Qin Song was caught off guard, and just like that, he was pinned under Jin Zelin, utterly stunned for a moment.
Before his eyes were those deep-set eyes, so familiar.
When Jin Zelin smiled, his eyes always carried a mischievous look, as if he was nonchalant about the world, yet with a kind of wickedness.
In fact, when he was a child, his smile was just as naughty, full of pranks and mischief, yet Qin Song always silently tolerated him.
Now, they were no longer those little kids.
Even when they fought before, the one who got the upper hand was always Qin Song, and the one pinned down was always Jin Zelin.
But this time... Qin Song was the one pinned down by Jin Zelin. How could he not be shocked?
His eyes squinted slightly, commanding coldly, "Get off me!"
This guy, does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he's drunk?
Qin Song's voice was calm, even though there was already a storm raging in his heart, but his tone did not reveal it at all.
