Everyone has mysophobia.
As if treating that mouth as a substitute for someone, Song Ye rubbed her hands until the back of her hands turned red before throwing the things and getting on the elevator. Qin Zhan was going to check in at the hotel tonight anyway, so she went back to check the hotel's surveillance video to check the location. Say it again.
The elevator reached the sixteenth floor. Song Ye went to the door and swiped the card. He turned the door handle and entered the room. Before he inserted the card into the holder and connected the power supply, he suddenly felt a breath approaching from behind.
who is it.
Song Ye threw out the small decorative bag in his hand with his backhand, and then punched in the direction of the breath. Song Ye, who had undergone potential development surgery and killer training, had skills that few people in the base could find today. Able to outdo others.
Originally, she came to country Z alone to perform a mission. Even if the mission failed, she could at least save one life with her own skills.
But this fight in the dark surprised her, because the other party's kung fu was on par with hers, and the other party obviously knew her moves well and knew that she had strange powers, so Song Ye always had a sense of urgency about being seen through every move he made.
Could it be an acquaintance
Just when Song Ye was about to take the opportunity to turn on the light to see what was going on, the other party took the lead and stopped in front of the booth, holding her little hand and intertwining their fingers, and his generous chest was approaching, trapping her in the wall. Between the moon and the chest.
"Xiaoye, don't be afraid. I just want to know if you are being coerced or if someone is secretly watching you. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." The familiar voice was low and full of magnetism, spraying in your ears. The warm breath beside her was like an electric current stimulating the heart, and the tingling feeling made the whole back feel weak.
"It's you." Song Ye was startled, and then she recognized that the person was Qin Zhan, who had just disappeared. She struggled to get rid of the posture of the two of them, "Let go, if you really know me, you don't need to test like this."
Although the name Xiaoye was indeed half-guessed, for a man with such amazing observation skills, he did not rule out the possibility that his identity was exposed in advance.
"Song Ye." The man did not let go of her hand, but held it tighter during her struggle. His warm lips were close to her ears, calling out over and over again with a shallow sigh. Looking at her, "Song Ye, Song Ye, this is your name."
It was also the name that he had thought about countless times over the past year.
Song Ye... Song Ye... These calls and the familiar tone awakened Song Ye's long-standing memories stored in his sleep. She woke up more than half a year ago and couldn't remember anything except that someone in her dream kept calling her Song Ye.
And the owner of this voice turned out to be the man behind him.
All the struggles stopped with the confirmation of identity. Song Ye was pressed against the wall. He could smell the faint smell of tobacco on the man's body in his breath, the man's rough and wide knuckles, his steady and powerful heartbeat, and his broad moon. The chest, the domineering momentum, everything, now that I think about it carefully, is so familiar and reassuring.
"I don't remember what happened before." In the darkness, she also gave up turning on the light. The heavy breathing of the man made her feel unbearable. Perhaps her disappearance had caused harm to the man.
Therefore, the darkness can retain a trace of dignity for each other and not be so embarrassed.
"I guessed it, it doesn't matter. I wish you could come back." Qin Zhan said, but his hands around Song Ye's waist tightened again and again, wanting to rub him into his arms and into his own bones and blood.
"Well, I'm back." Song Ye put her hand on his arm and comforted him silently. To make such a man feel so turbulent, he must have not had a good life this year. So Song Ye didn't ask any more questions about the remaining matters, and he couldn't bear to ask any more questions.
That night, the man held her tightly in his arms and did not relax at all while sleeping.
Until the early morning sun shines through the gauze curtains and Song Ye wakes up from his deep sleep, the man in front of her is still looking at her with his eyes open, with a serious look, as if he wants to see the world grow old.
"Aren't you sleepy? Let's take a nap." Song Ye raised his hand to cover his eyes. The bloodshot eyes under his eyes proved that he had not slept all night.
"I'm not sleepy." Qin Zhan took her hand and brought it to her mouth. He placed a kiss on her palm. His warm breath hit her palm, which was more heartwarming than any intimate gesture. .
Song Ye's mask had been discarded long ago. When he woke up in the morning, he realized that he could sleep soundly by sleeping in the same bed with Qin Zhan, and he became more and more certain about the relationship between the two.
Even if what you see may not be true and what you hear may not be true, your body’s memory will not lie. Even if she is a friend, she will not let her get close easily, let alone a stranger.
But what she didn't know was that the reason why she was used to these things was because someone repeatedly stole relatives and used the name of brother to trick the exiles.
When the two of them came down to the restaurant for breakfast in the morning, it was already a little late. They chose a seat by the window to dine. The quiet environment was perfect for discussing things while eating.
"How did I disappear?" Regarding the blank memory, Song Ye had too many questions in his mind, and he just randomly picked and asked them like a casual chat.
"You went to the Han family in the capital to avenge Song Yunhua and Tang Yixiao. There was a gas leak and a fire. Then you disappeared. From last winter to now." Qin Zhan's answer was concise and concise. The cause and effect were clearly explained, and it also guided Song Ye's thinking. ideas.
"Song Yunhua and Tang Yixiao, what is my relationship with them?" Song Ye was very curious about the two new people who appeared.
"Song Yunhua and you are unrelated sisters, and Tang Yixiao and you are junior high school classmates and live together with you. The Han family hired someone to assassinate them. Although they were not killed, they were also injured. You went to take revenge out of anger." Qin Zhan continued to explain, but downplayed the description of this hatred, not wanting Song Ye to get too angry.
Song Ye was still completely unfamiliar with these people at this time. After getting to know them initially, she didn't ask too much in detail. The next moment, she pointed her finger at the man opposite, "What about my relationship with you?" , are they lovers or husband and wife?"
Lovers, or husband and wife.
This is the positioning of the relationship between the two in her mind. After all, if the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried, it can't be an extramarital affair.
Qin Zhan was quite satisfied with her illusion, but he seemed to think it was not exciting enough, so he shook his head expressionlessly, "No, we are brothers."
"Brother?" Song Ye really didn't expect it, brother? What kind of answer is this? How could brothers kiss, hug and sleep together? Even if Qin Zhan wanted to have sex last night, she thought it would go smoothly.
But now the other party said that they were not lovers, but brothers.
At this moment, she narrowed her eyes and felt as if she had been tricked.