I Heard You Like Me Too

A few people came up to persuade them to fight, but they did not dare to step forward resentfully.

The man wanted to say something harsh, Qin Zhan bent his knees against his back, and pressed down a little harder.

Most of the people who work in this industry have some occupational diseases, especially those around the waist. Qin Zhan knew his pain spot, and mischievously crushed it. The pain made him gasp, and his voice was crying, begging for mercy repeatedly. .

"Brother, uncle, I, I'm sorry, adults don't remember villains, please, please..."

Qin Zhan put aside his attention, suddenly pressed heavily, and a shrill cry resounded throughout Heicheng. Everyone raised their heads back in tacit understanding, their brows knit together, and they covered their suffering ears.

He slowly bent down: "Don't provoke me easily, and don't do anything to Qi Yan."

It seems that doing these things is already commonplace.

After being silent for a while, he stood up, his face regained his indifference, and his voice said flatly, "Otherwise, I won't let you go."

After Qin Zhan finished speaking, he walked into the lounge.

Only then did the others gasp for breath, and quickly stepped forward to help the man up.

The man propped himself up and stood up, pressed his back with one hand and rubbed his waist, and gave a sudden pause.

"Is this Qin Zhan a masseuse in his previous life?"

"Why doesn't my back hurt anymore?"

****

The living room was silent, no one was there.

Qi Yan was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting, trying to make his condition look not so bad.

It's hot summer, the air conditioner in the house is blowing the wind rustlingly, the window is shining white, there is no wind and grass, and the sun is so hot that I don't even have the strength to scream.

Hearing a light click at the door, Qi Yan didn't lift his eyes.

"Are you a new agent? There's no play this afternoon, right? Wake me up later."

Qin Zhan closed the door carefully and walked over.

Faintly, something feels wrong.

Qi Yan squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and smelled a faint orange smell at the tip of his nose, which was familiar and flooded into his mind with the memories of the past.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His cold eyes reflected his guilty face at the moment, and Qi Yan continued to look down.

Qin Zhan is wearing a white shirt today. He already looks fair. When he is obediently wearing a white shirt, he is handsome, but when he is wearing other clothes, he will look a little different.

E.g……

Blindfolded, he didn't know anything, but he unbuttoned two collar buttons, raised his chin subconsciously, his tie was ripped off, and it looked like it was still hanging on his shoulders...

His ears were hot, and he quickly turned his face away.

He always disdained to remember the past memories, but Qin Zhan couldn't forget the memory of being coaxed by his classmates to take such photos.

Qi Yanxu coughed, restrained his unnatural expression, and lowered his voice: "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you had a problem with your agent."

"Oh, then what are you doing here?"

Qin Zhan subconsciously took a step forward, felt a little abrupt again, and hurriedly retreated: "I think you may not be in a good mood."

"Oh? So you plan to come over to comfort me?" Qi Yan remembered what he said yesterday, gave him a flat look, and got up to pour hot water.

Qin Zhan followed.

If you talk about consolation, he will feel that he is too self-indulgent, right?

And Qi Yan is still angry with him now, and he hasn't forgiven him yet, saying consolation will only make Qi Yan more angry.

Qin Zhan gritted his teeth and explained, "I... didn't want to comfort you."

Qi Yan paused when he took the kettle, his eyes darkened, and his tone remained calm: "Oh, then what are you doing here?"

"I..." Qin Zhan took a deep breath.

"I'm here to ask you... Do you want to continue that scandal..."

Bang.

As his words fell, Qi Yan made a wrong hand, and the hot water instantly wetted his clothes.

The white T was wet, and it was still gurgling down. With the steaming hot air, there was a burning pain in the right hand.

He hid quickly, but he still couldn't escape the fact that his hands were burned.

Qin Zhan hurried forward, pressed Qi Yan's hand with one hand, and distanced his white shirt from his body with the other hand.

Neither of them are used to physical contact, but this situation is really unavoidable.

Qi Yan's hands were hot, while his hands were slightly cold. He suppressed the heat when he covered them, and the scorching hotness from behind covered his fingers from the palm.

Qin Zhan didn't pay attention, and raised his eyes to look at Qi Yan: "The clothes are wet."

He narrowed his eyes, curled his fingers, and felt pain.

Although it was not unbearable, a deliberate thought suddenly rose in his heart, and he said to Qin Zhan, "Oh, then you can change it for me."

Qin Zhan blushed instantly, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils were thinned by the hot air.

He raised his hand: "You just burned me."

He lowered his head, and the guilt in his heart increased a bit, thinking that if he hadn't distracted him by what he said, he wouldn't have knocked over the water glass by mistake, and even asked himself to help him change his clothes, which is considered very good .

Qin Zhan let go of his hand, and slowly lifted his clothes up from his waist.

Qi Yan's abdomen was also wet from the hot water, and it turned slightly red, but luckily he wasn't burned yet.

The higher he went, the more strange he felt.

Qi Yan's figure is just as he imagined, without any fat, very perfect, now with the addition of red marks, it looks even more abstinent and seductive.

Qi Yan looked at his reddened ears, and couldn't help but want to laugh. He smiled and didn't know what he was laughing at.

Obviously the one who got hurt was me, what a joke.

So he lowered the corners of his lips again, coughed weakly, and reminded him to move quickly.

Qin Zhan's heart froze, he closed his eyes and took off his clothes, and subconsciously held his breath.

Qi Yan raised his hands obediently, then looked at the clothes hanging on his wrists, then looked down at Qin Zhan, and silently threw the clothes aside.

"My clothes are in the closet."

Qin Zhan's heart was pounding, beating uncontrollably, and his mind was full of it.

I took off Qi Yan's clothes!God, I'm such a beast!What if someone comes in?What if they see it?What if they took pictures?What if it becomes popular?My God, I'm such a beast, am I responsible for him?

responsible?He has to be responsible, otherwise his innocence will be ruined by himself...

"My clothes are in the closet." Qi Yan repeated with a suppressed smile.

Only then did he hear Qi Yan's words clearly, after a delay of three seconds, his face blushed belatedly, he didn't even hear the laughter in his words, he hurried to the cabinet and took out a spare black t-shirt .

Qi Yan: "My hand is hurt."

"So... you help me dress."

……

Qin Zhan was caught in the entanglement in his heart. On the one hand, he felt that he was such a beast to desecrate his body like this. On the other hand, he felt a little happy that he and Qi Yan had made some progress.

As the saying goes...

Physical contact can greatly shorten the distance between people.