Chapter 24 Secret Contest

What is this man doing?

Is he actually flirting with himself again? ! There's obviously one more in there.

Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's restless hand, "What do you want to do?"

Xia Xiqing's eyes lazily turned to Zhou Ziheng's wrist, then glanced over again, looked into his eyes, and said expressionlessly, "It hurts."

It was completely subconscious, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was doing something wrong, and immediately released Xia Xiqing's wrist, opened his mouth, the words "I'm sorry" were on his lips, and he suddenly reacted.

No, it was this person who molested him first, so why should he apologize?

Xia Xiqing really liked this feeling of teasing Zhou Ziheng to the point of anger, and restraining him, who was almost mad, with his sense of morality. It's like a little tiger, with fierce milk and fierce milk, teasing him a little bit and making him furious, and then covering him with a delicate and beautiful little cage, watching him go crazy inside and can't have a seizure. Going like this is nothing more than two results, tame him, or be swallowed by him.

Obviously, the confident and arrogant Xia Xiqing could only consider the former.

"Do you think we have a lot of fate?" Xia Xiqing rubbed the wrist held by Zhou Ziheng just now, "Why did you happen to be a neighbor? Let me explain in advance, I really didn't know you lived here." On his shoulders, Xia Xiqing looked at the house on his side, "Live alone?"

Zhou Ziheng didn't answer his question, and took a step to the left to block Xia Xiqing's sight.

It seems to be living alone. Xia Xiqing smiled, "I also live alone."

"So you can bring back whoever you want?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him blankly, his words mocking.

"Looking at what you said, do I have to ask you who I brought back?" Xia Xiqing was still smiling, but Zhou Ziheng was so choked up by his words that he didn't know what to say for a while. He also wondered why he was so angry here. He clearly knew Xia Xiqing's true face better than anyone else, so he should have taken it for granted. What does his promiscuity have to do with him?

There is no reason to interfere with his private life.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, Xia Xiqing continued, "So...if you hear something that you shouldn't hear, don't be surprised." He put the stray hair on his cheek behind his ear, "But such an expensive house has sound insulation. Should be fine."

The breath on Zhou Ziheng's chest became more blocked and more uncomfortable. His face sank, "If I hear it, I will move out immediately."

"Where to move?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows at him, his voice softened and a smile on his face, "Move to my house."

Shameless.

Zhou Ziheng's face once again showed a look of disgust, and suddenly he saw that the crack of the door behind Xia Xiqing was opened a little bit, and a head was peeking at the crack of the door, it was clearly the child who entered just now. His brows furrowed deeper, and he took out a mask from his trench coat pocket and prepared to turn away.

After dinner, called Ronaldinho and asked him to call a moving company. would move today and move out overnight.

Who knew that as soon as he took a step, he felt suddenly being hugged from behind by someone, holding him tightly, unable to move a step. Zhou Ziheng turned around inexplicably, and it turned out to be the child in the dark green school uniform just now.

"You, what are you doing?"

Xia Xiuze raised his head and looked up at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "That, brother Ziheng! I like you so much! I'm your diehard fan! Don't go, sign me!"

What the hell?

Not only Zhou Ziheng, but also Xia Xiqing didn't understand what this guy was trying to do suddenly.

"No... you let me go first." Zhou Ziheng clenched Xia Xiuze's hand with great effort, fearing that the force would hurt him, "Hurry up and let go."

"I don't! Brother Ziheng, why are you going?"

This kid, big brother Ziheng screamed smoothly. Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes, walked up and grabbed Xia Xiuze's arm, "What are you smoking?"

Even when his brother came forward, Xia Xiuze still hugged Zhou Ziheng and refused to let him go, "What do you think?"

"Eat, I'm going to eat." Zhou Ziheng still maintained his last demeanor as a star, "You can let me go."

Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Come and eat at my house, my brother is cooking!"

elder brother? ? ?

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a bewildered face, and Xia Xiqing kicked Xia Xiuze's leg directly, "Who the hell said I'm going to cook?"

"Ouch." Xia Xiuze showed an aggrieved face, and his butt turned to hide behind Zhou Ziheng, but his arms were still tightly around his waist. Zhou Ziheng saw that Xia Xiqing was still trying to do something, so he couldn't help but subconsciously blocked Xia Xiuze. , "Don't do it."

What is this all about? Xia Xiqing felt bored, "What's the matter with you if I hit my brother?"

"It's really your younger brother..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself, turned his head to look at the cowardly boy behind him, not to mention, his eyebrows and eyes looked alike. Zhou Ziheng felt a lot more relieved, and the sigh he had been hanging before seemed to be relieved suddenly.

Just now, the anger went out, but a sense of guilt surged up in my heart. Just now, I couldn't help but think that this child was his little lover, which was a misunderstanding based on prejudice. Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, looking very unhappy.

"Brother Ziheng, come to my house for dinner." Xia Xiuze took the opportunity to take advantage of it again.

"Xia Xiuze, what are you messing with, is it itchy?"

"Don't do it, don't do it, it's all a family." Zhou Ziheng stood in front of him like a playful eagle catching a chicken, and reluctantly persuaded him to make peace.

"Who is with whose family? Are you and my family?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, his face completely lost his smile, revealing his bad nature. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with these two people, "Okay, Xia Xiuze, let me see what tricks you are playing with me." After speaking, he turned his head and kicked the door open and walked in.

Seeing his brother go in, Xia Xiuze let go of Zhou Ziheng, and put his hands together in a gesture of begging, "Brother Ziheng, I really like you very much, the one you played, that one... Yang Wei, and Feng Ziming, I I really like them all." Xia Xiuze said in his heart, don't make any mistakes, he just asked the female classmates in the class.

Zhou Ziheng stared at the boy in front of him, wondering if he was really my fan? Thinking about it again, Xia Xiqing himself is a famous painter in the fan circle, and it seems reasonable that his younger brother is a fan.

Just like that, the innocent and kind-hearted star Zhou Ziheng was fooled by a small "fake" fan, with a rainbow fart, to another big "fake" fan's wolf den.

Sitting on the large sofa in Xia Xiqing's living room, Zhou Ziheng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Xia Xiuze first sat next to him with a smile on his face, and asked him a bunch of questions as if he was checking his hukou.

"Brother Ziheng, do you have a brother? How many people are in your family?"

"What does your brother do? Where is your father?"

"What about your mother? How are your parents?"

"How often do you usually go home?"

"How many romances have you had?"

"You..." Xia Xiuze was about to continue to ask when the collar at the back of his neck was suddenly lifted up. When he turned around, he saw that it was his own brother who didn't smile.

"You die for me."

"Oh." Xia Xiuze pursed his lips angrily, got up from the sofa, giggled at Zhou Ziheng, and followed Xia Xiqing into the kitchen.

"Let's talk." Xia Xiqing hunched over in the brand-new cupboard to find it. After searching for a long time, he only found a small cooking pot and spatula, "What are you doing?"

"No." Xia Xiuze rubbed his palms like a small fly, squatted down with his brother, coughed, and said cautiously, "That... Brother, I think you seem to like Brother Ziheng, I I just wanted to help you find out..." Before he could finish speaking, Xia Xiqing knocked on the forehead with a spatula, "Who told you that I like him?"

Xia Xiuze rubbed his head aggrievedly, "But... I really think... brother, you have painted a lot of his portraits, and you are not angry when he misunderstood you just now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xia Xiqing sneer and stood up.

"It's just because I don't like me that I don't bother to explain."

"Then why are you afraid of me getting involved?" Xia Xiuze also stood up, "If you don't like him, it doesn't matter if you get screwed by me."

Really... Xia Xiqing couldn't refute this little fool's words for a while, he gave him a rather unhappy look, grabbed Xia Xiuze's school uniform collar, "Don't meddle in my affairs, I will never like him. "

Xia Xiuze laughed twice, and immediately showed an expression of begging for mercy. He opened his brother's fingers one by one, "I see, I don't mix, I don't mix." After he finished speaking, he dragged the strap of his schoolbag step by step. He moved outside the kitchen, and when he was about to leave the kitchen door, he whispered, "Don't set a flag for yourself, brother."

Then he ran away quickly with the desire to survive.

Recently, he was really too kind to him. He didn't put on the roof for three days. Xia Xiqing cursed in a low voice and kicked the cabinet door.

Sitting alone on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng was embarrassed and bored, so he could only turn his head to look at the house. There are only two households on this floor, one occupies the east half and the other occupies the west half, basically the same layout, but Xia Xiqing, who studied art, is obviously different. The decoration of the home is full of his personal style, and the general tone of black and white is mixed. A few red patches, incomplete sexual frigidity and incomplete enthusiasm.

"Brother Ziheng..."

Xia Xiuze's voice suddenly came out, which startled Zhou Ziheng. When he turned around, he saw him lying on the end of the sofa, looking at him with a cute smile.

To be honest, Xia Xiuze smiled almost exactly like Xia Xiqing, and Zhou Ziheng almost made their faces overlap.

If Xia Xiqing smiled at him like this, call him...

"Brother Ziheng?"

The strange fantasies that popped up in his mind were all distracted by Zhou Ziheng's rationality. He looked at Xia Xiuze in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"No," Xia Xiuze knelt on the carpet and moved to Zhou Ziheng's side little by little, looking up at him with a smile, "I just wanted to ask you, do you know how to cook?"

When Zhou Ziheng walked to the kitchen, Xia Xiqing was standing in front of the induction cooker holding a mobile phone. Before he walked in, Zhou Ziheng asked about the smell of mush. He immediately took a few steps forward and turned off the fire on the induction cooker.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to poison us?" Zhou Ziheng glanced at the black unknown object in the pot, "What is this?"

"Fried eggs." Xia Xiqing naturally followed Zhou Ziheng's gaze and glanced into the pot, "Can't you see it?"

Zhou Ziheng sighed, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the frying pan, dumped the "fried eggs" in it into the trash can, and washed the pan, "I'll do it, I don't want to make headlines in social news because of food poisoning. "

"I think you just don't want to be found out in my house." Xia Xiqing shrugged, leaned back on the countertop with a smile, took off his apron and threw it aside, lightly dabbling his fingers on the marble countertop, "Tsk. , have something to do with someone like me..."

His final voice was the same as usual, it was long and light, like flirting, and it didn't matter if he habitually teased himself.

"sorry."

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a while, and even the movement of his fingers stopped.

While pouring oil into the pot, Zhou Ziheng said to himself, "I was wrong just now, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have been looking at you with tinted glasses and judging everything you do with my inherent prejudice. , this is irrational and unfair." He held the egg in one hand and smashed it by the side of the pot, and the sound of sizzling fried eggs made the kitchen even more silent. Zhou Ziheng was also very uneasy in his heart. He didn't know whether his apology was sincere, and he didn't know what Xia Xiqing was thinking when he was silent.

"I..."/"Why do you apologize?"

The two opened their mouths at the same time and ended awkwardly at the same time.

"I just want to apologize," Zhou Ziheng put the fried eggs on a plate. "It's my fault that I misunderstood you. If I'm wrong, I should apologize. I won't slander you without evidence in the future."

"Evidence?" Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "Why, do you still think that there will be a day when you will be caught in bed?"

Zhou Ziheng choked for a moment, his meaning was misinterpreted by Xia Xiqing again, and he was thinking of suitable words to explain, Xia Xiqing spoke again, his tone was cold, "You don't need to apologize, I am the kind of person you said, this time it is a Accidents are not the norm.”

Xia Xiqing is a person who likes to reconsider his words. After all, lies and deceptions require time to weave. But these words, he almost blurted out, before his brain could react, after he heard Zhou Ziheng's apology.

Concern and regret are things he has never felt before, making him vulnerable, gaffe, and deviating from his course, but Zhou Ziheng is full of these things, as if he is a natural enemy who holds all his weaknesses.

He turned around and washed his fingers carefully, "Don't think you know me very well, in fact, your so-called 'slander' is my normal state." Such a scene made Zhou Ziheng think of the murderer in the movie. The cleanup action after the end.

Xia Xiqing said every word softly and slowly, the movements of his hands did not stop, the flowing icy water passed through his finger gaps, "I like to pursue others and witness with my own eyes a person who gave me his heart. The process will give me a great sense of satisfaction, but when I get it, I will get bored, I will try to leave, and I don't want to leave with that heart, it is very cumbersome." Pulling his hand away, the flow of water suddenly stopped, and Xia Xiqing took a picture. A piece of kitchen paper was taken out of the countertop and wiped off the water-stained fingers, "So you're right, I'm scum."

He crumpled the wet paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Xia Xiqing put his hands on the countertop, tilted his head and put it on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder. This action was like a kiss on the cheek by a very intimate lover.

Those lazy eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's profile, and whispered like a dream, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Ziheng doesn't understand why Xia Xiqing spreads everything out straightforwardly. According to his character, it is the best strategy to cheat for as long as he can. Like a peacock opening his screen, he will use the gentlest side of the gentlest to attract you, induce you, and let you Willingly fall into this scam.

To be honest, not only Zhou Ziheng did not understand, but Xia Xiqing himself did not understand.

He felt that the current self was very unfamiliar, not calm, not pretending, but tore off his mask in a hurry, exposing a bloody face to the other party.

Among all the prey he has encountered, Zhou Ziheng is the most special one. From the very beginning, he has directly seen all his hidden inferiority. All disguise is ineffective in front of him, and now even the lie of "like" He also took the initiative to expose it, and clearly showed his most corrupt and ugliest parts in front of him, allowing him to appreciate and judge like a weird work of art.

Perhaps because of this, Zhou Ziheng became the prey that Xia Xiqing wanted most.

So far, the most wanted target to hunt in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who had been cooking quietly all the time, suddenly turned his face to the side and looked directly at Xia Xiqing's beautiful but frivolous eyes from a very close distance. Indifferent on the surface.

"What am I afraid of?"

Just like in the secret room last time, Zhou Ziheng's voice was like the bell of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral, hitting his heart valve one after another.

"Afraid that you will pursue me, or that I will give you my heart myself?"

At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt the blood rushing up against the current.

"If you gave me only these two choices," Zhou Ziheng's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm not afraid."

Xia Xiqing pondered the overtones of Zhou Ziheng. Not afraid. Not afraid of the former, is disdainful of one's own pursuit, not afraid of the latter, is sure that he will not be moved.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt that his pride was being questioned and provoked like never before. A fire suddenly lit up somewhere in the dark heart, burning his blood hot.

He stretched out his finger and lightly rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin, before the other party had yet to react, he raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at him with blatant ambiguous eyes.

"You'd better be."

The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing is an avoidant attachment personality. Attachment personality is often caused by childhood experiences. Avoidant type is a special type. The common manifestation is fear of intimacy, fear of having and maintaining intimate relationships with people , often maintaining a state of false independence, suppressing their needs and desires for intimacy.

Xia Xiqing is a relatively special avoidant attachment personality, that is, the type of romantic addiction. This type of person is very active in finding an intimate relationship, but once such a relationship is established, they quickly become indifferent and want to Do your best to get out. The bottom line is that I don't believe that someone will love me, so I keep trying to find it, but I keep failing, deepening this lack of self-confidence, and trying again, falling into a vicious circle and unable to extricate myself.