Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

While Xia Liang was massaging Mrs. Xia, in Xia Lin's room, Song Yan was lying on the floor under the quilt, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

It's not because the floor is too hard and uncomfortable, but because of it.The person he likes is close at hand, but he can see whether he can eat it.

After enduring it for a while, Song Yan sat up, looked at the motionless figure wrapped in the quilt in the dark, and asked tentatively, "Xia Lin, are you asleep?"

Xia Lin didn't answer him.

Song Yan tiptoed onto the bed, moved to Xia Lin's side, and asked in a low voice, "Xia Lin, can I go to bed?"

Xia Lin's sullen voice came from under the quilt: "Go back to the floor and stay honest."

"The bed is so big, why do you have to let me sleep on the floor? Xia Lin..." He just raised his hand to touch the quilt, when suddenly the quilt was lifted, exposing half of Xia Lin's head.

"Song Yan, do you know why I finally agreed to let you into the room?"

Song Yan was startled: "Why?"

"Because I put a dagger under the pillow, if you dare to mess up again, I will chop you with a knife."

Song Yan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and while retreating to the bed, he said: "Hey, calm down, and talk if you have something to say!"

"I wanted to talk to you, but you ask yourself, have you made sense?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the bed board under him shake.

Xia Lin was still sitting securely, but Song Yan knelt on the edge of the bed with one foot, staggered abruptly, and immediately fell down, hitting his head on the corner of the bed, causing him to grin his teeth in pain

But at this moment, he didn't care about the pain at all, he quickly got up and grabbed Xia Lin's arm and said, "Come out with me, there's an earthquake!"

Xia Lin sat without moving, just stared at Song Yan in a daze.

"Let's go!" Song Yan roared in a hurry.

"Can you... feel it?"

"It's so obvious, why can't I feel it? Look at me falling... hiss!" Song Yan covered his forehead that had been swollen from the impact, and wanted to come over and grab Xia Lin again as he spoke.

Xia Lin calmly opened his hand: "This is not an earthquake."

Song Yan was startled: "No?"

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

Song Yan waited in fear for a long time, but he did not feel any shock.

"Then what was this just now?" Song Yan thought horribly, could it be that there is something wrong with Xia Lin's house?

Xia Lin stared at Song Yan without blinking, and asked, "Is this the first time you have encountered this situation?"

"You mean an earthquake? We shouldn't have an earthquake here."

Xia Lin didn't speak any more, but fell into deep thought for a long time.

In the 17 years before his rebirth, he had never encountered such a weird situation.But since he was reborn, he has met four times in more than four years, and each cycle is shorter than each time, especially the most recent time, which is less than a month away from the one he met in the bar.

During this month, the only change that happened was Song Yan's rebirth.

Suddenly, a trace of unspeakable fear seeped from the bottom of his heart—could it be said that these unusual "earthquakes" were closely related to his rebirth with Song Yan?

Song Yan didn't know what Xia Lin was thinking, and he waited quietly for a while, making sure that there would be no second earthquake, and then he completely relaxed his tense nerves.

But then the throbbing pain on the forehead also became painful.

He clutched his forehead and climbed onto the bed, pitifully grabbed Xia Lin's quilt and said: "Xia Lin, I'm in so much pain, please help me see if it's bleeding."

Xia Lin had no choice but to get up and turn on the wall lamp, and asked Song Yan to bring his head closer, and gently brushed his hair away, and sure enough, he saw a red and swollen bump.

"There's no bleeding, but it's a bit swollen." Xia Lin's cold voice finally became softer, "Be patient, I'll go to the refrigerator and get some ice cubes for you."

He was about to get up, but Song Yan hugged his waist, only to hear Song Yan say coquettishly with a nasal voice: "Xia Lin, don't go."

Xia Lin took a deep breath, and the sympathy that had just risen in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he said coldly: "Let go."

"Don't let go." Song Yan took advantage of the situation and threw Xia Lin down on the bed, pushing her whole body up.

Xia Lin sensed Song Yan's intentions, and immediately stretched out a hand to reach under the pillow, but Song Yan moved faster than him, first pressed his hand down, and then touched under his pillow, and sure enough, he touched it. A sheathed dagger.

"You really dare to hide this thing under your head," Song Yan said in surprise, "I'm not afraid of bad luck." Song Yan said, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the dagger far away.

Xia Lin had no self-defense weapons, and immediately started punching and kicking, but Song Yan used his size advantage to defuse his resistance, leaned close to Xia Lin's ear and whispered: "Don't be afraid, Xia Lin, I won't force you tonight. It's your Xia family, I wouldn't dare to give me ten more guts."

"Then why don't you hurry up and get off me!"

"Xia Lin, I just miss you so much, you know, I often dream that I'm kissing you," he murmured softly, while sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick every inch of Xia Lin's skin, "Kiss you Eyebrows, your eyes, the bridge of your nose and lips, your Adam's apple and collarbone, and your..."

……

Xia Lin felt his body suddenly hot, and couldn't help taking a breath of air.

"Don't be nervous," Song Yan said vaguely, "I'm not going to fuck you, I just want to make you comfortable."