It's already mid-to-late May. Although the sky was overcast during the day and not a single ray of sunshine fell, the temperature still didn't drop. On this windless night, the air was even more stuffy and humid.
In a short while, the girl was drenched in sweat, her flushed face glistening with perspiration, which made her look even more beautiful and rosy.
Sweat beaded on Qin Ze's forehead as he controlled the girl's body, and beads of sweat even accumulated on his eyelids, flowing into his eyes with a slight stinging sensation. Qin Ze simply couldn't free his hands to wipe them away.
Even though he had the girl's hands and feet pinned down, he still dared not be careless. After all, the girl was not a lamb to be slaughtered; she was a nimble female leopard. If he let his guard down, she would surely pounce on him.
The girl, who had not given up and was still struggling, suddenly shouted angrily:
"What kind of skill is that?!"
"Didn't we agree to a fistfight? But you didn't throw a single punch, and instead used this trick!" The girl was panting heavily from the intense struggle, and her words were out of her mouth.
"Does fighting only count as fistfighting when you're standing? Doesn't it count when you're on the ground?" Qin Ze exhaled slightly and said with a smile.
The breathing behind her made the girl's ears itch a little, and she felt that she could not refute what he said, so she stopped talking, gritted her teeth, and suddenly used her waist and abdomen to twist her slender waist, which also freed one of her taut long legs.
Qin Ze's heart tightened, and just as he was about to make a move, the girl's freed long legs suddenly bent, and then she delivered a knee strike backward, aimed directly at his face.
These exaggerated movements are something that ordinary people could never do, which shows that the girl's body flexibility is almost unbelievable.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Ze quickly turned his head, narrowly avoiding the extremely fast-moving knee strike. However, the girl's knee strike was not the end of the matter.
After missing her first strike, she lowered her leg slightly and then arched it again, still using her knee to push backward.
Qin Ze then hid again.
The girl continued to launch attacks using this method.
One after another, after Qin Ze dodged seven or eight times, the girl was panting heavily from the high-intensity leg-raising movements. At that moment, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and took a deep breath.
"Let go of me!" she suddenly shouted, launching another attack.
It was another backward knee strike. Qin Ze had already dodged it several times before, and had become increasingly skilled. This time was no exception. He simply moved his head an inch or two to avoid the knee strike.
But then, an unexpected change occurred.
The girl did not lower her leg out of exhaustion after missing the first strike. Instead, she used her knee joint as a point of force to straighten her lower leg and strike out like a whip.
With a crisp "snap".
The girl's calf landed right next to Qin Ze's ear, slamming solidly onto his shoulder.
A sharp pain shot through his ear. Qin Ze stared wide-eyed, completely unprepared for the girl's ability to make such a move. But in an instant, he stretched out his neck and caught the girl's legs just as they were about to fall back down, using the gap between his neck and chin to catch them.
"Ugh." The girl let out a muffled groan of pain.
Despite her excellent flexibility, one of her legs was pinned to the ground and clamped down, while the other leg, which was raised high, was also restrained and could not be lowered. As a result, her two long legs were now in a straight line, even slightly exceeding 180 degrees.
Qin Ze's face flushed red as he subdued the girl again using such methods, as the current posture was rather unseemly.
So close, he could even feel the girl's burning heat, and the faint fragrance emanating from her damp hair wafted into his nostrils, making his heart race even more. He tried to control his breathing, panting as he said:
"Do you accept it or not?"
"I refuse to give up!" The girl gasped for breath. Although her body was now even more unable to move and her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, she still refused to admit defeat.
"Heh, you're not convinced?"
"I can keep you under my control like this all night!" Qin Ze said.
Upon hearing this, the girl struggled to twist her body, but being suppressed in this position, she felt a sharp pain coming from between her legs with just a slight movement.
Seeing her like this, Qing'er, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but worry and said urgently, "It's no good, Miss."
"Just admit defeat."
The girl pretended not to hear, gritting her teeth and still trying to twist her body, but how could Qin Ze give her that chance? In this close combat, how could a woman like her withstand the strength of a man?
As Qin Ze exerted his strength, the girl did not feel much pain, but her breathing became more and more rapid. The air layer in her chest cavity was being rapidly compressed, and even if she breathed through her mouth and nose at the same time, she could not make up for this difference.
Her face began to flush even more, her hair had become loose from the struggle, and her black hair was spread across her sweaty face, making it difficult for her to even open her eyes. Her hands and feet also gradually lost strength.
At this moment, she was like a fish pulled out of the water, only able to gasp for breath with her small mouth open in vain. But despite her desperate breathing, she could only get very little air. Instead, the beads of sweat that flowed down her cheeks kept seeping into her mouth, giving the girl's tongue a salty taste.
The girl's "tragic state" tugged at Qing'er's heartstrings, and she kept calling out:
"Miss, don't force yourself."
"You have already..."
With his eyes half-open, Jin Changge listened to Qing'er's voice not far away, but the voice grew softer and softer, and even began to become indistinct.
"Phew~"
Her breathing grew softer and softer, her mind became hazy, and her body seemed to slip out of her control. Instead of feeling heavy, she felt light and airy, as if she were floating on clouds.
Finally, her body went limp, and she closed her drooping eyes completely.
Qin Ze abruptly released his grip, exhaling a breath of stale air. He then turned and sat down beside the girl who was lying flat on the ground. Just as he was about to lean down, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.
Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately raised his arms to protect himself, but the girl breathed softly and said:
"I lost." She lay motionless on the ground, her tired eyelids drooping.
She lost this close-quarters combat decisively.
Qin Ze lowered his arm, looked at her quietly, then rolled over and lay down next to the girl on the grass, a faint smile on his lips.
The two remained silent, breathing softly as their heartbeats gradually calmed.
A moment later.
"Then I'll take this prize."
Qin Ze turned his head and looked at the girl. Due to the fierce fight, the girl's neck was already pink, and the sweat made her skin look particularly smooth.
Seemingly sensing his gaze, the girl turned her face away.
As they locked eyes, the blush that had been fading from the girl's face returned, but her gaze no longer darted away.
“Okay,” she said softly.
As soon as the word was spoken, the two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked up at the night sky.
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