Don't Want To See You In The Next Life (Volume1)

Chapter 31

Xia Lin was still trapped in the love of his last life, unable to extricate himself, but Song Yan was already drunk to a new height. 

After a while, Song Yan climbed to the top of the stone pier to sing in the wind, and then squatted at Xia Lin's feet and grabbed his trouser legs. Song Yan said pitifully, "Xia Lin, don't ignore me..."

Xia Lin feels that this will continue for a long time. He was afraid that it would be endless so he raised his voice and said, "Zhou Shuo, come here." 

Zhou Shuo ran over soon after receiving the instruction and helped Xia Lin put Song Yan up gently, and asked, "Second Young Master, what should I do?"

"What else can we do, send him home." Xia Lin said as he walked out carrying Song Yan, "Fvck, he's dead." 

Song Yan was lying on Xia Lin's shoulders like a pile of mud, still muttering something vaguely in his mouth.

Xia Lin couldn't hear well and didn't intend to listen. Song Yan said it several times but couldn't get a response. 

Suddenly, he was angry, and pulled Xia Lin's head with one hand, and kissed him hard on his cheek.

Xia Lin was suddenly assaulted and he was a little confused for an instant. He remembered that Song Yan shouldn't bend so fast in this life, so how could he kiss him? 

Song Yan succeeded in pressing Xia Lin to the side of the concrete wall, using his whole weight to suppress the other person's hands and feet, and at the same time, he held his face with both hands, gnawing on his face without any means.

Everything happened so fast that Zhou Shuo was frozen on the spot. 

Xia Lin only felt a strong scent of alcohol on his face, sticky saliva smeared his face, and also sealed his nose and mouth, making him almost out of breath.

He turned his face vigorously, opened his mouth to breathe, and immediately felt Song Yan stick his tongue in. 

"Fvck..." Xia Lin has the heart of his ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

He began to struggle with all his might, and while struggling, he shouted, "Zhou Shuo, you are addicted to becoming a decoration? Don't you know how to pull him away from me?" 

"Ah? Oh." Zhou Shuo regained consciousness afterward and hurriedly ran up to pull Song Yan away from Xia Lin.

Xia Lin wiped his face with his sleeve embarrassedly and found that the guy's lips is swollen.

He hadn't figured out what expression he was going to react to Song Yan's sudden and strong kiss.

He saw Song Yan with his arms on his hips and laughed triumphantly: "Well, Xia Lin, I can kiss a man too. What's so great about being gay. Isn't it just a man? I will too!"

Xia Lin instantly had the urge to throw him to the ground and step on his feet. 

"Yes, you can?" Xia Lin snarled at him, "Do you think homosexuality is a playhouse? You have the ability to take off your pants and let me go!"

"Second Young Master," Zhou Shuo was a little frightened. 

Since childhood, he had never seen such a sturdy side of Xia Lin. He subconsciously tightened his hold on Song Yan and quickly explained, "He just got confused and didn't know himself. He doesn't know what he's doing. "

In fact, Xia Lin didn't know that Song Yan was talking drunk. It's just that this bastard successfully evoked his terrible memories of the past. Suddenly, Xia Lin wanted to abolish him. 

At this time Song Yan was not afraid to stick to death. Xia Lin unceremoniously kicked him to the ground, let out a sigh of relief, and said bitterly: "I'm so crazy that I came here for your entertainment . . ."

Zhou Shuo looked at Song Yan who was lying on the ground, crying and laughing. 

Xia Lin said again: "Zhou Shuo, you call Uncle Teng up, and then you two are responsible for sending him home. I don't care about him from here."

Zhou Shuo asked cautiously, "What about you, Young Master?" 

"Me? Go home! Review!" 

Zhou Shuo thought for a while and nodded. This answer is fine.