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

Yan Shiji leaned forward slightly, Lin Muan subconsciously turned his head and brushed his lips against Yan Shiji's cheek.

Yan Shiji was stunned for a moment.

Lin Muan looked straight at Yan Shiji's face and didn't even notice that his lips brushed against Yan Shiji's face.

"There seems to be no gouache on your face. Are you really that white?" Lin Muan stretched out his hand curiously.

Yan Shiji held Lin Muan's wrist, smiled, and put away the coldness in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, embroider slowly, I still have to approve the memorial." Yan Shiji glanced at Lin Muan's hand, let go of his hand, stood up and walked away.

Lin Muan glanced at his wrist, rubbed it gently, and pulled up his sleeves to cover it.

Yan Shiji was stronger this time than last time. Although Lin Muan tried his best to ignore the pain in his wrist, his hand holding the needle was unstable and he accidentally pricked his finger.

Lin Mu'an stared blankly at his fingers. Blood dripped onto the embroidered fabric and gradually stained it.

"Miaoyi..."

"Yan Shiji, I want a wonderful instrument." Lin Muan stood up as soon as the floor was brushed, and his embroidery needles fell to the ground.

"Miaoyi hasn't returned yet, she's still with the Queen Mother." Yan Shiji raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan stared at his fingers, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Yan Shiji saw him standing in a daze, so he got up and went over to take a look, and found blood on Lin Muan's fingers. He was a little confused when he saw that his face turned pale.

"Does this bit of blood scare you?" Yan Shiji smiled and held Lin Muan's wrist, intending to pick it up and take a look.

"It hurts." Lin Mu'an looked up at Yan Shiji, the corners of his eyes turned red, and he winced and twitched his hand.

Yan Shiji's heart skipped a beat and he reached out to cover Lin Muan's eyes.

Lin Mu'an didn't understand why he covered his eyes. He just wanted to pull his hand back. His wrist hurt.

"It hurts!" Lin Muan used his other hand to pry Yan Shiji's hand, but Yan Shiji's grip tightened.

Yan Shiji withdrew his hand and stared at Lin Muan's face, until he cried, he relaxed a little.

Looking down, Lin Muan's wrists were blue and purple from his grip.

Lin Muan stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, staring at his wrist while crying.

"It hurts..." Lin Muan looked at Yan Shiji with red eyes.

"Squeamish." Yan Shiji had no expression on his face and pulled Lin Mu'an to sit down and go get the medicine.

Yan Shiji didn't know why he wanted to see Lin Mu'an cry, but he didn't feel comfortable after watching it. Instead, he felt a little blocked.

Lin Mu'an burst into tears, and he didn't dare to touch his wrist, which was so blue that it was scary.

Yan Shiji reached out to take Lin Mu'an's hand, which made Lin Mu'an shrink back in fright, but he did not dare to completely retract and stared at Yan Shiji's hand.

Yan Shiji didn't look into Lin Muan's eyes, took out the ointment and put it on, then reached out and touched Lin Muan's wrist.

Lin Mu'an felt pain and stared at Yan Shiji crying.

The mixture of bruises and bruises looked quite scary.

However, Yan Shiji really didn't expect that he just squeezed his wrist hard, and his wrist became like this, as if he had hit him.

Yan Shiji said nothing and carefully applied ointment to Lin Muan.

Lin Muan stared at his wrist, fearing that Yan Shiji would use too much force again. Fortunately, Yan Shiji didn't touch his wrist when applying the medicine. Apart from feeling a little itchy, there was no other big feeling.

"How come your Majesty is so squeamish?" Yan Shiji had no doubts, but affirmation.

Although his tone was still cold, there was a trace of concern in it.

"Don't be squeamish, it hurts." Lin Muan pursed his lips, refusing to admit that he was squeamish.

He is not squeamish, his physique is like this, he can't help it, and Yan Shiji has used a lot of effort, so it is normal for him to turn red or purple.

Yan Shiji smiled and glanced at Lin Muan. Seeing his red eyes, he really wanted to pluck Lin Muan's eyes out.

The amber eyes are so clean and pure that you want to destroy them just by looking at them.

Yan Shiji is a dark person. He hates all purity and beauty, and he will destroy what he can't get.

"Squeamish." Yan Shiji looked at Lin Mu'an expressionlessly.

Lin Mu'an pursed his lips and withdrew his hand, not wanting to pay attention to Yan Shiji.

"You still have a temper?" Yan Shiji picked up Lin Mu'an.

The sudden weightlessness frightened Lin Muan, and he quickly put his arms around Yan Shiji's neck.

As he got closer, Yan Shiji suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, like the smell of some kind of fruit, but he couldn't remember what kind of fruit it was.

Lin Mu'an breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he was just being picked up, and slowly retracted his hand.

Yan Shiji saw that he was about to take back his hand and suddenly let go.

Lin Muan was really frightened this time. His legs were sandwiched around Yan Shiji's waist, and his arms were tightly holding Yan Shiji's neck.

Yan Shiji put his face to Lin Mu'an's neck and smelled it carefully, confirming that the scent came from Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan was just too scared and didn't pay attention to Yan Shiji's movements.

"I...you..." Lin Muan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't express it. He just felt that this was wrong.

"What?" Yan Shiji held Lin Muan's buttocks with his hand and squeezed it with narrowed eyes.

Lin Muan's face turned red, but he didn't know what to say. He was really about to cry.

Yan Shiji narrowed his eyes and smiled, then squeezed again as if nothing had happened.

He simply likes to bully Lin Muan. He didn't find it fun before, but now he finds it fun.

Lin Muan stared at Yan Shiji with a red face.

"Don't cry, I will bully you even more if you don't give in." Yan Shiji smiled and reached out to touch Lin Muan's face.

Lin Muan's face was white, tender and warm, and Yan Shiji couldn't help but pinch it.

Lin Muan stared, not daring to cry.

"The blood on the fingers is gone, and the injury on the wrist will be better in a while. I will give your Majesty the medicine in the evening. Does your Majesty understand what I mean?" Yan Shiji hugged Lin Muan and sat down, his eyes full of smiles. There is a hint of threat in it.

"Know?" Lin Mu'an didn't know whether he knew or not, and he didn't know much about Yan Shiji.

He felt that Yan Shiji wanted him to hide the injury from Jing Miaoyi, but he was not sure if that was the case.

"That's what His Majesty wants." Yan Shiji could see what Lin Mu'an was thinking, so he directly confirmed his idea.

Lin Muan pursed his lips. He had no intention of letting Jing Miaoyi know.

Otherwise, Jing Miaoyi would be worried and her mother would be worried too. It would be bad for everyone to cause trouble for Yan Shiji.

Yan Shiji carried Lin Mu'an to approve the memorial. Lin Mu'an was bored and didn't want to read the memorial, so he simply started embroidering again.

Lin Muan looked at the spot stained with his own blood and thought about embroidering a butterfly on it.

After embroidering it, he had to wash it. Now it looked uncomfortable, so he had to embroider a butterfly.

Yan Shiji saw him embroidering seriously, so he got closer and smelled the scent of Lin Mu'an.

It seems to be confirming what kind of fragrance it is.

Lin Muan felt a little itchy on his neck, so he touched it and continued to embroider.

Yan Shiji stared at his neck and smiled.

~~~Separating line~~~

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