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

Not because the floor was too hard and uncomfortable, but because. The person he likes is close at hand, but he can see but not eat.

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

Xia Lin did not answer him.

Song Yan crept onto the bed, leaned over 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, and suddenly the quilt was lifted, revealing half of Xia Lin's head.

"Song Yan, do you know why I finally agreed to let you in?"

Song Yan was startled: "Why?"

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

Song Yan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and as he retreated to the bedside, he said, "Hey, calm down, talk to me if you have something to say!"

"I wanted to talk to you well too, but ask yourself, have you ever spoken the truth?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt the bedboard under him shake.

Xia Lin was still sitting firmly, Song Yan knelt on one foot on the edge of the bed, stumbled suddenly, and suddenly fell down, his head slammed on the corner of the bed, and he grinned in pain.

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

Xia Lin sat still, just staring at Song Yan.

"Let's go!" Song Yanhuo shouted in a hurry.

"You...can you feel it?"

"It's so obvious, how can you not feel it? Look at how I fell... hess!" Song Yan covered her forehead, which had been swollen from being hit, and as she spoke, she wanted to come over and drag Xia Lin again.

Xia Lin calmly let go of his hand: "This is not an earthquake."

Song Yan was startled: "No?"

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

Song Yan was frightened and waited for a while, but she didn't feel any more shocks.

"Then this was 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 for a moment, and asked, "This is the first time you have encountered such a situation?"

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

Xia Lin did not speak any more, but fell into deep thought for a long time.

In the seventeen years before his rebirth, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation. But since he was reborn, he has met four times in more than four years, and each time the cycle is shorter than each time, especially this time, it has been less than a month since the time he met in the bar.

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

He suddenly leaked an unspeakable fear from the bottom of his heart. Could it be that these unusual "earthquakes" were closely related to his and Song Yan's rebirth?

Song Yan didn't know what Xia Lin was thinking, and he waited quietly for a while, making sure that there would not be another earthquake, and his tense nerves were completely relaxed.

But then the pain on the forehead became heart-wrenching.

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

Xia Lin didn't do anything, got up and turned on the wall lamp, let Song Yan put his head close, gently brushed his hair, and sure enough he saw a red and swollen bump.

"There's no bleeding, but it's a little swollen." Xia Lin's cold voice finally softened, "You can bear it, I'll go to the refrigerator and get some ice cubes for you to apply."

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

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

"Don't let it go." Song Yan threw Xia Lin onto the bed and pushed him down.

Xia Lin sensed Song Yan's intention and immediately stretched out a hand to reach under the pillow, but Song Yan moved faster than him. 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 all the way.

Xia Lin lost his self-defense weapon and immediately started punching and kicking, but Song Yan took advantage of his stature to defuse his resistance, and whispered in Xia Lin's ear, "Don't be afraid, Xia Lin, I won't be strong tonight. It's your Xia family, I don't dare to give me ten more courage."

"Then why don't you just get off me!"

"Xia Lin, I just miss you so much, you know, I often dream that I'm kissing you," he whispered softly, while sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking every inch of Xia Lin's skin, "kiss your skin. Your eyebrows, your eyes, your nose and lips, your Adam's apple and collarbone, and your..."

...

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

"Don't be nervous," Song Yan mumbled, "I don't want to fuck you, I just want to make you comfortable."