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

"Okay, young master, be careful." Song Boqin walked towards Lin Mu'an and helped him unbutton his shirt.

"No need for you, just go out." Lin Mu'an clutched his collar and frowned.

"Young Master, do you want to take off your clothes?" Song Boqin did not let go of his hand, a little confused.

"Yeah." Lin Muan responded softly.

"That's not safe, and the young master can't wash it clean by himself." Song Boqin pulled Lin Mu'an's hand and slowly unbuttoned Lin Mu'an's buttons.

Lin Muan remained silent and let him explain.

Lin Mu'an shivered as his body felt cold, and he reached out to touch Song Boqin, then put his hand on Song Boqin's shoulder.

Song Boqin raised his eyes to look into Lin Muan's eyes, took off his clothes, and Lin Muan stood naked.

Song Boqin carried Lin Muan and put him in the bathtub. Lin Muan soaked in the bathtub obediently and blinked in confusion.

"Do you think my eyes can be cured?" Lin Muan said dullly, hugging his legs and resting his chin on his knees.

"Yes, as long as the young master cooperates." Song Boqin glanced at Lin Mu'an, washed his hands, and reached out to touch Lin Mu'an's hair.

"But those hurt...I'm afraid of the pain..." Lin Mu'an cooperated with Song Boqin and leaned back.

Song Boqin didn't know what to say, so he wet Lin Mu'an's hair, squeezed out the shampoo and rubbed it into foam in his hands. The dense foam got on Lin Man's hair and started to wash his hair.

Lin Muan's hair is a bit long, but he doesn't like to cut it, so no one forces him to cut it unless it's too long.

Now Lin Muan's longest hair is on his shoulders, and the shortest hair can be tucked behind his ears, which is fine.

"If the young master thinks about it well, he will inevitably suffer pain." Song Boqin said with a gentle voice, gently rubbing Lin Muan's scalp with his fingers.

"But...if it can't be cured, then I will always be in pain." Lin Mu'an blinked and raised his hands and shook them, trying to see but couldn't see.

"Nowadays, medical treatment is very advanced. Maybe there is a painless way to cure it." Song Boqin doesn't know if there is, but there is definitely a way to cure optic nerve damage.

"It hurt a lot when I did it before." Lin Muan reached out and touched the corners of his eyes, frowning and muttering.

Lin Muan closed his eyes to prevent the foam from getting into his eyes, but Song Boqin would not get it into his eyes, he was very measured.

"Young Master, will you try again?"

After Song Boqin finished speaking, Lin Muan didn't answer, so he rinsed the foam off Lin Muan's head, used conditioner on him, and then gave him a bath after washing his hair.

Lin Muan suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Boqin, his amber eyes showing no emotion at all.

"Ok?"

"It's almost time. Just take the young master out and flush him with water."

Lin Mu'an didn't ask any more questions, letting Song Boqin take him out of the bathtub and rinse him, then wrap him in a bath towel and wipe him dry.

"Young Master, do you want to wear pajamas yourself?" Song Boqin dried Lin Muan's body and asked him holding his underwear.

"Help me, I don't want to move." Lin Muan put his feet on and replied calmly.

The two of them don't have that kind of thoughts right now, so they won't have any other ideas if they are honest with each other.

Song Boqin glanced at Lin Muan, took Lin Muan's pajamas and put them on for him. After putting them on, he helped Lin Muan sit down on a chair in the bathroom, squatted down and wiped Lin Muan's feet.

Song Boqin stretched out his hand to drag Lin Muan's feet and stared at his feet for a moment. Is it because he didn't look carefully before? Now it seems that Lin Muan's toes are a little pink, and each toe is very beautiful (?). Wipe the water on his feet and put on his slippers.

"All right."

Song Boqin helped Lin Mu'an stand up, and Lin Mu'an leaned into his arms a little unsteadily. The smell of shower gel and shampoo mixed with an unknown aroma entered Song Boqin's nose.

It felt a little too fragrant, but Song Boqin didn't find it unpleasant.

But being a little close, Song Boqin could feel the warm breath on Lin Muan's body.

Lin Muan had just finished taking a shower, her fair cheeks were pink, her eyebrows were slightly drooped, her lips were moist, her pajamas collar was not fully buttoned, she had a long and white neck, delicate collarbones, and a thin body.

No matter what, it makes people daydream, but Song Boqin also thinks that Lin Muan is very small, and feels that Lin Muan needs to eat more.

"What's wrong?" Lin Mu'an frowned and stared at Song Boqin. Although he couldn't see it, the irritability in his eyes was obvious.

"No, young master, have you stood firm?" Song Boqin glanced at Lin Muan's lips and asked.

"Yeah." Lin Muan's frowned eyebrows relaxed and he responded slightly.

Song Boqin helped Lin Muan out. Normally, he would not help because there would be water vapor in the bathroom after taking a shower and there would be water vapor on the tiles, which would make them slippery.

Song Boqin wanted Lin Muan to sit on the small sofa, so he took a blanket and put it on Lin Muan's legs, and went downstairs to bring hot milk to Lin Muan.

When he went downstairs, he happened to meet Lin Jiachen who was upstairs. Lin Jiachen raised his eyes and glanced at Song Boqin, and bumped Song Boqin's shoulder as he passed by.

"Fourth Young Master." Song Boqin lowered his head and shouted.

Lin Jiachen had no intention of talking to Song Boqin and continued upstairs.

Song Boqin was accustomed to this and went upstairs to bring hot milk.

Lin Muan still maintained his previous actions obediently, sitting upright on the small sofa.

"Song Boqin?" Lin Muan tilted his head and listened to the sound of opening the door.

"It's me." Song Boqin was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong, "Has the Fourth Young Master come in?"

"Yeah." Lin Muan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"What did he say? Young master, can you tell me?" Song Boqin came in with hot milk, closed the door, and walked to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes, and pursed his lips not to say anything.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, young master. Tell me when you want to talk to me." Song Boqin smiled, tested the temperature of the hot milk, took Lin Mu'an's hand, and put the hot milk into Lin Mu'an's hand, "I I will always listen to the young master’s troubles.”

Lin Muan didn't say anything. He held the cup of hot milk and drank it in large gulps.

"Young master, do you want to wait until I finish cleaning the bathroom before brushing your teeth, or do you want to brush your teeth first and go to bed?"

"You clean up first."

Song Boqin got up and went to clean the bathroom. Lin Muan didn't know what he was looking at. Anyway, his eyes were dark from beginning to end.

Lin Jiachen didn't like him, and he didn't know why. He clearly didn't mess with him and had no social contact with him. He just liked to scold him.

Anyway, Lin Muan hates Lin Jiachen, he is annoying and has a mean mouth.

Lin Mu'an sat depressed. Song Boqin came out after cleaning the bathroom and saw him looking like a wilted little flower. He walked closer and stared at him.

"Have you finished cleaning up?" Lin Muan raised his head and smiled at Song Boqin, but there was no smile in his eyes.