Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (120)
After a moment of silence, Xia Lin suddenly proposed: “The sunrise that I didn’t see in my previous life, can I make up for it in this life?”
Song Yan looked at Xia Lin in surprise.
Xia Lin looked at his watch: “At this time, they are all asleep so they probably won’t get up to catch us.”
Song Yan couldn’t help laughing when he saw Xia Lin say this seriously.
Xia Lin continued: “We can drive to the beach. We could catch up just before dawn.”
Song Yan was stunned: “Are you for real?”
“I’m serious.” Xia Lin said, “Why don’t I drive this car?”
“No.”
Song Yan looked at Xia Lin’s clothes: “Are you not going to go back and change your pajamas?”
“Is there a rule that you can’t watch the sunrise while wearing pajamas? We’ll go back after watching it. We won’t go wandering around. ”
Song Yan sighed then smiled: “Let’s do it. Fasten your seat belt. Let’s set off.”
From the city to the beach, it was necessary to drive a section of the national highway. At this time, it’s late in the night and they’re the only ones left under the dim street lights.
Xia Lin slowly opened the car windows and a cool night breeze poured into the car immediately.
“Be careful of the cold.” Song Yan reminded.
“Don’t be afraid. I brought my blanket.” Xia Lin wrapped his body in the blanket then stretched out a hand and leaned out the window, feeling the temperature of the wind at his fingertips.
Song Yan couldn’t help but glance at Xia Lin’s arms that’re exposed outside his sleeves.
In this life, because Xia Lin spent most of his time studying indoors, his skin was much fairer than in his previous life. In addition, he has now been diagnosed with a disease. Song Yan felt that his complexion was so pale that he was sickly. He suddenly felt very distressed.
When Xia Lin was reborn, he was determined to change his destiny but in the end, his was destined to be ill.
Song Yan couldn’t help asking: “Xia Lin, do you regret it?”
Xia Lin turned his head and looked at him: “Regret what?”
“I regret coming to this world again.”
Xia Lin thought for a while and said, “I don’t regret it. This life is so different from the previous one. My dad’s career has been successfully transformed, my brother has more weight in the family, and my grandma became more cheerful after returning to China. Even her life span is longer than the previous life.”
Song Yan remembered that Xia Lin’s grandmother seemed to have died abroad in the second year after Xia Lin stayed with him.
Although he didn’t have much contact with Grandma Xia in this life, he could tell that Grandma Xia was very energetic after returning to China and her body became stronger year after year. She had an appointment with her old friends to play mahjong every three days.
“It seems that our quintessence is still very valuable.” Song Yan smiled.
(Quintessence: the aspect of something regarded as the intrinsic and central constituent of its character; soul; core)
Xia Lin also smiled: “Think about it carefully. Except for my illness that is destined, everything else is changing subtly.”
“There is one more thing which is also destined.” Song Yan met Xia Lin’s suspicious look and continued, “My love for you.”
When the car drove to the beach, the tide hadn’t completely receded and a faint light appeared at the place where the sea and sky lined up, indicating that the time of the upcoming sunrise is quite accurate.
Song Yan stopped the car. He glanced at Xia Lin and found that Xia Lin had fallen asleep at some point.
His face was very peaceful. His head tilted slightly to the left, hair hanging down to cover his eyes, the outline of the chin outlined by the shimmer was a little thin, and the lips slightly opened and closed with his gentle breathing.
Song Yan stared at Xia Lin’s lips for a long time. He still clearly remembered Xia Lin’s appearance in the previous life. His red cheeks, the watery corners of his eyes, and delicate lips. He’s so gorgeous that people can’t move their eyes away from him.
At that time, Xia Lin was very open about love affairs. Song Yan can’t hold it all the time and he could fight for 300 rounds in one night.
After rebirth, Xia Lin rejected him from the beginning and he became very cold. There was no trace of gorgeousness anymore.
But the moment Song Yan just looked at his faint lips, he’s hooked and his whole body felt too hot.
“Xia Lin…”
Song Yan leaned slightly, approached Xia Lin, and tentatively called out.
Xia Lin did not respond so Song Yan got closer and whispered: “Xia Lin, if you don’t open your eyes again, I will kiss you.”
Xia Lin still had no response.
Song Yan took a deep breath and cautiously moved closer to Xia Lin’s lips. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked Xia Lin’s lips gently.
Under the dawn of the early morning, Xia Lin’s lips exude a pale pink luster. It was a very light color, like an unmanned virgin sending him a secret and seductive invitation.
Song Yan’s heartbeat began to accelerate and sweat leaked out of his hands. His Adam’s apple moved up again subconsciously. He then licked Xia Lin’s lips again.
Just as he was about to stop, a hand gently hooked on the back of his neck. Xia Lin opened his lips slightly, sticking out the tip of his tongue in response to his kiss.
The only sensible string in Song Yan’s brain broke.
He held the back of Xia Lin’s head and increased the pressure between his lips. Their breath immediately entangled together. It’s hard to separate.
