So scared?" Wen Song opened his eyes and looked at Lin Muan.

"No, I remembered. I won't disturb your sleep." Lin Muan looked at Wen Song and put his hand between the two of them.

"Okay." Wen Song let go of Lin Mu'an, lay down and looked at him, his eyes scanning his wrist.

Lin Mu'an only focused on getting up and didn't pay attention to Wen Song's gaze. He went upstairs with the pumpkin pillow, washed and changed clothes and came down.

Wen Song also got up and changed his clothes.

"Eating out?" Wen Song buttoned up his cufflinks and glanced at Lin Mu'an.

"Eat at home, I'll prepare it." Lin Mu'an glanced at Wen Song and went to the kitchen.

"You know how to do it?" Wen Song looked at Lin Mu'an curiously.

"Otherwise you would?" Lin Mu'an looked at Wen Song speechlessly.

Wen Song touched the tip of his nose. He really didn't know how to cook.

Usually he just settles things outside, and his aunt cooks when he comes home. If he is a little busy at work, he will skip meals. Recently, he has eaten regularly after being with Lin Muan.

Lin Mu'an made breakfast, and Wen Song followed suit, mainly because he only knew this.

Wen Song couldn't understand it, but Lin Mu'an seemed to be really good at cooking.

Lin Mu'an cooked porridge and paired it with seasonal vegetable spring rolls and some side dishes. Just smelling it tasted better than what was sold outside.

Wen Song stared at Lin Mu'an's hands and really didn't understand why there was such a big difference between the same hands.

"You can eat." Lin Muan glanced at Wen Song, who had been staring at his hand, and shrank his hand unnaturally.

"Okay." Wen Song smiled and helped serve the dishes.

After he left the kitchen, Lin Muan reached out and rubbed his sleeves.

We arranged to have breakfast together. After breakfast, Wen Song went to work.

Lin Mu'an worked at home, but in the next few days, Wen Song came to Lin Mu'an's house to have dinner, but Wen Song bought ingredients.

Because Wen Song came here often, Lin Muan replaced the bed in the living room with a sofa. After all, sitting on the bed really felt strange.

Cheng Shuo called him and asked him to go to the beach the day after tomorrow, and Lin Muan agreed.

Pack your things and get ready to go out and play.

On that day, Wen Song came to pick him up because Wen Song also wanted to play.

Cheng Shuo also made appointments with other friends. Lin Muan knew about it, but he didn't go over to play with them.

While Cheng Shuo was surfing, Lin Muan was sitting under an umbrella on the beach watching the playful crowd.

"Come out to play, but you are sitting here in a daze." Wen Song touched Lin Muan's face with an ice coke.

Lin Muan looked back and took the ice Coke.

Wensong was wearing a very fancy top, unbuttoned, and his eight-pack abs were exposed, and his lower body was also in fancy pants.

According to Wen Song, this is to avoid being asked for contact information.

His floral clothes really gave off a sense of romance, and coupled with his sunglasses, he looked even more like this.

"It's too hot now." Lin Mu'an opened the iced Coke and took a sip.

"You said it's hot, but you're still wearing long sleeves?" Wen Song smiled and glanced at Lin Mu'an's clothes, looked forward, and raised his sunglasses to the top of his head.

Lin Muan didn't say anything and smiled.

The two of them stared at the endless sea, where many people were playing and playing, including Cheng Shuo.

Cheng Shuo had a great time and waved to Lin Muan.

Lin Muan also waved his hand to express that he saw it.

Wen Song glanced at Lin Muan.

"How did you and Cheng Shuo meet?" Wen Song was a little curious.

How could a person like Cheng Shuo, who likes to socialize very much, meet Lin Muan, who dislikes socializing very much, and become friends?

"We met at the beginning of college." Lin Muan glanced at Wen Song.

"I'm talking about the process of getting to know each other." Wen Song smiled.

"That's how we met. What do you want me to do if I know so clearly?" Lin Mu'an took a sip of coke and stared at Wen Song.

"Just asking." Wen Song looked at Lin Mu'an and smiled at him.

Lin Muan pouted and blushed a little.

Mainly because I heard that I didn't wear good clothes.

Lin Muan quietly glanced at Wen Song's abdominal muscles and then looked at his own belly. It really felt unfair.

Every time I have no muscles, my stomach is flat, no abdominal muscles, but I have vest lines.

Wen Song glanced at Lin Muan and had already noticed his little moves.

Seeing him looking at her abdominal muscles, she exposed them directly. It was quite fun to tease Lin Muan.

Lin Muan didn't dare to look anymore, he was afraid that he would get a nosebleed.

Although the beach was full of women wearing bikinis or men with exposed abdominal muscles, he felt this way about Wen Song, so it was best not to look at them.

Wen Song felt that he stopped watching and didn't understand what was wrong, but he always teased Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan was annoyed by him and moved farther away from him.