Chapter 44 SOS

Probably did not expect Zhou Ziheng to ask such a question, Xia Xiqing's hands trembled slightly, and the transparent wine sprinkled a little on his legs, forming a dark circle.

After hesitating for a moment, he drank the glass of wine in one go, turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth at Zhou Ziheng.

"You are one step too late."

Zhou Ziheng knew that he was running away, and he didn't have the courage to continue asking questions. No, rather than having the courage, it would be better to say that he was afraid of seeing Xia Xiqing who gave the answer.

Shang Sirui didn't seem to hear Zhou Ziheng's soft question. He struggled on the edge of being half-drunk and half-awake, "Hey? Hey...the next one..." He reluctantly sat up and swayed the wine bottle.

"You are really persistent..." Zhou Ziheng shook his head helplessly. He was so drunk that he was still thinking about the game.

Speaking of which, it was also an evil sect, and the mouth of the bottle was once again aimed at Xia Xiqing.

"Huh? It's Xiqing~" Shang Sirui pointed at Xia Xiqing and laughed silly.

The smile on Xia Xiqing's face was reduced by half. Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, he heard him in a low voice and said to him in a tone of warning, "Don't ask a question."

Like a trapped beast that demarcates a safe area after being injured.

Having known him for so long, this is the first time he has spoken to himself like this. Zhou Ziheng was stuck in his throat, he could only watch him raise his head and drink another glass of strong wine, his brows furrowed.

Shang Sirui realized later, "I-I haven't asked any questions yet..."

"It's too late." Xia Xiqing smiled at him, "I drank it all." The wine was drunk too quickly, and the spicy breath came up. Xia Xiqing couldn't help coughing. Zhou Ziheng subconsciously reached out to shoot, but Xia Xiqing sensitively avoided it. open.

He somewhat regretted his impulse just now.

Zhou Ziheng withdrew his hand sluggishly and said nothing.

Shang Sirui stubbornly sat up on the armrest of the sofa again, and just reached out to the wine bottle on the coffee table.

"Hey, hey..." Zhou Ziheng patted Shang Sirui's hand, but the other party remained motionless, completely unconscious.

"I'm really convinced." Zhou Ziheng stood up, dragged Shang Sirui to the bed, and covered it with a quilt. Shang Sirui stretched out one arm and muttered vaguely, "My leg hurts...I don't want to dance..."

Idol is also very pitiful. Zhou Ziheng sighed and heard Xia Xiqing's unusually low voice behind him.

"I'm going back."

Xia Xiqing lowered his head, stood up with the armrest of the sofa, paused for a while, and then walked towards the door.

Sure enough, he stepped on his minefield. Zhou Ziheng also lowered his head and stood there for a while not knowing what to do.

Let's go back after Xia Xiqing is gone.

He originally planned this, but suddenly heard a thud from the entrance, Zhou Ziheng walked over quickly, and found Xia Xiqing kneeling on the ground, with his back to him and his hands on the floor, gasping for breath.

"Are you alright?" Zhou Ziheng hurried forward, grabbed Xia Xiqing's arm and put it on his shoulder, trying to help him stand up, but Xia Xiqing had no strength at all, his legs seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he was shaking a little .

Xia Xiqing didn't say a word, Zhou Ziheng put him up with great effort, turned his face to look at him, and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were slightly squinted, his ears were red and hot, and a large blush stained the side of his neck. He seemed to want to speak, his mouth was half-open, his Adam's apple rolled gently, but he couldn't make a sound.

This is completely different from the last time he was drunk. Zhou Ziheng worriedly took him to Shang Sirui's room and closed the door of his room with his feet. Fortunately, Xia Xiqing lived opposite, saving a lot of trouble.

The stamina of vodka was stronger than he imagined. Zhou Ziheng had only had one drink, but he felt dizzy. The lights in the corridor shrouded his eyes one after another, obscuring his vision. Xia Xiqing fell on top of him, his whole body hot.

You have to open the door for him. Zhou Ziheng made Xia Xiqing's back against the door panel and put his hand on his shoulder, but Xia Xiqing couldn't stand at all. Before Zhou Ziheng reached his hand in his trouser pocket, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and slid down the door, almost sitting on the floor. on the ground. Zhou Ziheng sighed, and helplessly picked him up, one hand passed under his arm, facing his face, holding his back, the other hand reached into his trouser pocket and groped for the room key.

Xia Xiqing seemed to be still a little conscious. He also reached into his pocket and held Zhou Ziheng's index finger.

"Hey……"

"Grab it." Xia Xiqing suddenly fell on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and smiled.

Zhou Ziheng was a little stunned. He didn't know if he was infected by this person's unusual heat, and his ears began to heat up rapidly.

After finding the room card, he finally opened the door. He was afraid that Xia Xiqing would fall down with his back against the door. Zhou Ziheng hugged him halfway, kicked the door awkwardly with his feet, and then let this terribly drunk guy in. Room.

The hand that had grabbed his index finger just now was wrapping around his neck again. The fingers were terribly hot, but they were tightly pressed against the skin on his neck, unwilling to let go, trying to direct all the heat to the innocent him.

Zhou Ziheng struggled to get Xia Xiqing to bed, ready to treat him like a drunk Shang Sirui. But as soon as Xia Xiqing was put on the bed, he turned over and tried to get down.

"What are you doing?"

"Take...bath..." His voice changed, as if he had been burned by strong alcohol, from a light cloud to quicksand at the bottom of the clear water.

When Zhou Ziheng saw him get up and fell to the ground again, he couldn't help but get annoyed, "What kind of bath you are so drunk." He was about to drag him up, but heard Xia Xiqing stubbornly whisper: "I will wash……"

What the hell did he do? Zhou Ziheng reluctantly picked up Xia Xiqing and took him to the bathroom. Xia Xiqing was like a seriously ill feline, clinging to him and reluctant to let go, which made Zhou Ziheng feel agitated.

"Wash it." He put Xia Xiqing on the bathroom floor. Xia Xiqing opened his eyes diligently, as if to confirm that there was indeed a bathroom around him, and then began to take off his shirt. The alcohol numbs his limbs, making the simplest movements sluggish and clumsy. Zhou Ziheng stood aside, watching his gray-blue shirt stuck on Xia Xiqing's head and couldn't take it off, he thought he was pitiful and funny.

It turns out that the cunning and vicious person also has such clumsy times.

Out of this unhealthy state of mind, Zhou Ziheng squatted down, helped him take off his shirt like taking care of a child, and threw it on the floor outside.

This was the first time he had undressed someone else. Zhou Ziheng didn't even dare to look at him, he was obviously a man.

Feeling cold on his body, Xia Xiqing's eyelashes moved slowly, he lowered his head to look at himself who was naked, then raised his head to look at Zhou Ziheng, his eyes blurred and puzzled.

"You...why are you taking off my clothes..."

This man is sick. Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes to the sky.

"You can play here by yourself, I won't accompany you." He was about to get up, but was grabbed by Xia Xiqing, unable to stand up and instead sat on the ground.

"It's so cold..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with an aggrieved expression.

This person originally had the face of a weak and beautiful young man. He was usually cynical and sloppy, but it concealed the softness of his appearance, but now he used this face to show Zhou Ziheng a weak expression.

There's no way to refuse, it's better to just surrender.

"I've served you." Zhou Ziheng stretched his arms back, turned his head to the outside of the bathroom, tried to reach for the shirt he threw out just now, and asked, "Why don't you take a shower?"

Before Xia Xiqing could reply, he suddenly felt something dig into the hem of his clothes. When he turned around, he was startled. Xia Xiqing lifted his shirt head and got in, his two hot hands still wrapped around his waist.

"Hey!" Zhou Ziheng supported his waist and dragged him out, "Don't get drunk."

But Xia Xiqing just didn't come out, and Zhou Ziheng could feel his hot cheeks pressing tightly against his chest, burning his abnormal heartbeat.

"It's so cold..." Xia Xiqing, who hugged him tightly and didn't want to let go, let out a sigh in his chest.

Zhou Ziheng is really out of options, and this is not the way to go. Who would have thought that Xia Xiqing had so many tricks when he was drunk.

He originally wanted to hug Xia Xiqing horizontally, but he just hugged his back like that, and there was no way to hug him horizontally. Zhou Ziheng could only hold his long legs like a child in this posture, wrapping his long legs around his own. At the waist, one hand supported his back and the other fixed his thigh.

Xia Xiqing turned into a koala that likes to get into his master's clothes. He was taken out of the bathroom by his master. He returned to the bed for the second time, and just after being put down by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing panicked. Without grabbing Zhou Ziheng, he grabbed it again, and happened to grab Zhou Ziheng's waistband, and he didn't let go.

Zhou Ziheng was about to be forced to death by him. He didn't intend to leave. Who knew that this guy would pull his pants off when he came up. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand in a panic, only then did Xia Xiqing feel that he hadn't left, and dazedly climbed up and hugged his waist.

"do not go……"

I have to take a shower for a while, I am afraid of the cold for a while, and now no one is allowed to leave. The key is that Xia Xiqing hugged his waist and it was fine, his hands were too out of place, making Zhou Ziheng's face turn red and white for a while, and his mind was a mess. Pulled away, "You wake up a bit."

Don't talk about his brain, even his eyelids are heavy, he slowly raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, those eyes with water vapor seemed to be looking at him, but they didn't seem to be looking at him, just like his ears The lips stained with alcohol stubbornly pursed, and after a while, they released.

The voice trembled.

"Can't I not leave... I don't want to be alone..." Xia Xiqing lowered his head, it seemed that he was already very difficult to speak, and every word emptied his strength.

Zhou Ziheng stared at him blankly. In the silence, he heard the sound of water droplets falling. One drop, one drop, fainted on the white quilt covering his legs. The water stains spread and became gray.

"You, why are you crying?" Zhou Ziheng panicked, he never thought that Xia Xiqing would cry anyway. He stretched out his hand to support Xia Xiqing's chin, and the moment he lifted it, he saw the tears on his face.

The eyelashes were covered with teardrops that were too fine to fall, and they shone like the debris of stars under the light.

Xia Xiqing hugged Zhou Ziheng's neck and cried silently. For some reason, he didn't make a sound when he cried, but Zhou Ziheng felt that his shoulders had been soaked with his tears. He couldn't help reaching out and hugged his back.

"Don't cry." Zhou Ziheng gently touched his bulging spine, then raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. He is the youngest child in the family and has never had any experience of comforting others, so he can only comfort Xia Xiqing by feeling. Emotions.

To be honest, he was so flustered, he had never seen Xia Xiqing like this.

Xia Xiqing's tears still did not stop, his voice was nasal, soft and sticky, like a child's.

"I don't want to stay here alone..." His hand clasped Zhou Ziheng's back tightly, seemingly exhausting his strength, "It's so dark here... I'm afraid..."

Zhou Ziheng felt pain in his heart, as if Xia Xiqing's hands were not grasping the skin of his back, but his heart.

"It's not dark, look, there's light here."

Xia Xiqingyue refused to lift his head and hugged him stubbornly, with a willful and sad tone, "No! There is no light here...and no one...I'm dying...I'm locked up..." He He suddenly began to gasp for breath, broke free from Zhou Ziheng's arms, lowered his head, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's right hand, and casually pressed it against his waist.

"It hurts here..." Xia Xiqing looked up at him, her red eyes filled with tears.

For the first time in 20 years, Zhou Ziheng felt so sad in his heart. He looked at the place where Xia Xiqing was holding his hand in a panic, "Where does it hurt?"

When he moved his hand away, he finally found that there was a raised scar in that place. It wasn't long, but it looked deep, and it looked abrupt and terrifying on his fair skin.

Xia Xiqing inhaled in pain, his black hair on his cheeks was soaked with tears, and his lips were red and moist. He looked like a gorgeous fish on the verge of death.

"Help me...I don't want to die..." He gasped desperately, "a lot of blood...I want to take a bath...I don't want to go to the hospital..."

Zhou Ziheng was extremely regretful. Why did he ask that question? If it weren't for his momentary curiosity, maybe Xia Xiqing would not recall these things at all. He felt as if he had peeled off Xia Xiqing's scab alive, but now he could only watch the wound bleed, but there was no way to remedy it.

"You won't die." Zhou Ziheng hugged him tightly, "I'm here, you're not alone."

"Mother……"

His voice was extremely weak, so weak that Zhou Ziheng even thought it was his own hallucination.

"Don't lock me up here... I beg you..." Xia Xiqing begged for mercy intermittently, begging for mercy like a child who made a mistake,

"I'm very obedient...don't kill me, okay..."

kill me……

He suddenly thought of the scar on his waist.

how come? !

Just these few words and phrases made Zhou Ziheng feel terrified. He couldn't imagine what Xia Xiqing experienced as a child. He just kept begging for mercy, explaining, begging not to lock him up, saying he was cold, saying he was scared, saying he wanted to come out.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were red, he hugged him tightly, and kept repeating the same words in his ear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Until Xia Xiqing's tears finally dried up, and he no longer had the strength to beg for mercy, he fell asleep in his arms as if dead.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly became frightened.

In the past 20 years, he has never been so flustered as he is now. He even tried Xia Xiqing's breath with his hands. After confirming that he really just fell asleep, his beating heart gradually returned to normal.

He just fell asleep.

He finally fell asleep.

Zhou Ziheng gently laid him down on the bed, watching him curl up into the white softness, but his hand still firmly grasped his hand, as long as Zhou Ziheng tried to pull it away, his brows were in his sleep wrinkled.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing looked like a dying kitten. After the night passed, he might never wake up again.

Xia Xiqing's hoarse cry for help was still circling in his ears.

"Don't keep me here alone."

Zhou Ziheng finally stayed and lay beside him. He could hardly close his eyes, just looked at Xia Xiqing curled up beside him, and occasionally brushed his hair with his hands.

The eyes that had been crying for too long swelled up, and the upper eyelid, which was so thin that it was almost transparent, bulged slightly, revealing some veins of blood vessels. His eyelashes turned out to be so long, longer than the actresses he had worked with before, and they trembled softly in his dreams, showing a lingering sense of vulnerability just like him when he was crying.

The hand that pushed away his hair couldn't help but go down and touched the end of his eyelashes, causing him to frown slightly, as if he was about to wake up, but he just drilled towards Zhou Ziheng.

The distance suddenly shortened, and his arm could almost touch Xia Xiqing's still hot skin.

Xia Xiqing, who had fallen into a dream again, raised his face slightly, as if he could breathe more smoothly. His eyes fell on it involuntarily, and the tip of his crying nose was red, making the little mole even more pitiful. Zhou Ziheng's hand, which was still hanging, paused, and his index finger finally touched the tip of his nose lightly.

It's too light, like a dragonfly on water, only my heart ripples. The waves rippled farther and farther, to the nerve endings, until he couldn't help but lower his lips.

In the end, he kissed the cold tip of his nose, the little mole that led him to try to do it countless times. He finally did it, without Xia Xiqing's knowledge.

It's amazing. He seems to have stolen this little mole and hid it in a secret corner of the left atrium. The kind of satisfaction he has never experienced before. The pleasure mixed with pain can actually make people feel So fascinated.

Just hide it for one night and return it to him early tomorrow morning.