Originally, Zhao Chongbin and the other seven were still reflecting on themselves in the depressed mood of the defeat. However, the next second they saw Qin Zhan walking over and rolling up his sleeves, as if he was about to get started.
Song Ye also stood there and stared at each other, with a solemn and murderous look on his face, saying that falling in love was definitely impossible.
"Everyone, stand down." Seeing that the seven people had no discernment, Song Ye had no choice but to calmly clear the place.
After realizing it later, Zhao Chongbin became excited and quickly stood under the firelight. The seven of them pressed against the wall and regarded themselves as torches.
Song Ye didn't have time to talk to them anymore. His eyes were fixed on the man's strong figure. He felt that it was just an appetizer and he had warmed up just enough to start fighting.
Song Ye's memory only contained a few quick moves between the two in the hotel room the night they first met. Qin Zhan was reluctant to make a move, and she had always been curious about the other party's strength.
The memory of the real battle between Qin Zhan and Song Ye was in the abandoned prison a year ago. Song Ye was injured at that time and was eager to escape. He also didn't have enough fun in the fight.
Today, it is rare that both sides are in good condition, and both sides are eager to try.
Who is better, the top killer trained by Higanka or the leader of the famous Chinese special operations team Eagle Team
At the moment when the two of them were fighting, Zhao Chongbin and the other seven couldn't help but hold their breath. They watched the two of them go back and forth with each other, each punch making a dull sound, and each kick making a loud sound. A piece of wind blew up.
Qin Zhan is tall, but his muscles are very tough, his response speed is also very fast, and his moves are very practical and can kill with one blow.
Song Ye, on the other hand, was flexible in his movements and was a master at concealing his aura. His techniques were tricky, and he also focused on practical combat techniques. The two sides fought together, and they fought for an hour continuously without any distinction.
After a long battle, it entered a state of continuous stalemate. Qin Zhan may not have experienced such a sweaty battle for a long time, and Song Ye also enjoyed the pleasure of meeting his opponent.
Finally, when the fire was put out, light and shadow passed across Song Ye's eyes. Sweat accidentally seeped into her eyes. She blinked subconsciously and her movements were a beat slower.
However, Qin Zhan succeeded in catching a loophole in the gap between the beats. His wrists and shoulders were controlled at the same time, and he pressed back with his standard grappling hand. He suppressed Song Ye with a fierce force and prevented him from moving.
Song Ye frowned and used his flexibility to spin and kick the opponent's knee. No matter how strong your muscles were, they couldn't withstand the nerve stimulation.
Qin Zhan also frowned immediately. His fingertips accidentally touched Song Ye's neck and found that it was already wet. With a thought in his heart, he pressed his body towards Song Ye.
The floor had been cleaned and was very clean, but it was still cold in the winter. If Qin Zhan hadn't put his hand under Song Ye to take care of her, Song Ye wouldn't have noticed that this man was playing tricks.
"Get started." Song Ye moved the corners of his mouth and issued a silent warning.
The two of them had just finished fighting, and their body temperature and breathing had not yet adjusted. Qin Zhan felt that he was a stove, and Song Ye was a stove with its own fragrance. Moreover, his face was still red, and it felt quite good to have it pressed against him. Of course he couldn't get up if he could take advantage of him at this time. Not only could he not get up, he still had the heart to do something else.
Glancing at the seven people standing at the base of the wall, Qin Zhan ordered in a deep voice: "Cover your eyes."
Perhaps he was too majestic, and several people were too shocked by the sudden change in painting style to react, so they subconsciously covered their eyes and swallowed at the same time. They would not hear anything later. - It's inappropriate for you to make any noise.
Song Ye looked at the deep gaze of the man next to her, staring closely at her lips. She unconsciously twitched the corners of her lips. The moment the other man lowered his head, she blocked it with her hand, turned her head and shouted coldly: "Everyone, get out."
"Yes." Zhao Chongbin and the other seven were already blushing and couldn't stay any longer. They were serious singles who hadn't married yet, and they really didn't want to be stuffed with dog food.
And Song Ye had no interest in performing live broadcast in front of her men. When the door closed, she narrowed her eyes and flashed a dangerous signal. She moved her feet and ran directly under the man. She didn't mean to hurt anyone, but Want to force him away.
Unfortunately, Qin Zhan was already on guard. He changed his angle, clamped his legs together to remove Song Ye's attack, and grabbed his two slender wrists directly above his head.
"You're too careful." Song Ye looked at him coldly, biting her back molars as she spoke. She had a hundred ways to get this smelly exile off her body.
"I guess you can't bear it." Qin Zhan lowered his eyes, still maintaining a serious look on his face, and even his tone was as calm as if he was giving out a training task on the school field. Unfortunately, speaking and doing things at this time are completely different styles.
Song Ye couldn't help but blush under such a deep and persistent gaze. He didn't know whether he was stopped by the other party or because he was worried about something, so he simply turned away and didn't look at him.
Qin Zhan let out a deep laugh, lowered his head again, and placed his mouth on the tip of her red ear without any obstruction, while still asking, "Did it hurt you just now?"
Pain naturally refers to the friction during the fight.
But under this situation, no matter how slow Song Ye was, he couldn't help but have some wild thoughts. He knew that this guy did it on purpose, so he kept silent and ignored her.
"Haha... brat..." As if he had stepped into a cunning hunter's trap, the man's low laugh accompanied by his warm breath blew into his ears, tickling as if it could penetrate deep into his bones.
Calling her a kid at this time made Song Ye imagine how she used to be a woman disguised as a man. She looked sideways at the man on her body, her voice was a little hoarse, "You did the same to me when I was your younger brother. "?" Kiss if you want, hug if you want to hug.
"No." Qin Zhan came over, with a smile that cherished the good memories, and a hint of cunning. When he came to Song Ye's lips, he said in a low voice: "I used to come here secretly, but now I come here openly. of."
"You... um..." The next words were immediately blocked. Song Ye stared at the man in front of her. Later, Leng Qing was no longer there. Her wrist climbed onto his shoulder. She looked a little drunk under the man's guidance. But he couldn't help but sigh.
She is not a person who clings to the past, but at this moment in the man's arms, she really wants to retrieve the memories that belonged to the two of them.
As the sun sets, the room is dyed with a layer of red clouds on the screen window, falling on a pair of figures embracing each other affectionately.
But at this moment, the Qin family was already caught in a huge storm. A dull and depressing atmosphere condensed over the entire Qin Mansion. No one dared to make the slightest sound inside or outside the house.
Qi Ker secretly hid aside and looked at the piece of paper on the table in shock, unbelievable that Qin Zhan would do such a thing.