Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lying in bed at night, Lian Qingyang tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. He listened to Feng Beixiao's regular snoring, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. He always felt that he had forgotten something. He picked up the mobile phone beside the pillow and looked at the time. It was almost twelve o'clock.

Before turning off the screen, he checked the time: today was December 22nd! Lian Qingyang sat up abruptly and turned to look at the bed across from him. Feng Beixiao had stopped snoring immediately after being shaken by him, and he rolled over, still unaware of the situation.

Today seems to be Song Zechen's birthday, but Song Zechen has never mentioned it. Their roommates have asked about it before, but Song Zechen kept silent and changed the subject with a smile.

Normally, Lian Qingyang couldn't have known this, but according to the habits of the previous worlds, Song Zechen's birthday was on this day as expected. Lian Qingyang picked up his phone and opened Song Zechen's chat box. He typed and deleted messages for a few minutes. Seeing that twelve o'clock was approaching, he hurriedly sent out the four words "Happy Birthday".

A crisp notification sound came from the bed opposite, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night. Song Zechen was a light sleeper and was woken up by this sound. After opening his eyes, he first noticed the light from Lian Qingyang's side. Just as he was about to ask softly, the light disappeared. Lian Qingyang was motionless as if he was asleep.

Song Zechen grabbed the phone with annoyance in his eyes. At this time today, the only person who would send him a message should be the person at home. But when he clicked on the message, he saw that it was sent by the person on the bed opposite him. There were only four words.

But how did he know his birthday?

Song Zechen turned off his phone and lay down facing Lian Qingyang again. He was no longer sleepy. Even though there was heating in the room, the cold winter wind still penetrated through the crack in the balcony door. The strands of cold air were not enough to make people feel freezing, but it still made Lian Qingyang shiver inexplicably.

The impulse just now made him too embarrassed to face Song Zechen, but his scattered attention was recalled by the chill, and his body reminded him that it was time to go to the bathroom.

Lian Qingyang didn't take immediate action, and Feng Beixiao started snoring again. Lian Qingyang could only carefully distinguish whether Song Zechen's breathing had slowed down from his snoring.

His body remained stiff for five minutes before he dared to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. The rustling sound during this time was still quite loud even to Lian Qingyang. Fortunately, Feng Beixiao's snoring was loud enough to cover it up a little.

However, the snoring also covered up the sound of Song Zechen getting up. Lian Qingyang still tiptoed into the bathroom at this time, so he naturally didn't notice Song Zechen walking up behind him.

The bathroom door was made of frosted glass, and it was difficult to see clearly in the dark night, so Lian Qingyang didn't close the bathroom door so that he could go out later. The sound of the toilet flushing covered the footsteps behind him. When Song Zechen approached behind him, Lian Qingyang noticed a breath approaching.

He turned around suddenly, and just as he was about to scream, a hand accurately covered his mouth. A warm breath came close to his ear, and Song Zechen whispered in a low voice, "It's me."

As he spoke, he closed the bathroom door with his other hand. Although it was not soundproof, it was better than nothing. Besides, the two people outside slept very soundly at night and would not wake up easily.

Song Zechen put one hand on his shoulder and gently pulled the man in front of him into his arms, trying to stop him from running away. Then he leaned closer to him and asked in a low voice, "How did you know it was my birthday today?"

His prediction wasn't entirely accurate, and when he leaned forward, his lips were facing the side of Lian Qingyang's face. The close proximity caused his lips to brush against Lian Qingyang's cheek as he spoke, a slight but hard-to-notice rubbing. Especially in the darkness, where one's sense of touch is more acute, Lian Qingyang froze as his lips touched his face, not even hearing what Song Zechen was saying.

Song Zechen naturally also noticed the stiffness of the person in his arms. He placed his other hand, which was hanging by his side, on Lian Qingyang's waist and rubbed it slowly to try to make him relax. The warmth of his hand touched Lian Qingyang's waist through his soft and thin pajamas, which made his legs go limp.

Before he fell, the hand on his waist suddenly tightened, and Lian Qingyang subconsciously put his hand on Song Zechen's shoulder, trying to use Song Zechen to support himself to stand.

He had just recovered and had not yet let go of his hand when Song Zechen asked again. This time he leaned close to his ear and asked, which made Lian Qingyang's ears red. Song Zechen considerately put his face next to his, ready to hear his answer.

Lian Qingyang stared into the darkness and soon felt sleepy. He couldn't outlast Song Zechen and muttered, "Today is not your birthday."

Song Zechen understood what he meant and continued to ask: "How do you know that yesterday was my birthday?"

He didn't move until Lian Qingyang answered. The cold wind seemed to drift into the bathroom, causing Lian Qingyang to shiver and wake up. Song Zechen paused, worried that Lian Qingyang would catch a cold if he continued waiting, so he let him go for the time being.

But before he could pull away, Lian Qingyang came up again, snuggled into his arms and whispered, "I feel even colder when you leave."

There was no other way, so Song Zechen half-carried Lian Qingyang and walked to the bed. He watched him cover himself with the quilt before turning around and getting on his own bed.

The two of them had different thoughts and stayed up until one o'clock before they both fell asleep.

But the next morning, Song Zechen went to buy food as usual, and on the way back to the dormitory he received a message from Lian Qingyang.

He clicked on it without hesitation, and the message on the other side read: "Because I like you." It also included an emoji of a peach cat making a heart shape.

Song Zechen stood there in a daze, his hand holding the lunch bag loosened, and the tightly packed breakfast fell directly to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, checked to see if it was broken, and walked towards the dormitory, but his steps became more and more hurried, as if he had a sense of urgency to see his sweetheart.

As she stepped into the dormitory, the dorm manager was just walking out of her room. Even though Song Zechen was wrapped up so tightly, she still called out his name: "Xiao Song, are you buying food for your roommate again?"

Song Zechen kept walking, his voice coming through the mask: "Good morning, Auntie. I went out for a run and just happened to bring back breakfast. Auntie, I'll go upstairs first."

The dormitory auntie responded repeatedly, and only looked away after seeing Song Zechen's figure disappear at the stairs, saying, "Such a tall, handsome, and good young man, I don't know who will get him in the future. Why don't I have a daughter?"

Lian Qingyang sneezed under the covers, touched his forehead, and tucked his hand back under the covers, pulling them up to cover himself: "Isn't it true that I have a fever? I shouldn't have stayed in the bathroom for so long. It's all Song Zechen's fault."

Xiaojiu, who was watching the blurry video from last night, said: …