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

Not only Lin Qinyan was confused, but everyone present was also confused, including Song Boqin.

Song Boqin didn't understand why Lin Mu'an wanted to be held by himself, but considering how uncomfortable he was, it didn't matter if he didn't take good care of Lin Mu'an.

Lin Mu'an slept deeply in Song Boqin's arms. The doctor came to change Lin Mu'an's sling bottle midway.

Lin Qinyan and the others watched for a while and then went to work, asking Song Boqin to send photos to the group every hour to observe Lin Muan.

Song Boqin really felt that their love for Lin Muan was very perverted, but it was not the kind of malicious perversion, it was the kind of perversion that was reasonable but extremely outrageous.

Lin Jiachen looked at the photos in the group and came in directly.

He looked at Song Boqin and wanted to take Lin Muan away from Song Boqin's arms.

"What are you doing? Put Xiao An back on the bed." Lin Jiachen was shaking with anger and wanted to punch Song Boqin in the face.

"The young master asked me to hold him." Song Boqin glanced at Lin Jiachen and said warmly.

"You...can't do this, Xiao An..." Lin Jiachen frowned. Because of Lin Mu'an's incident, he was very wary of Song Boqin. This is not appropriate now.

Song Boqin felt that Lin Jiachen was confused and gathered the blanket.

Lin Mu'an heard Lin Jiachen's voice and crawled into Song Boqin's arms.

"Song Boqin... hurts... hug..." Lin Mu'an was still confused. He only felt pain on the back of his hand and wanted Song Boqin to hug him.

Song Boqin glanced at Lin Jiachen and touched Lin Muan's back to express comfort.

"Fourth Young Master, please don't make any noise. The Young Master still has a fever. Let the Young Master sleep quietly for a while." Song Boqin felt sorry for Lin Mu'an. He touched Lin Mu'an's face with his hand and pulled the blanket up.

"Why? You...did you do something to Xiao An?" Lin Jiachen frowned and stared at Song Boqin, feeling that it was wrong for Lin Muan to do this. Lin Muan didn't seem like such a person.

"I didn't do anything to the young master. The young master needs to rest now." Song Boqin looked up at Lin Jiachen and smiled.

Lin Jiachen stared at Lin Muan, not knowing what to say for a moment. He felt that Song Boqin had done something to Lin Muan, but he had no evidence.

Lin Jiachen didn't say anything more, just sat next to him and stared at Song Boqin.

Song Boqin didn't care where he sat, he just stared at Lin Mu'an anyway.

It took Lin Muan three bottles of water to bring down the fever, and his hands were swollen from sleep. Song Boqin put him on the bed and poured water for Lin Muan to take a bath.

Lin Muan's clothes were soaked with sweat and had to be changed.

Seeing that Song Boqin did not violate the rules, Lin Jiachen breathed a sigh of relief and went to work.

Soaking in the warm water, Lin Muan opened his eyes in confusion. His eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything. He stretched out his hands to grab something.

"Song Boqin..."

"I'm here."

When Song Boqin saw that Lin Muan was awake, he reached out and held Lin Muan's hand to prevent him from putting it in the water.

Lin Muan's hands were still swollen and difficult to get wet.

"Song Boqin...I'm thirsty..." Although Lin Muan couldn't see it, he still looked at his hands.

"Okay, young master, don't put your hands in the water. I'll go and pour some water for you." Song Boqin said warmly, reaching out to lift the hair next to Lin Muan's face.

"Yes." Lin Mu'an nodded obediently and moved his aching hand.

Song Boqin went out to pour water. Lin Muan was still a little confused and reached out to touch his forehead.

It seems that the fever is gone, but I still feel very uncomfortable.

Song Boqin came in with water. Seeing that his hand was almost touching the water, he hurriedly came to Lin Muan and held his hand.

"Master, haven't you woken up yet?" Song Boqin felt that Lin Muan was still confused, so he put the water aside and wiped off the water stains on Lin Muan's hands with a towel.

"I woke up, I still feel a little uncomfortable." Lin Muan subconsciously raised his head and stared in Song Boqin's direction, suddenly wanting to see Song Boqin's current expression.

"What's wrong?" Song Boqin asked, holding a water cup and feeding Lin Mu'an some water.

Lin Muan drank the water and calmed down for a while.

"I still want to drink water."

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan for a few seconds. Seeing that he couldn't tell what was wrong with him, he stopped asking and poured another glass of water for Lin Muan to feed him.

Lifting Lin Mu'an out of the bathtub, quickly wrapping him in a bath towel, drying Lin Mu'an's body and putting on clothes, Song Boqin seemed to be taking care of a giant baby.

But he was used to it, and after taking care of Lin Muan for eight years, he was pretty good at it. Anyway, he had seen what he should see and what he shouldn't see, so there was nothing he couldn't see.

When Song Boqin gave Lin Muan a bath, he really had no distracting thoughts.

Lin Muan didn't know where Song Boqin was looking, but he was very afraid that Song Boqin had disappeared.

"Song Boqin..."

"Ok?"

"Can you hold my hand?"

"If I hold the young master's hand, I won't be able to dress him."

Lin Mu'an frowned, lowered his head unhappily, and held on to Song Boqin's clothes.

Song Boqin didn't know what Lin Muan was obsessed with, but if he didn't put some clothes on Lin Muan, he would catch a cold.

If you have a cold followed by a fever, you will lose weight if you are so sick.

"If I don't leave, I will keep guarding the young master. The young master put his hands into his sleeves." Song Boqin sighed, gently touched Lin Mu'an's face, and reached out to hold Lin Mu'an's wrist.

Lin Mu'an hesitated for a moment, then let go of Song Boqin's clothes and let Song Boqin play with him. When he was ready to put on his clothes, Lin Mu'an stretched out his hand towards Song Boqin.

This obviously means a hug.

Song Boqin put the clothes Lin Muan had changed into the dirty clothes basket, wiped the water on his hands, and reached out to pick Lin Muan up.

"Master, do you know that you never asked me to touch you before?" Song Boqin's words seemed to be doubtful, but in fact he was certain.

"I... need you to hug me now." Lin Muan was a little shy, leaning his head on Song Boqin's chest and wrapping his hands around Song Boqin's neck.

"If it weren't for me, would the young master have let that person hold him?" Song Boqin glanced at Lin Mu'an and saw that his face was a little red and his eyes darkened.

"No." Lin Mu'an answered a little quickly, and even rubbed Song Boqin as he spoke.

"Although my question is very strange, the young master's answer is even stranger than my question. The answer is so misleading, and the young master's answer is very fast." Song Boqin withdrew his gaze, hugged Lin Mu'an and walked out of the bathroom, stopping at Beside the bed, "This answer will make me feel that the young master likes me."

"I don't like... I hate you." Lin Mu'an was stunned for a moment and buried his face in Song Boqin's chest.

Song Boqin lowered his eyes and glanced at Lin Muan's red ears and smiled, "How does it feel, young master, to be held by someone you hate?"

Lin Mu'an didn't want to speak, so he pinched Song Boqin's arm.

"It doesn't matter if the young master doesn't say anything. Do you want me to sleep with you, young master?"