Xia Lin took over the menu, ordered him a steak set according to Song Yan's taste in memory, ordered some snacks and drinks for himself, and returned the menu to the waiter.

After the waiter exited, Song Yan said dissatisfiedly, "You only eat so much?"

"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 Tuhao just now, weren't you very yin and yang?"

The two looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

After being separated for many years, they finally regained a little familiarity with the bickering and arguing.

Suddenly, Song Yan leaned over slightly and pecked Xia Lin's lips lightly.

Xia Lin's smile suddenly condensed on his face.

Seeing that he didn't resist immediately, Song Yan took advantage of the situation and kissed him again.

This time, he was no longer a tentative probe, but reached out to hold the back of Xia Lin's head, gradually deepening the kiss.

When Xia Lin came back to his senses, he found that he had no room to resist. He was in the 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, relying on his height advantage, Trapped Xia Lin dead in the center, unable to move.

It was only now that he realized that Song Yan had quietly set up a net from the moment he entered the box.

Since the resistance was ineffective, Xia Lin simply gave up the resistance and responded to the changes without changing, to see what tricks Song Yan could play.

Song Yan kissed very emotionally, the eyelashes of her closed eyes trembled slightly, as if she was carefully tasting this hard-won sweetness.

But Xia Lin couldn't resist and didn't respond, which made him feel a little uneasy. He couldn't help wanting to see Xia Lin's expression, but when he opened his eyes, he met Xia Lin's emotionless and warm eyes.

"..." Song Yan suddenly felt an unprecedented setback. His emotions, his infatuation, and his fanaticism, in Xia Lin's opinion, might just be a trivial joke.

Unspeakable anger swelled up after the defeat—why! Why, when I was madly infatuated with you, could you still look at me so coldly and calmly, and laugh at me with your condescending eyes.

Song Yan's breath gradually became chaotic, he suddenly increased the strength in his hand, pressed Xia Lin to force the opponent's lips and teeth, and the tip of his tongue drove straight in, reaching the deepest part of the sweet fragrance, and began to frantically rage and plunder.

Xia Lin was forced to breathe by this wave of strong and arrogant kisses, he finally couldn't help struggling, turned his face and tried his best to push Song Yan away, and cursed bitterly: "Are you crazy, you? Are you kissing me or are you trying to kill me?"

Song Yan was still panting, he ignored Xia Lin's struggles, forcibly pressed the other party into his arms, pressed his chin against the other's shoulder, and whispered in his ear unsteadily: "Xia Lin, what should I do? What do I have to do to make you fall in love with me? I'm going crazy, can you give me a treat?"

Xia Lin was locked in his arms and couldn't move, and asked stubbornly, "What kind of happiness do you want?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then 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 like I've been a little out of whack lately, I don't know why. I thought you had a boyfriend, I was all day I can’t eat and sleep all night, and now that I know you don’t have a boyfriend, I still don’t know how to eat and can’t sleep at night, and I’m afraid you will give me a negative answer after three days.”

"Xia Lin, all the hard work I've put in over the years, there is only one goal, that is to make you look at me, catch you, and give you a happy life that no one can talk about—if you lose this goal, I don't know why I can still 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 exactly am I?"