Xia Lin really panicked, and while struggling, he kept begging: "Song Yan, let me go, you go to Yu Luotong, I beg you to let me go."
Song Yan's face was terrible, and he said nothing. He restrained Xia Lin's hands, then lowered his head and bit his lips.
Xia Lin twisted his body vigorously, trying to get rid of the shackles of the other party, but at the moment he was pressured by Song Yan and he fell into the soft sofa, and there was no room for struggle.
Song Yan bit him fiercely, until Xia Lin exhaled pain, and the bloody ambiguity penetrated between the teeth of both sides, Song Yan suddenly recovered from the frenzy, his mouth was loose, his eyes showed pity and annoyance, and then he stuck out the tip of his tongue. , Gently licked the wound on his lips, while licking it intermittently: "Xia Lin, I'm sorry, I hurt you? Don't you struggle so hard, if you cooperate, I will treat you well, I will As gentle as possible..."
Xia Lin almost wanted to cry without tears, he was a bit confused whether it was the one in the previous life or the one in this life who now dominates Song Yan's body, or whether the personalities of the two generations are constantly wrestling with each other, and each has its own victory. Negative, so that his external emotions are sometimes calm and sometimes crazy.
While Song Yan's actions were no longer arrogant, Xia Lin had to persuade him: "Song Yan, you let me go first. Let's talk, can we?"
"Don't let go," Song Yan seemed to think of something. Feeling wronged like a child, "The last time you fooled me like this, you promised to wait for me, but as soon as I woke up, you changed your mind, and you were about to owe me nothing, this time I said I won't believe you anymore!"
Xia Lin was blocked by him for a while and had nothing to say. But can you blame him? If Song Yan suddenly remembered the things of his previous life, he wouldn't be forced to change his mind.
Song Yan now is no longer the Song Yan who only loves himself, he has already tasted all the grievances and pains of being a spare child in his last life, and he doesn't want to live the same life and repeat the same mistakes.
Song Yan took advantage of his trance, licking and changed to kissing, invading his mouth with an extremely domineering gesture, while holding his two wrists with one hand and sticking into his clothes with the other.
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don't know how long it took, Xia Lin slowly opened his eyes and found himself curled up sideways on a clean bed.
Scorching pain continued to come from behind, but perhaps because of some medicine, the occasional cooling sensation made his pain less unbearable.
The surrounding furnishings are very strange, Xia Lin remembered for a long time, only to remember that he should be still in Song Yan's apartment, but the place where he lay was changed from the sofa to the bed.
The ribbon on the wrist has been untied, leaving traces of strangulation after exertion. He wanted to get up with his arms, and then the soreness of his whole body made him fall again.
"Are you awake?" Song Yan lay against his back, and when he saw that he was moving, he hurriedly protected his body and said, "Don't get up in a hurry, lie down for a while, and tell me what you want. "
Xia Lin was so angry that he didn't want to look back at him: "I want to go back to City B, immediately, right away."
Song Yan stopped speaking.
Xia Lin continued: "Song Yan, do you have a conscience? I took a leave of absence and came to take care of you all night, so you treat me like this?"
"I want to be nice to you," Song Yan bowed his head behind him smooth and white. He kissed his back gently, and said softly, "I want to be nice to you for the rest of my life, but you don't want it. I know I will make you very angry when I do this, but what can I do? If I don't catch you anymore, I'll... never have a chance."
Xia Lin turned to face him: "Song Yan, open your eyes and see clearly, I am Xia Lin, not Yu Luotong!"
Song Yan avoided his sight: " I know that you are not Luo Tong."
"Didn't you say that you love him so much that you can't wait to die for him? Now Yu Luotong is about to follow David to go abroad, why don't you chase him back? You are with me. What are you doing here?"
Song Yan sighed: "I did love Luo Tong, but... it's impossible for me and him. In this life, I just want to treat you well."
Xia Lin suddenly sneered: "In the last life you thought he was dead, you barely made do with me for a few years; then in this life, you know that he never liked you from the beginning, and you and him are no longer possible. So you are going to hold on to me, don't you? In your eyes, Xia Lin deserves to be a substitute for Yu Luotong, right?"
"No..." Song Yan panicked and didn't know how to argue.
But seeing Xia Lin's face full of anger, tears almost burst into his eyes: "Song Yan, I didn't really hate you until I died in my last life, because everything is my own self-care. But in this life, I beg you to let me go. Don't make me hate you!"