He was shirtless, revealing a muscular chest and a beautifully sculpted set of abs, his honey-colored skin glistening in the afternoon sunlight.
"What are you doing?" An Hao looked at him with puzzlement.
Qin Jian didn't speak; instead, he got into position and crooked a finger at An Ping, "Come over, knock me down and you'll get your anger out."
"Alright! You asked for it. Brother-in-law, then please forgive my indiscretion," An Ping yelled as he rushed forward.
"Hey. Don't hurt him," An Hao, alarmed by their posturing, quickly reminded Qin Jian.
With An Ping's slender frame, she really feared that Qin Jian might accidentally knock him flat.
"Don't worry, I'm just helping him vent."
An Ping frantically exerted all his strength fighting against Qin Jian, who deftly dodged while advising him on his next moves.
The two grown men fought in the yard for a good half-hour, both drenched in sweat.
