Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang looked at the man's back, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not try to break free from the arm that was on his shoulder.

Five glasses of fruit wine were ordered, and Lian Qingyang drank four of them. Zuo Yanchen sipped the remaining glass, and half of it was snatched away by Lian Qingyang who drank it in one gulp. The amount in each glass was not too much. The lower third of the palm-high glass had a thick bottom, which would look good after pouring liquid in and serve as a decoration.

After drinking the last of the wine, Lian Qingyang's face was already stained with a thin layer of red. He leaned against the sofa, the hem of his shirt had curled up slightly with his movement, his eyelashes trembled, and his originally clear pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his eyes staring at Zuo Yanchen were a little distracted.

He suddenly smiled, grabbed Zuo Yanchen's hand at his side, and gently pulled it. The man moved closer due to the force. Lian Qingyang raised his face, squinted his eyes, and met the man's gaze closely. He said quietly and seriously: "You are mine."

The hot breath from his mouth carried the aroma of fermented fruit, instantly invading the air between the two of them. Zuo Yanchen's other hand was placed behind Lian Qingyang's back. He nodded and repeated, "I am yours."

Lian Qingyang curled his lips after receiving the response, and lowered his gaze to the thin lips in front of him. He stared at them for a while, then raised his eyelashes and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

"No!" A voice came from the side, stopping them. The two men who were about to touch face to face turned their heads to look over. The waiter who had just spoken was standing a few steps away. Seeing them looking over, he leaned over slightly and said, "I'm sorry, gentlemen. I know you're in a hurry, but we have a clear rule that inappropriate behavior is prohibited here."

Lian Qingyang rolled his eyes, digesting this for a long time before asking, "Is it not okay even if we are legal?"

"If you're legal, please go home, we're a legitimate green bar here!"

Zuo Yanchen stood up and picked up Lian Qingyang horizontally. After apologizing to the waiter, he steadily left the bar.

After putting Lian Qingyang in the back seat of the car and turning on the air conditioner, Zuo Yanchen called Lao Zhang to make sure he would arrive in about half an hour.

After hanging up the phone, Zuo Yanchen also got into the back seat of the car. Lian Qingyang leaned on the side with his eyes closed. The redness on his face became more and more obvious. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and stared at Zuo Yanchen.

Reaching out and pulling Lian Qingyang into his arms, Zuo Yanchen placed his forehead against his and asked softly, "Can I kiss you now?"

Lian Qingyang didn't answer, but just closed his eyes and put his lips forward. The car instantly became quiet, and even the sound of the air conditioner's air could be heard, mixed with the almost inaudible sound of water, which became louder as time passed.

Perhaps because he had suppressed his emotions for too long, Zuo Yanchen couldn't control himself for a moment and even put his fingers under the hem of the person in his arms, and his fingertips touched the slightly cold delicate skin.

As if awakened by this, Lian Qingyang struggled to pull out his hand that was sandwiched between the two of them, trying to push away the person who was making him breathless, but he was unable to do so because of the tightly clasped waist and firmly grasped neck, and could only continue to be forced to endure this kiss that was almost depriving him of oxygen.

Fortunately, Zuo Yanchen withdrew his lips after a few seconds, and the hand that was holding the back of her neck slid down to her back to gently soothe her. He tried his best to suppress the impulse in his body, but as if he was not satisfied, he pressed a kiss on Lian Qingyang's rosy lips, and then quietly waited for the reaction to subside and for Lao Zhang to arrive.

When Lao Zhang arrived, Lian Qingyang was already sleeping soundly with Zuo Yanchen's gentle and patient back caress. He didn't even notice that he was being carried to a new car. Lao Zhang was a little surprised to see this scene, but after glancing at his master's happy expression, he was no longer curious and drove the two home at a steady speed.

As for how the other car came back, Lian Qingyang later remembered to ask Zuo Yanchen, and the answer he got was that Lao Zhang dropped the two people off and then took a taxi back and drove back.

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It was almost the end of the year when Lian Qingyang received the next message from Xia Xiaoxin. At that time, Lian Qingyang was curled up on the sofa and was talking to Zuo Yanchen on the phone about what to eat in the evening. Today was Zuo Yanchen's birthday, and Lian Qingyang vowed that he could cook the dinner himself.

His life in the past six months was quite meaningful. He suddenly had the idea of ​​learning to drive, not to mention the fact that he crashed and scrapped three training cars. He also learned to cook by watching videos when he was bored. As the chief taster, Zuo Yanchen said that although the food was not tasty, it was edible. Lian Qingyang did not waste much food, but it caused him a lot of trouble, and he had a glorious achievement that landed him in the hospital three times.

In addition, Lian Qingyang also tried live streaming to chat with netizens, but after a long time he gave up because he was too lazy to do it regularly. Of course, he would still do it when he was in the mood. Now the frequency is basically maintained at once every two weeks, but the accuracy of this frequency cannot be guaranteed.

If he and Zuo Yanchen have different opinions, he will also start a live broadcast to let everyone choose sides. The general audience will complain that they are showing their love by quarreling. Lian Qingyang is often embarrassed by this, but he enjoys it.

"Let's not talk about it for now. Wait for me to prepare a big meal for you in the evening!" When Lian Qingyang saw the message, he sat up from the sofa, said something to Zuo Yanchen, and hung up the phone.

Xia Xiaoxin only sent one sentence saying that he was back.

Lian Qingyang quickly made a voice call, but the call was instantly cut off by the other party. He immediately walked to the entrance, put on his coat, and just changed one shoe when the doorbell rang.

He had no choice but to go and open the door in one slipper. Outside the door was Xia Xiaoxin, who had not been heard from for a long time. He was wearing a black down jacket that went below his knees, and a beige scarf that was worn a little sloppily, as if he had just put it on. He tucked the part that was covering his face to his chin, revealing a rosy face, which was completely different from the tired, haggard and pale look that Lian Qingyang had imagined. After all, anyone would have thought too much about it after not being able to contact him for so long.

Xia Xiaoxin straightened her messy hair, stamped her feet, and urged the stunned Lian Qingyang, "Come in quickly, Qingyang. I'm a little cold."

"Oh, okay, come in quickly. I still have the slippers you bought last time. Wait for me while I get them!" Lian Qingyang quickly turned around and went in. Xia Xiaoxin followed him in and saw the drastically changed living room at a glance.

After changing his shoes, he took off his coat and scarf and hung them up. He quickly walked into the living room, looking around and saying, "Good for you. You actually bought so many strange and bizarre things. It seems that your husband has been very tolerant of you in the past six months when I was away."

Lian Qingyang walked over and sat down, grabbing an alpaca and holding it in his arms. His eyes were fixed on Xia Xiaoxin, who was walking around everywhere. He said in a muffled voice, "Where have you been for the past six months? Did your second brother really kidnap you abroad?"

Xia Xiaoxin had seen enough and sat down next to Lian Qingyang. He also took an alpaca and held it in his arms. He stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Lian Qingyang, correcting him: "Xia Zhili is not my second brother now. He said that he was not registered in the Xia family's household registration book a long time ago."

"Oh? So what are you like now?" Lian Qingyang had already guessed something, but seeing the blush on Xia Xiaoxin's face growing stronger, he couldn't help but tilt his head and ask.