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

"Nannan, cake." Xiao Mu'an raised her little face and smiled sweetly.

Nan Qimin stared at Xiao Muan's shining eyes and glanced at what Narcissus brought.

There were two plain round pancakes on the white jade plate, which were still shiny with golden oil because they had just been fried.

When Narcissus saw Xiao Muan reaching out to take it, he quickly stopped him, "It's still hot, Xiao An can't take it directly with his hands."

Xiao Mu'an blinked and looked at Narcissus apologetically.

Narcissus sighed, found something to pack the pumpkin pie, and asked Mu An to carry it back.

Nan Qimin glanced at Narcissus, bent down and picked up little Mu An.

Xiao Muan smiled and waved to the flower fairies.

"The way the emperor looked at people just now was so scary."

"Yes, yes."

The flower fairies were talking a lot.

Narcissus stared in the direction of their distance without saying a word. After watching for a while, he went about his own business.

"Nan Nan, Nan Nan..." Little Mu An excitedly showed off the small bag in his hand.

Little Mu An's age is equivalent to a seven-year-old human child, but his speech is incomplete.

Nothing was found during the examination, except that his speech was slow.

"I'm Nannan, what's in this bag?"

"Nan...pumpkin pie."

"Yes, you have to speak the whole thing. You can't just keep repeating words for convenience."

Nan Qimin knew that Xiao Mu'an understood, but because of the conversation, he had mentioned this matter to Xiao Mu'an many times.

Xiao Mu'an didn't want to do it, so he buried his face in Nan Qimin's chest and rubbed it.

"It's no use acting like a baby."

"Nannan~"

Nan Qimin said nothing and took him back with a cold face.

After arriving, put him down, let him sit up, and stare at him with big eyes.

"Call me by my full name."

"..."

Xiao Mu'an pursed her lips and said nothing, staring straight at Nan Qimin with her round amber eyes.

Nan Qimin feels that teaching children is really a headache, and dealing with those matters is not such a headache.

Xiao Mu'an didn't speak, so it was impossible for him to force him to speak, let alone use divine power to force him.

After all, he could speak, he just spoke slowly.

"Why don't you like talking?" Nan Qimin sighed helplessly, squatting down to look at him levelly.

"No." Xiao Muan stared into Nan Qimin's eyes.

Nan Qimin glanced at the bag on the table, picked it up and opened it.

"Made for me?" Nan Qimin took out the warm but not scalding pumpkin pie.

"Yes." Xiao Mu'an stared at Nan Qimin and nodded obediently.

"I treat you so badly and why do you cook it for me? Shouldn't you give it to your flower fairy sisters first?" Nan Qimin took a bite of the pumpkin pie, which was just right in sweetness.

"Hello Nan Nan." Xiao Mu An stared at Nan Qimin and said seriously.

Nan Qimin smiled and handed another piece to Xiao Mu'an's mouth.

Little Mu An looked at it and ate slowly under his feeding.

A few days later, little Mu An was making pumpkin pie again surrounded by flower fairies.

"Xiao An is surprisingly persistent."

"Yeah, but the serious little man is so handsome."

"Why are Lin Shen and Sister Jiang so relieved to just leave the little cutie behind?"

"They are different from us. The small world is too chaotic and they are busy."

Hua Xian, who was in the back, was chatting away, but Narcissus looked at her and silenced her.

Narcissus retracted his gaze and looked at Xiao Mu'an, then reached out and touched Xiao Mu'an's head.

Little Mu'an raised his head and smiled sweetly at Narcissus, and continued making pumpkin pie.

The pumpkin cakes made today were enough for the flower fairies to taste, so little Mu An felt very accomplished.

When Nan Qimin went back to sleep at night, Xiao Muan hugged Nan Qimin's legs and didn't want to go back to his room.

"What's wrong?" Nan Qimin touched Xiao Mu'an's head.

Xiao Muan rubbed his face against Nan Qimin's leg and said nothing.

"Don't want to sleep?"

Xiao Mu'an shook his head and hugged Nan Qimin's legs tightly.

"If you don't tell me, I don't know."

Xiao Muan raised his head and stared at Nan Qimin.

Nan Qimin sighed, picked up little Mu'an, and took him to his yard.

After using the dust-purifying technique, Nan Qimin placed Xiaomu on the bed.

"Go to sleep, my house, I won't leave."

"Ah."

Xiao Mu'an pulled Nan Qimin's robe and stared at him closely.

Nan Qimin gently took away Xiao Mu'an's hand, took off his robe, and stuffed his hair into his hand.

Originally, Xiao Mu'an was not very happy, but after holding Nan Qimin's hair, he became happy again.

Nan Qimin's hair is black, long, and a little curly. It feels soft and velvety when held in her hand.