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

Song Boqin smiled, the emotion in his eyes unpredictable.

Lin Mu'an couldn't see Song Boqin's expression now, but he always felt a little scared in his heart.

When Song Boqin saw that Lin Mu'an was silent, he sat down on the bed, reached out and touched Lin Mu'an's head, stroked his cheek with his fingers, and gently lifted his chin.

Looking into Lin Muan's amber eyes, Song Boqin must have been lying if he said he didn't like Lin Muan's face.

But he likes Lin Muan's eyes the most, even if Lin Muan's eyes can't see.

"Song Boqin." Lin Muan didn't know where he was looking. Anyway, he was looking ahead and reached out to grab Song Boqin's wrist.

"I'm here, young master, please speak." Song Boqin bent slightly and stared into Lin Muan's eyes expressionlessly.

Lin Muan felt that Song Boqin's tone was strange, but he couldn't tell why it was strange, but he wanted Song Boqin to accompany him.

"You sleep with me, come to the bed." Lin Muan patted the place beside him and motioned for him to come up.

"This is against the rules." Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan's hand with narrowed eyes and said softly.

"You are mine, and my words are the rules." Lin Muan frowned, with a command in his tone.

"Okay." Song Boqin responded, retracting his hand and sitting down next to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan crawled to his sleeping position and lay down, waving to Song Boqin and asking him to lie down with him.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan's rosy cheeks, followed Lin Muan's instructions, and lay down next to Lin Muan.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Mu'an, stretched out his hand and touched Lin Mu'an's face. His fingertips gently slid across Lin Mu'an's ear, stopping at the earlobe, and gently rubbed Lin Mu'an's earlobe.

Lin Mu'an looks very small and delicate, making people want to play with him.

But although Lin Mu'an sometimes has a stubborn temper, he still blushes easily as always.

Lin Muan blushed really easily, she just touched his face.

"Master, if you are touched by someone you hate, you shouldn't blush." ​​Song Boqin smiled and pinched Lin Muan's rosy cheeks.

Lin Mu'an's face turned redder when he pinched her like this.

"I...don't worry about it..." Lin Mu'an stopped talking and covered his face with his hands.

Song Boqin laughed softly, pulled up the quilt and covered Lin Muan.

Lin Muan buried his face in the quilt, lowered his eyes slightly, and crawled into Song Boqin's arms.

Song Boqin didn't want to say anything. Anyway, he listened to Lin Muan and did whatever he had to do.

What an awkward young master.

Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan's face, which was still very red, and even his neck was red.

"Song Boqin, don't leave when I'm asleep, I'll wake up." Lin Mu'an clutched Song Boqin's clothes tightly and whispered.

Song Boqin hummed softly, put his arms around Lin Muan, and patted his back gently.

"Don't leave, young master, please go to sleep." Song Boqin coaxed in a gentle voice.

"I can't sleep a bit. I slept too much during the day." Lin Muan rubbed Song Boqin's chest and blinked.

"I can't sleep, what do you want to do, young master?" Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan with a smile, his voice was deep.

"I don't know, I...eyes...want to see you..." Lin Muan pushed himself up, climbed onto Song Boqin and lay on his back.

Song Boqin stretched out his hand to touch Lin Muan's face, slid his fingertips across the ends of Lin Muan's eyes, and rubbed the corners of Lin Muan's eyes.

"Why does the young master want to see me?" Song Boqin was a little confused. He should be curious about other people.

"You... have been with me for a long time, and I have never seen you. I am curious about your appearance." Lin Muan reached out and touched Song Boqin's face, touching every part of it carefully.

"Then what if I look ugly?" Song Boqin looked into Lin Muan's eyes. He wanted to do something else at this distance, but he couldn't.

"I want to see and know, it doesn't matter if you are ugly." Lin Muan suddenly lowered his head and pressed his face against Song Boqin's. "You have good bones, so you shouldn't be ugly."

"Young master can't see it, and it's forbidden to touch it." Song Boqin pulled down Lin Muan's hand, turned his head and kissed Lin Muan's palm.

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment. His face, which was not so red before, turned red again.

"The young master doesn't like me, but he still wants to look at me. The young master is so weird." Song Boqin said, putting his arms around Lin Muan's waist and sitting up. However, he still wrapped Lin Muan tightly to prevent Lin Muan from catching a cold.

"Want to see you, it doesn't matter whether I like you or not. You stay with me... I want the first person I see after I recover to be you, that's all." Lin Mu'an frowned and put his arms around Song Boqin's neck, "I like you too much It’s heavy, don’t ask.”

"Oh, the young master doesn't like me, I know." Song Boqin smiled and hugged Lin Mu'an hard, "Although the young master doesn't like me, the young master also needs to know that I am a man."

Lin Muan was stunned for a moment and pushed Song Boqin, but Song Boqin felt that he didn't want to push her away at all.

"I am also a man." Lin Muan leaned against Song Boqin weakly, his head resting on Song Boqin's shoulder, and whispered.

"Does the young master like men?" Song Boqin touched Lin Muan's slender arm, pulled him upright and looked down at him.

Lin Mu'an felt that Song Boqin's question was a bit strange, but he didn't know how to answer it, and Song Boqin's behavior made him want to run away.

Song Boqin suppressed his power, making it useless no matter how hard he struggled.

"Master, I am yours. As long as you open your mouth, I will let you go and make some fearless struggle, as if you want to refuse but welcome." Song Boqin stared at Lin Mu'an, feeling helpless.

Although he didn't get an answer from Lin Muan, Lin Muan's behavior was almost like an answer.

"No...no..." Lin Muan clenched his hands into fists, bit his lower lip, and frowned slightly.

"Okay, no." Song Boqin smiled and hugged Lin Mu'an tightly.

Lin Muan didn't want to push Song Boqin away. He wanted to be held. It felt good to be held like this, although it was a bit harsh.

"Please make an appointment with the doctor for me. I'll take another look and give it one last try." Lin Mu'an rubbed Song Boqin's neck and touched his neck with his hand.

"Okay, listen to the young master." Song Boqin took Lin Muan's hand and kissed his palm.

Lin Muan pursed his lips, opened his mouth and bit Song Boqin's shoulder.

Song Boqin didn't feel any pain with this intensity, but rather liked it.

Song Boqin didn't know what his feelings were for Lin Mu'an, but he was sure that Lin Mu'an liked him.

Although I don’t know when it started, but it is showing now, it can be considered that it is well hidden.

Lin Mu'an fell asleep in Song Boqin's arms. This time Song Boqin did not let go of Lin Mu'an, but slept with him.

Lin Muan's illness caused him to languish for several days, but he had to eat even if he was languid.

Song Boqin fed Lin Muan everything, trying to make him fatter, but Lin Muan was so thin that he felt like a gust of wind could blow him away.