While Xia Liang was massaging the old lady Xia, in Xia Lin's room, Song Yan was lying on the floor with a quilt.

He could not fall asleep not because the floor is too hard and uncomfortable but because the person he likes is close at hand. He can see him but can't eat him.

After enduring a long while, Song Yan sat up, looked at the silent figure wrapped in the quilt in the dark and tentatively asked: "Xia Lin, are you asleep?"

Xia Lin did not answer him.

Song Yan crept to the bed, leaned to Xia Lin's side, and asked in a low voice: "Xia Lin, can I sleep on the bed?"

Xia Lin's dull voice came from under the quilt: "Go back to the floor and stay there."

"The bed is so big, why do I have to sleep on the floor? Xia Lin..."

He was just raising his hand to touch the quilt when suddenly the quilt was lifted, revealing half of Xia Lin's head.

"Song Yan, do you know why I agreed to let you in the room?"

Song Yan was startled: "Why?"

"Because I kept a dagger under the pillow. If you dare to do something, I will cut you."

Song Yan suddenly broke into a cold sweat and while returning to the bed, he said: "Hey, calm down if you have something to say!"

"I wanted to talk to you well but try to ask yourself, have you ever made sense?"

Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt the bedboard shake under him.

Xia Lin was still sitting firmly. Song Yan knelt on the edge of the bed with one foot, staggered a bit, and suddenly fell down. His head knocked on the corner of the bed.

At the moment, he didn't care about the pain. He quickly got up and grabbed Xia Lin's arm and said, "Quickly go out with me, there is an earthquake!"

Xia Lin sat still, just staring at Song Yan in a daze.

"Go!" Song Yan yelled anxiously.

"You... can you feel it?"

"How come you can't feel it? Isn't it so obvious? You saw me fall!"

Song Yan covered his forehead that had been bumped and swollen and went to grab Xia Lin again.

Xia Lin calmly said: "This is not an earthquake."

Song Yan was startled: "No?"

"If you don't believe me, wait and see."

Song Yan waited for a long time with trepidation but he didn't feel any vibration anymore.

"Then what was that just now?"

Song Yan thought horribly. Is there a problem with Xia Lin's house?

Xia Lin stared at Song Yan and asked, "Is this the first time you have encountered this situation?"

"You said an earthquake? We shouldn't have an earthquake here."

Xia Lin did not speak anymore but fell into deep thought for a long time.

In the seventeen years before his rebirth, he had never encountered such a strange situation. But since he was reborn, he has encountered it four times in more than four years and the cycle is shorter than before, especially the most recent one. It is less than a month from the one encountered in the bar.

In this month's time, the only change that occurred was Song Yan's rebirth.

He suddenly had a trace of unspeakable fear from the bottom of his heart. Can it be said that these unusual "earthquakes" are closely related to his and Song Yan's rebirth?

Song Yan didn't know what Xia Lin was thinking. He waited quietly for a while to make sure that there would not be a second earthquake before his tense nerves were completely relaxed. But then the pain on the forehead became dull.

He clutched his forehead and climbed onto the bed.

He pitifully grabbed Xia Lin's quilt and said, "Xia Lin, it feels so painful. Can you help me see if it is bleeding?"

Xia Lin had no choice but to stand up and turn on the wall lamp, let Song Yan put his head over, and gently pulled his hair away. He saw a red and swollen bump.

"There is no bleeding but it is a bit swollen." Xia Lin's cold voice finally became softer, "You must bear with it first. I will go to the refrigerator to get some ice cubes for you to apply."

He was just about to get up when Song Yan grabbed his waist. He only heard Song Yan coquettishly say with a nasal voice: "Xia Lin, don't go."

Xia Lin took a deep breath. The trace of sympathy that had just risen in his heart suddenly turned into a bubble and he said coldly: "Let go."

"I won't let go." Song Yan threw Xia Lin onto the bed and pressed on him.

Xia Lin sensed Song Yan's intentions and immediately stretched out a hand to reach under the pillow but Song Yan moved faster than him.

He held his hand first, then touched under the pillow, and he felt it.

A dagger with a sheath.

"You really dared to hide this thing under your head," Song Yan said in surprise, "not afraid of being unlucky." Song Yan said, throwing the dagger far away.

Xia Lin had no weapons for self-defense and immediately started punching and kicking but Song Yan relied on his physical superiority to resolve his resistance and leaned close to Xia Lin's ear and whispered: "Don't be afraid, Xia Lin. I won't be rough tonight. We are in your Xia family. I won't dare even if you give me ten more courage."

"Then hurry and roll off me!"

"Xia Lin, I just miss you so much. Do you know, I often dream that I am kissing you," he whispered softly while sticking out his tongue and licking Xia Lin's skin, "Kissing your eyebrows, your eyes, the bridge of your nose and lips, your Adam's apple and collarbone, and your..."

.........

Xia Lin felt his body get hot suddenly and he couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

"Don't be nervous," Song Yan said vaguely, "I'm not going to do anything to you, I just want to make you comfortable."