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

In the dark room, the boy suddenly sat up from the bed, as if he had a nightmare. He breathed heavily. The surroundings were so quiet that the boy felt that his breathing was noisy.

Lin Muan opened his eyes but could not see anything. He thought the light was not turned on, so he subconsciously looked to his side to fumble for the light switch.

"Da Da is now blind."

Lin Muan's extended hand paused, and he retracted it with a slight trembling.

"Give me the plot."

"Okay."

The plot quickly came to Lin Muan's mind, but this plot made Lin Muan feel confused.

There are so many people involved.

The plot is about two male protagonists, but the original one is just a cannon fodder.

He was originally the young master of the Lin family in Xiaocheng, but there was more than one young master in the Lin family.

The leader of the Lin family has seven sons and five daughters. The blind young master is the least prominent among them, but the young master is the most famous for his bad temper and angelic face.

The original mother was a barmaid who died when the original mother was born. Although the identity of the original mother was not good, the leaders of the Lin family did not allow their blood to flow outside, so the brothers and sisters in the family were all half-mothers. .

The person in power can tolerate the original person's violent temper, as long as the original person does not go too far. After all, the original person's eyes were lost because of him.

The original person was only ten years old at the time. When someone in power was assassinated, the original person blocked it without thinking. His optic nerve was damaged and he was blind. Although there was a possibility of recovery, the hope was slim.

After the original person became blind, his temper was not bad at first, but it gradually became very bad. Because he couldn't see, he often beat and scolded the maids. The maids in the family were changed one after another, and the people in power were all I lost my temper.

In the end, it was easier to find a housekeeper. Although he was a housekeeper, he only cared about the original person.

The butler was only twenty-six, quite young, but he had never met the butler before, so Lin Muan didn't know what the butler looked like.

"Young Master, are you awake?" The man's voice was a bit low-pitched, but also cold and magnetic.

Lin Muan's dull amber eyes stared forward, his ears tilted toward the source of the sound.

The man was a little puzzled by the young master's quietness. If it had been in the past, the young master would have lost his temper long ago. Now he was greeted by the young master's goose down pillow.

"Get out." Lin Muan's voice was hoarse, his brows were furrowed, and his tone was full of impatience.

Song Boqin listened to what Lin Muan said, but did not go out.

The young master's temper is hard to predict. Now he wants to get out. The next time he gets out, he will be called in again, so he simply stands still and doesn't move.

Lin Muan could feel the second presence in the room, but he was still extremely irritable.

"Come here." Lin Muan looked at where Song Boqin was standing, but still couldn't see him.

Seeing Lin Muan staring at him with dull eyes, Song Boqin smiled and walked towards him.

"Young Master." Song Boqin stood beside the bed, leaning over slightly and shouting.

"Sit down." Lin Muan frowned. Although he couldn't see it, he didn't like to look up.

Song Boqin sat down as he said and waited for the young master to speak next.

Lin Muan reached out and groped around and touched Song Boqin's arm. Song Boqin made no other movements and allowed Lin Muan to touch it.

Lin Mu'an touched Song Boqin's face, pinched and pinched it, and even pulled it.

"What do you look like?" Lin Mu'an wanted to get closer to Song Boqin. He lifted the quilt and knelt down, touching Song Boqin's face.

"Why are you so curious about what I look like, young master?" Song Boqin was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he quickly pulled the quilt over him.

"You only need to answer, no questions needed." Lin Muan stared at Song Boqin with a cold face.

"Not as good-looking as the young master." Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan's face with a smile.

Lin Mu'an is very small, with a face as big as a palm, fair skin, beautiful peach blossom eyes, amber eyes that are dull but beautiful, a small and straight nose, and rosy and shiny lips. Looking at Like jelly.

He has a face that is easy to bully, but has a very bad temper.

Lin Muan frowned when he heard his answer.

"Isn't that the answer the young master wants?" Song Boqin asked warmly, reaching out to smooth Lin Muan's slightly long bangs that covered his eyes.

"I need you to tell me what you look like. I don't want you to compare me with me. I don't know what I look like." Lin Muan frowned and waved away Song Boqin's hand.

Song Boqin had forgotten about this incident. He had not seen the young master for ten years. He had not known how much had changed in ten years.

"Sorry." Song Boqin looked at Lin Mu'an apologetically, "I'm a little dark, my eyes are neither big nor small, my nose is quite straight, my nose is regular, and my lips are not thick, that's about it."

Lin Muan reached out and touched Song Boqin's face again, from forehead to chin, and then from eyebrows to lips.

"Thin lips are indeed thin, which fits your name very well." Lin Mu'an sneered and took back his hand.

"Thank you for the compliment, young master." Song Boqin smiled and helped Lin Mu'an lie down. "Young master, please sleep a little longer. It's only two o'clock in the morning."

Lin Muan lay on the bed, ignored Song Boqin, turned around and closed his eyes.

It's still dark when you open your eyes, and it's still dark when you close them. What's the difference?

Seeing that he was sleeping obediently, Song Boqin got up and went out.

"Is there no way to recover?"

"Yes, you can cooperate with the treatment, and then I will cure you slowly."

"Then let me stay blind for a while and experience it."

"it is good."

Lin Mu'an tried his best to let himself relax and fall asleep, but the person he couldn't see was always in the darkness, and now it was like falling into an endless black vortex, feeling so depressed.

But he still fell asleep, but his sleep was not stable at all. There were many black and messy threads entangled in his dream, which made him feel suffocated.

"Young master, it's time to get up and have breakfast." Song Boqin sat beside the bed and called Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan frowned and woke up slowly, unable to see anything.

When Song Boqin saw that he was awake, he helped him sit up and brought him slippers to put on.

He only needs to take action when Lin Muan needs help, and the rest depends on his vision.

When the arrogant young master encounters a difficult problem, he will only speak unless it is extremely difficult and difficult for the young master to solve. Usually, he has to rely on his own guessing.

Lin Muan went to the bathroom according to his muscle memory, then washed his face and brushed his teeth.

Song Boqin watched from the side the whole time.

Song Boqin also had to prepare and put away the clothes, and then Lin Muan changed into them himself.

Lin Mu'an came out after changing his clothes. Song Boqin stared at him for a moment.

I don’t know how the young master wears clothes and his hair is a mess.

Song Boqin stretched out his hand to smooth Lin Muan's hair. Lin Muan just stood there blankly, feeling much more well-behaved than before.

"Are you ready?" Lin Mu'an raised his eyes and stared at Song Boqin, with impatience in his dull eyes.

Song Boqin smiled, knowing that the young master would not be so quiet.

"All right."

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