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

"Is it pink and white?" Lin Muan muttered.

"Yes." Song Boqin nodded.

Song Boqin felt that the pink and white rose petals were very similar to Lin Muan's cheeks when they were slightly red. Both were very delicate and pure.

"Try it." Lin Muan smiled.

Song Boqin helped adjust the colors, while Lin Muan was responsible for painting on the canvas.

But instead of painting with a brush, he used his hands to feel where he applied the paint.

Lin Mu'an painted for a long time. He couldn't see the painting and didn't know how it was. It was a bit boring.

"Do you think it looks good? Tell the truth." Lin Muan looked at Song Boqin and said calmly.

"It's beautiful. I think the young master's paintings can be sold." Song Boqin said with a smile, with surprise in his eyes.

"Sell?" Lin Muan was a little confused.

Are his paintings ugly and too abstract? Generally, the paintings of artists are abstract and incomprehensible. Lin Muan is a layman and cannot appreciate them, so he finds them ugly.

The roses on the canvas were not as ugly as Lin Muan imagined, and they were also a thousand times more beautiful than imagined.

Pink and white rose flowers are blooming, each one is beautiful, and the color matching is also very good.

Song Boqin felt that this was God's reward. If Lin Mu'an was a little famous, this painting could be sold for seven figures, but now it can be sold for five to six figures, depending on whether those people are discerning.

"Young master, do you want to sell it?" Song Boqin has a way out, it depends on Lin Muan.

"You think it's pretty good, then keep it. I'll take a look when I can see it later." Lin Muan squinted and smiled, then stood up and prepared to wash his hands.

Song Boqin was stunned for a moment, put down the palette, and followed Lin Muan.

Song Boqin led Lin Muan to wash his hands. This bathroom was on the first floor. He was not familiar with the bathroom on the first floor.

The warm water flowed through the palm of his hand. At this moment, Lin Muan felt that the water was tangible because he couldn't see it.

Song Boqin washed Lin Muan's hands carefully and carefully. The distance was very close. Lin Muan stared ahead and subconsciously looked in the direction of Song Boqin's approach.

The soft lips brushed Song Boqin's cheek. If Song Boqin hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have felt it at all.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mu'an felt that his movements were paused, and he was a little confused.

The breath of Lin Muan's words spread on Song Boqin's face, making Song Boqin's heart tremble.

Lin Mu'an was a little annoyed when Song Boqin didn't speak.

"Can't you understand people?" Lin Muan frowned and stared at Song Boqin, and withdrew his hand angrily.

"No, I was distracted. Young Master, please give me your hands. They haven't been washed yet." Song Boqin lowered his head and stopped looking at Lin Mu'an's face, and carefully reached out to hold Lin Mu'an's hand.

Lin Muan clicked his tongue and handed his hand to Song Boqin.

Song Boqin held it gently and rinsed Lin Muan's hand again to clean the paint from between his nails.

After rinsing, wipe Lin Muan's hands with a soft towel.

The size of the palm, the thickness of the fingers, and the connection of the wrist are also perfect.

The round and shiny nails and pink fingertips are a little cold, but they feel good to hold.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Muan's hands are like works of art, too perfect.

"Are you ready?" Lin Mu'an felt that it took a little too long to wipe his hands, and he was very impatient.

Song Boqin came to his senses and put down Lin Muan's hand.

"Okay, young master." Song Boqin's eyes darkened.

"Why are you always distracted? I can't see with my eyes. If you are distracted, what should I do if I fall?" Lin Mu'an frowned, disgusted with Song Boqin's behavior.

"I'm sorry." Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan.

Lin Mu'an didn't say anything, since he couldn't see anything anyway, and he was afraid that Song Boqin would wear small shoes for him if he talked too much.

After that, Lin Muan spent most of the time in a daze and rarely painted. He promised Lin Qinyan to participate in the variety show, which was only four or five days away.

But it seemed like he hadn't been out for a long time. Although he couldn't see other people, he could feel the eyes of others looking at him. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but it was uncomfortable.

So he rarely goes out.

"Is the young master okay?" Song Boqin was a little worried. Lin Muan had been locked up for a few days when he came back after going out. Anyway, the situation was not good.

"No problem." Lin Muan smiled at Song Boqin, feeling that it was a little late for him to worry.

Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan's face and felt that Lin Muan had changed a lot recently. From that night on, he became less talkative and less angry.

"Is there anything troublesome, young master?" Song Boqin asked doubtfully.

"No." Lin Mu'an replied lightly, turning to face the garden.

The room he was in could see the delicate roses in the garden, but he couldn't see them, but he could smell the faint fragrance of roses in the air.

"The evening breeze is a bit chilly, young master, please go back to the house." Song Boqin looked at the setting sun.

"If you don't want to go back to the house, please bring me a blanket." Lin Mu'an responded calmly and smiled.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan for a few seconds, then went back to the house to get a blanket.

Lin Muan sighed and reached out to touch his slightly cold face.

The evening breeze was indeed a bit cool.

Song Boqin brought a blanket to cover Lin Muan and stood quietly watching over him.

He is just Lin Muan's housekeeper. He only needs to take good care of Lin Muan so that he doesn't get sick or get into trouble. There are many things that the master doesn't say, and his servants shouldn't ask too much.

But Lin Muan's look clearly showed something on his mind.

"Go back to the house and give me a hand." Lin Muan wrapped the blanket tightly and stretched out his hand to look for Song Boqin.

"Okay." Song Boqin took Lin Muan's hand and pulled Lin Muan up.

His fingertips were extremely cold in his hands, and Song Boqin subconsciously tightened his grip, hoping that the warmth of his palms would warm Lin Muan's hands.

Although he didn't know why he did this, he couldn't help but care about Lin Mu'an recently. It wasn't a bad thing, but it felt a little strange.

Lin Muan could feel Song Boqin's hand tightening his grip, but he didn't resent it.

"Can you hold my hand a little longer?" Lin Muan sat holding Song Boqin's hand and looked up at him.

Facing Lin Muan's dull gaze, Song Boqin couldn't tell what he felt, but he couldn't refuse.

"Why?" Song Boqin was still a little confused.

"My hands are cold." Lin Muan pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

"The young master would never ask me to do such a thing before." Song Boqin stared at Lin Mu'an, wanting to hear what Lin Mu'an had to say.

"You don't have to worry about it." Lin Mu'an was too lazy to pay attention to him and pulled his hand back, "I want to wash up and go to bed."

"Okay." Song Boqin shook hands and wanted to hold Lin Muan's hand again.

The hand he had just withdrawn was still cold.

Lin Muan groped his way to the bathroom, and Song Boqin followed him and filled the bathtub with water.

Lin Muan stood aside and waited for him to put the water in.