Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (58)

Xia Lin took the menu and ordered a steak set meal according to Song Yan’s taste in his memory and ordered some snacks and drinks for himself and then returned the menu to the waiter.

After the waiter retreated with their orders, Song Yan said dissatisfiedly: “You just eat like this?”

“Don’t eat too much at night, it will cause indigestion.”

“Tsk tsk, what comes out of the medical school is different.”

“Can you stop being so yin and yang? ”

“When you called me Song Tyrant just now, wasn’t it also a bit yin and yang?”

(Yin and Yang=a concept of dualism)

The two looked at each other and then laughed out loud.

After many years of separation, they finally regained a sense of familiarity from bickering at each other.

Suddenly, Song Yan leaned slightly and pecked at Xia Lin’s lips.

Seeing that he did not immediately resist, Song Yan took advantage of the situation and kissed him again.

This time, he reached out his hand to hold the back of Xia Lin’s head and gradually deepened the kiss.

When Xia Lin came back to his senses, he found that he had no room for resistance.

He was in his current position, with a dining table in front, a sofa in the back, a wall on the left, and Song Yan on the right.

Song Yan took advantage of his height and trapped Xia Lin in the center, unable to move.

He realized at this moment that Song Yan had quietly laid a net of heaven and earth since entering the room.

He was guarded against him but he had accidentally fallen into his trap. Since the resistance was ineffective, Xia Lin simply gave up the resistance and responded in the same way to see what other tricks Song Yan could do.

Song Yan kissed very emotionally.

His eyelashes trembling lightly with his eyes closed, as if carefully savoring the hard-won sweetness

However, Xia Lin’s non-resistance and response made him a little uneasy. He couldn’t help but want to see Xia Lin’s expression but at the moment he opened his eyes, he met Xia Lin’s emotionless and cold eyes.

“…” Song Yan suddenly felt an unprecedented frustration.

His emotion, his infatuation, and his enthusiasm in Xia Lin’s eyes might be just an insignificant joke.

After frustration, there is unspeakable anger!

How can you look at me so coldly and calmly when I am obsessed with you and laugh at me with your condescending eyes?

Song Yan’s breath gradually became chaotic. He suddenly increased the strength in his hand and pressed Xia Lin to forcibly pry open the opponent’s lips.

The tip of his tongue drove straight in, reaching the deepest part of the sweet fragrance and began raging and plundering frantically.

Xia Lin was forced to breathe by this wave of strong and arrogant kiss.

He finally couldn’t help but struggle, turned his face to push Song Yan away with all his strength, and said bitterly, “Are you crazy? Are you kissing me or killing me?”

Song Yan was still gasping for breath. Regardless of Xia Lin’s struggle, he forcibly pushed the opponent into his arms, pressed his chin against the opponent’s shoulders, and whispered in his ear, “Xia Lin, what should I do? What can I do to make you fall in love with me? I’m going crazy, can you give me a good time?”

Xia Lin was locked in his arms, unable to move, and stubbornly asked, “What kind of pleasure do you want?”

Song Yan was silent for a moment and said: “Accept me, or kill me.”

Xia Lin laughed angrily: “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you. I’m begging you. I’m really going crazy…I feel that I’m a little abnormal lately. I don’t know why this is the case. When I thought you had a boyfriend, I can’t eat all day and all night I can’t sleep. Now that I know you don’t have a boyfriend, I still can’t eat and cannot sleep at night. I’m afraid you will give me a negative answer after three days.”

“Xia Lin, all the efforts I have put in for so many years have only one goal. That is to let you look at me in a good light, to chase you, and to give you a happy life— if I lose this goal, I don’t know how to live. What is the meaning of my existence in this world? Xia Lin, tell me, is there any hope for me? In your eyes. . . no, in your heart, what am I?”