Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Such a carefree day ended on a very ordinary night. Lian Qingyang walked in, swinging his key chain and humming a song, turned on the light, and when he turned around and saw Zuo Yanchen sitting on the sofa, he felt as if he was in another world.

He stuffed the key ring into his pocket, stopped and stood up straight with his hands behind his back, feeling embarrassed and guilty as if he had been caught. "Hahaha, you're still awake?"

"Yeah, I just got back." Zuo Yanchen stretched out his finger to light up the phone on the table. His dark eyes looked at Lian Qingyang, his eyes unfathomable. "Drinking and driving?"

Lian Qingyang was silent for a moment, then chuckled twice and said, "How could that be? I called a designated driver. Um, you came back quite early today."

Zuo Yanchen frowned and said noncommittally: "I've been busy with inspections these past few weeks, so I came back a little late. I won't do that again in the future."

Lian Qingyang nodded quickly, emphasizing, "It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to explain it to me so clearly. We can live our own lives anyway."

"That's right, at least that's what you think." Zuo Yanchen tried to meet Lian Qingyang's gaze, but he always avoided it. He could only stare at his face. "Lian Qingyang, but I'm not. Since we're already married, it's based on my feelings for you. So I obey your decision, but that doesn't mean I can watch you hurt yourself. You said it yourself, you do this every night?"

Lian Qingyang wanted to deny it, feeling wronged, but he really did, so he held his head high like a stubborn warrior: "Okay, I admit, I haven't accepted that I'm already married, so I'm trying to let my free soul fly..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a cold voice: "You are indulging yourself in decadence, allowing yourself to escape, and giving up on your own progress."

"Well, it's getting late. President, please stop using words like that. You still have to go to work tomorrow!"

Zuo Yanchen stared at Lian Qingyang in silence for a long while, then finally stood up and said, "Make sure to go to bed early and get up early from now on. Forget about today. I will get off work on time tomorrow night and go home. I hope to see you at home."

Lian Qingyang nodded obediently, and after watching Zuo Yanchen go upstairs, he made a face at his back, swaggered back to the bedroom with his hands shaking, took a quick shower, went to bed, and opened the mobile game.

He doesn't want to sleep yet, his nightlife has just begun!

As a result, just after starting a game, there was a knock on the door, followed by a low voice: "Lian Qingyang, go to bed quickly, otherwise I don't mind coming in and watching you sleep."

Lian Qingyang muted his phone when he heard the knock on the door. He just curled his lips when he heard the threat and continued playing the game on silent. After the outsiders said this, it became quiet. Lian Qingyang was focused on the game and didn't pay attention to the movement outside.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the game was over, the door was pushed open. Lian Qingyang stuffed his phone under the pillow. A tall black shadow walked in and stood beside Lian Qingyang's bed.

He didn't even have time to lie down, and sat on the bed in a daze. In the dim room, he could only see the outline of the man. Lian Qingyang looked up and muttered, "You came in and didn't say anything. Are you sleepwalking?"

I don’t know how Zuo Yanchen pinched his chin so accurately. His slightly cool fingertips touched the warm skin. The interaction of temperatures made Lian Qingyang’s heart tremble, and he was a little at a loss.

“W-what are you doing?”

The person in front of him maintained this posture for a while before withdrawing his hand. In the quiet air, only a very light sigh could be heard. As if to coax him helplessly, he whispered, "Can you go to bed obediently? Staying up late is bad for your health."

Refusing to admit that he was indeed bewitched by the voice, and automatically completing Zuo Yanchen's face in his mind, Lian Qingyang's cheeks flushed, and he said stubbornly: "What do you know? Staying up late is a slow death, but it is also a kind of happiness!"

Noticing that the other party seemed to be suppressing his emotions, Lian Qingyang decided to be more sensible: "But then again, I don't really feel like having a good time today. I'm going to sleep now. You should go back soon."

As he spoke, Lian Qingyang quickly lay down, pulled over a thin blanket that was rolled up beside him, and hurriedly spread it out to cover himself. After wrapping himself up, he closed his eyes and lay motionless.