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

Lin Muan was startled by the movement and subconsciously looked up at the window, but saw nothing.

"Did you hear anything?" Lin Mu'an looked back suspiciously and stared at Song Boqin.

"No, let's go back quickly. The young master will have a headache if the wind blows too much." Song Boqin smiled, glanced at the window from the corner of his eye, and hugged Lin Mu'an tightly.

Everyone hid against the wall and quietly poked their heads in. They were relieved when they saw Song Boqin carrying Lin Muan away.

The mansion is very close to where Lin Mu'an lives. Song Boqin can walk quickly and get there in ten minutes.

After the Chinese New Year, Lin Muan began to resume treatment, and Song Boqin seemed to have become busier.

Lin Muan didn't know what Song Boqin was busy with. He didn't tell him when he asked him, so Lin Muan stopped asking, but he always felt uneasy.

Five more months passed, and Lin Muan felt that his eyes were always misty, he had no confidence in the treatment, and he felt depressed every day.

"Master?" Song Boqin rubbed the corners of his sore eyes and looked at Lin Muan who was in a daze in front of the drawing board.

Lin Mu'an didn't respond. Song Boqin shouted a few more times. Seeing that he still didn't respond, Song Boqin hugged Lin Mu'an from behind.

"What are you thinking about, Master? Why did you ignore me even after I called you Master several times?" Song Boqin lowered his head and rubbed Lin Muan's neck, holding Lin Muan's hand, and asked softly.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Lin Muan smiled and looked down at his hands. It was still foggy, and everything was a block of color.

Seeing him like this, Song Boqin knew that he must have something on his mind, but he didn't know it even if he didn't say it. He was too busy recently and ignored Lin Muan's condition.

Lin Muan lowered his eyes. Neither of them spoke, and he began to be in a daze again.

Seeing that he was dazed again, Song Boqin reached out and touched Lin Muan's neck.

Lin Muan subconsciously turned his head to look at Song Boqin.

"Do you want a kiss? I feel like the young master is not in a good mood. Would a kiss make him feel better?" Song Boqin stared at Lin Muan's lips and said warmly.

"I don't know." Lin Mu'an was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and said dullly.

Seeing his absent-minded look, Song Boqin didn't force him to kiss him, but just hugged him.

It felt good to be held, but still a little irritating.

"What are you busy with recently?" Lin Muan glanced at Song Boqin and asked in a low voice.

"Young master will know later." Song Boqin smiled and kissed Lin Muan's face.

"Oh." Lin Muan's reaction was indifferent. He already knew that he was going to say this, so it didn't mean much.

The time Song Boqin left for Lin Muan every day was to send him to the hospital and cook for Lin Muan, and he didn't know what he was busy with the rest of the time.

When it was time to go to bed, Song Boqin would wash Lin Muan, put him into bed, hold him and coax him to sleep, and then sit on the bed and play with the computer.

There are still half a year until the contract expires, and then he will no longer be able to stay with Lin Muan.

Before that, he hoped that he was capable and that Lin Muan would get better soon.

He also wanted Lin Muan to see him when he got better, and didn't want to disappoint Lin Muan.

Lin Muan hugged Song Boqin's waist and slept deeply.

No matter what, Lin Muan has been actively cooperating with the treatment, hoping to get better quickly and see Song Boqin as soon as possible.

The doctor said it would be cured within a year at the earliest, but it had already been a year and Lin Muan was very depressed.

Lin Mu'an didn't want Song Boqin to think too much for the time being. After all, Song Boqin was very busy recently. Although he didn't know what Song Boqin was busy with, he just didn't want to cause any trouble to Song Boqin.

Lin Muan likes to paint, and he sells the paintings after he paints them. The paintings were not worth much at first, but somehow they became very expensive later on.

And it was sold abroad. Although he didn't know why, many people liked it.

There are not many paintings and they are very expensive.

A series of ten paintings must have been bought by a collector.

Lin Muan is not short of money now. Money can make money anyway, and there will be more after financial management.

He donated half of the money, anyway, to schools in mountainous areas, to special groups, and also sponsored a child to go to school.

These are all things he can do within his power.

But Song Boqin didn't know what he was doing. Song Boqin was too busy, so he just did this when he was bored. Of course, he asked Alili to help with these things, after all, he couldn't see it.

"The young master is in a daze again."

Song Boqin didn't know when he stood behind Lin Muan and hugged Lin Muan.

"What are you thinking about, Master? Why does he ignore me every time I call him?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just took it easy for a while."

Song Boqin looked at Lin Muan suspiciously, then smiled and kissed Lin Muan's face.

Lin Muan narrowed his eyes and smiled, lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts, put his arms around Song Boqin's neck, and rubbed his face against Song Boqin's neck affectionately.

Song Boqin smiled and hugged Lin Muan tightly.

"What would you like to eat later, young master?" Song Boqin kissed Lin Muan's face and walked around the living room with him in his arms.

"There's nothing in particular that I want to eat, just the usual food." Lin Muan could feel him walking, but didn't know where he was taking her.

When Song Boqin saw what he said, he didn't ask any more questions and carried Lin Mu'an to the sofa to sit down.

"What are you doing?" Lin Mu'an blinked and stared at Song Boqin with some confusion.

"Why not." Song Boqin stared at Lin Mu'an, his throat rolling when he saw his confused amber eyes looking at him.

Lin Mu'an was puzzled. Song Boqin's hand tightened around Lin Mu'an's waist, and he leaned closer and kissed Lin Mu'an's lips tentatively.

Lin Muan did not refuse and took the initiative to kiss Song Boqin.

Song Boqin instantly hugged Lin Muan tighter, rubbed his face against Lin Muan's neck, brushed his lips against his neck, opened his mouth and bit his neck gently.

"Song Boqin...don't...don't bite my neck." Lin Mu'an ducked to the side, feeling a little itchy.

"No bite, just a slight touch." Song Boqin raised his eyes to look at Lin Mu'an, reached out and pinched the back of Lin Mu'an's neck, and held him down.

Lin Muan's face was very red. He knew what Song Boqin was going to do, but he would be very tired on the sofa in the living room.

"Can't you go back to your room?"

"Master, don't you like being here?"

"No...no, it will be...very tiring..."

"The young master doesn't need to do anything. I just come and I won't tire the young master."

Hearing what he said, Lin Muan knew that there was no room for negotiation now.

Song Boqin smiled and pinched Lin Muan's ears.

Lin Muan blushed furiously, but he had no choice but to let nature take its course.

Although tired, it feels good.

Song Boqin washed Lin Muan's fragrance, but the smell changed after washing.

Lin Mu'an was really tired now, and it was really hard to bear to come back to the bathroom again.

Because the bathroom is so big, every sound has a little echo.

~~~Separating line~~~

Use love to generate electricity~