Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

As if falling into a whirlpool, Lian Qingyang suddenly came back to his senses and tried his best to struggle out of this state. He stretched out a hand to push away, but Zuo Yanchen, who was getting into the mood, gently grabbed his wrist.

In a hurry, he raised his hand and grabbed Zuo Yanchen's hair, using a little strength to grab a handful of hair and pull it out. Zuo Yanchen didn't expect him to do this, and was easily pulled back. Then the hand on his head retracted. Zuo Yanchen let go and covered his aching scalp, looking at Lian Qingyang in astonishment.

"I didn't mean to do that... No, why did you sneak attack me!" Lian Qingyang withdrew his hand and touched his numb lips. He was a little dazed as it was his first time being kissed. The touch of lips was the most alluring. It was his first time experiencing it, so he couldn't help but be fascinated by this feeling. However, when Zuo Yanchen tried to pry open his lips, his heart trembled, and a strange feeling came over him, accompanied by a dizziness that made his head feel dizzy.

Zuo Yanchen put down his hands that were covering his head, was silent for a moment, then stood up and went upstairs.

Lian Qingyang followed him, and only after he went upstairs did he wonder, "I was the one being molested, so why does he look so offended?"

At dinner time, Zuo Yanchen's expression returned to normal, and he naturally went to the kitchen to cook. Lian Qingyang did not return to the bedroom. He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room watching TV. He tilted his head and noticed Zuo Yanchen's movements, so he put on his slippers and followed him.

Zuo Yanchen dealt with the ingredients taken out of the refrigerator without saying a word, as if he didn't see Lian Qingyang. Lian Qingyang was very sharp-eyed and immediately noticed the red color on his ears.

He poked Zuo Yanchen's lower back and chuckled, "Hey! You were the one who kissed me first, why are you being so shy now?"

The warm fingertips touched the skin at the lower back through the clothes, causing Zuo Yanchen to pause. He said nothing, but just pursed his lips tighter, as if he was enduring something.

Lian Qingyang, however, never tires of this. He lowered his head and poked at the spot he had been in before: "Come on, what are we having for dinner tonight? How about I cook the rice? Or you teach me how to stir-fry?"

The rebellious hand was held, Zuo Yanchen coughed lightly, his voice a little hoarse: "Stop making trouble, do you have something to tell me?"

Lian Qingyang held his breath slightly, trying to suppress his suddenly noticeable heartbeat. He frowned at what he heard and spoke righteously, "Look at what you said. Am I that kind of person? However, I do want to tell you something. It's not a big deal, but it depends on how you look at it."

"Yeah." Zuo Yanchen shook the washed vegetables towards the sink, put them on the chopping board and cut them into pieces. While busy with his work, he would also keep some attention on Lian Qingyang.

Lian Qingyang followed behind like a clingy insect, ready to go on as long as he got a response. He felt that he was just letting Zuo Yanchen know to avoid being called to check on him. "Next weekend, a good friend of mine is getting married. Really, and they want me to be the best man. There might be some drinking, but how about you pick me up then?"

As the processed dishes were put into the pot, even with the range hood on, the smell of oil smoke was inevitable on the clothes. Zuo Yanchen skillfully stir-fried the dishes in the pot, turned sideways and pushed Lian Qingyang with his free hand: "Get out first, it's too fumes here."

Lian Qingyang didn't get a reply, so he walked out reluctantly and angrily took out his mobile phone to order a smokeless pot.

Zuo Yanchen's cooking didn't stop his thoughts from wandering. He could sense that Lian Qingyang wasn't averse to his approach. Some of his actions were subconscious, always tinged with trust and dependence. But why? Was this just the way Lian Qingyang treated people? Once they became familiar with each other, he took any intimate contact for granted? But he had also carefully observed Xia Xiaoxin during her few days here. They always maintained a certain distance.

The scene I saw on a rainy day emerged in my mind. When Lian Qingyang was chatting with his friend sitting next to him, even though they were holding umbrellas, there was still a certain amount of space between them.

His movements were completely mechanical. He had a perfect grasp of the amounts of various seasonings, and soon a dish that was both delicious and fragrant came out of the pot. Lian Qingyang had been waiting at the kitchen door. When he saw Zuo Yanchen put the dish on the plate, he immediately went in to take it.

"I'll do it, I'll do it, you continue."

When their fingers touched, Zuo Yanchen raised his eyes to look at Lian Qingyang, but saw that his expression was normal, all his attention was on the plate in his hand, without any expression on his face.

In fact, they have been living like this in recent days, as ordinary as if they had been lovers for many years. This illusion made Zuo Yanchen feel unreal, but it was undeniable that he was very greedy for this illusion.

After dinner, Zuo Yanchen didn't rush upstairs to work, but sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV. He stared at the TV screen, and his attention was all on Lian Qingyang.

Lian Qingyang had already put away the disinfected dishes and was humming a song while wiping the kitchen counter. Actually, there was nothing much to wipe, but he heard the sound coming from the TV and thought of what happened on the sofa in the afternoon, so he delayed and decided to go out later. Maybe Zuo Yanchen would come upstairs soon.

Time passed minute by minute, and seeing that Lian Qingyang had been in the kitchen for almost ten minutes, Zuo Yanchen simply got up and went to look for him.

"Are you planning on spending the night in the kitchen?"

Lian Qingyang was startled when he suddenly heard a sound behind him. He turned around and said, "How come you walk so quietly? You scared me. You made it so dirty when you cooked. Can't I just clean it up?"

Zuo Yanchen glanced at the shiny, reflective tabletop. Something in his mind struck him as he curled his lips into a faint smile. He walked closer to Lian Qingyang, not speaking until he reached the tabletop. "Want to be a best man at the wedding? Do you want me to pick you up?"

Lian Qingyang held up a rag to block the approach of the person in front of him, swallowed his saliva and lowered his head, saying: "If you don't have time, you don't have to pick me up."

Zuo Yanchen glanced at the rag lying between them, leaned forward slightly, reached out and hooked his hand under Lian Qingyang's chin, lifted it up, and leaned in close to whisper, "Okay, but you have to kiss me back. Two kisses for two."

Lian Qingyang tucked his hands in front of him, staring wide-eyed at the thin lips slowly approaching him. He wanted to tilt his head back, but his chin was pinched, so he couldn't move. The inexplicable emotions in his heart surged up again. He glanced sideways at the kitchen door, raised his hand and threw the rag at Zuo Yanchen's face, which was getting closer and closer. He suddenly raised his head to let his chin loose, and slid to the right, spreading his legs and running out of the kitchen as fast as he could, shouting, "I'm not going anymore, I'm not going anymore! ahh ...

The rag slid down his face to the ground under the influence of gravity. Zuo Yanchen felt a thin layer of oil on his face. He stretched out his fingers to wipe the side of his face, then looked at the smooth oil stains on his fingertips, gritted his teeth, took a few deep breaths, turned his head and shouted: "Lian Qingyang!!"