Chapter 45 Intimate War

Xia Xiqing felt like he had a dream.

The dream is a black silkworm chrysalis, those sticky silk threads tightly wrapped around his body, forcing him to experience those terrible things again, like a replayed horror movie, every scene is carved into the bone marrow.

Xia Xiqing was afraid that he would reveal his cowardly and pitiful side when he was unconscious, so he never slept beside others, and never let himself be drunk to the point of unconsciousness. But the alcohol level last night was too high, and the stamina was too strong. No matter how good the amount of alcohol was, I couldn't hold one cup after another.

Before opening his eyes, Xia Xiqing felt his temples jump suddenly, and the pain made his brain dizzy.

No, how does he feel... someone is holding him in his arms.

After struggling to open his eyes, he blinked twice, his unresponsive sensory nerves finally confirmed the environment he was in, he was actually held in his arms, and that person was Zhou Ziheng, who he had coveted for a long time.

what's going on! He wouldn't put Zhou Ziheng to sleep after drinking.

Another protagonist in the brainstorm seemed to feel the movement of the person in his arms. He was still immersed in the dream and stretched out his other hand before opening his eyes, turned his body, and changed from a lying position to Lying on his side, he wrapped Xia Xiqing's whole body into his chest, put his chin on the top of Xia Xiqing's head, swiped his palm, and touched Xia Xiqing's bare back like a cat, and muttered, "Don't be afraid... …”

"I'm afraid of a hair." Xia Xiqing, who was so breathless by Zhou Ziheng's embrace, bit Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and woke him directly from his sleep.

"Hi..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and covered his shoulders with his hand, half-squinted looking at Xia Xiqing, stunned for a long time, "What are you doing..."

"What did you do?" Xia Xiqing suddenly lifted the quilt, revealing his naked upper body, "What did you do to me?"

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, "I didn't do anything..." His mind was dazed, but he suddenly felt that his calf was being rubbed by his toes from bottom to top, and he subconsciously shivered. Looking at Xia Xiqing's half-smiling face.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed Zhou Ziheng's chin, "Then why are you holding me?"

Zhou Ziheng finally calmed down, he felt like he was about to be driven crazy by this person in front of him. Is this still the same Xia Xiqing who cried all night last night?

He grabbed the quilt and covered his head, refused to answer in self-denial, turned his back and closed his eyes to pretend that he couldn't hear anything.

The person who got drunk last night couldn't be me... Those are all dreams, no, maybe it's a dream now. That's right, just wake up, wake up quickly.

"I'm asking you, what are you doing with your back?" Xia Xiqing couldn't move Zhou Ziheng, so he stood up and straddled him, his hands smashed Zhou Ziheng's face, "Tell me, what happened last night."

Zhou Ziheng was reluctant to open his eyes.

He suddenly thought of Xia Xiqing who woke up on the plane and asked himself with such a defensive look, this was probably his way of self-defense. If he told Xia Xiqing what happened last night, maybe he would never want to see him again.

Thinking like this, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. He, who never wanted to lie, also broke his precept, slowly opened his eyes, and made up a reasonable story with a sincere expression, "Nothing happened, you were drunk, I helped you back, I was tired and tired again. I'm sleepy, I'm sleeping right here."

Xia Xiqing's incomparably shrewd eyes were full of suspicion, but even so, Zhou Ziheng stared at him fearlessly, staring at those still red eyes. After all, he is an actor, and this psychological quality is still there.

"Nothing really happened?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers against Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, "Am I too unattractive? Nothing like drinking and losing morality has happened?"

You are crying like that, who would dare to do anything to you? Zhou Ziheng complained in his heart that he didn't have that strange habit.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt a little embarrassed, so he turned his head, "I have to sleep for a while, you get off me."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's tired face and lack of interest, Xia Xiqing's bad genes began to play again, "If you let me down, I'll come down." He simply lay down on Zhou Ziheng's body, his soft lips pressed against Zhou Ziheng His auricle, with heat, whispered in his ear with the hoarse voice after crying, "Ah, still sleeping..."

Such a sticky scene, this provocative tone, is completely the intimate whisper of lovers in the morning.

Even if the words were teasing, Xia Xiqing moved his knees gently across the quilt, and his dry lips moved down along Zhou Ziheng's neat jawline. I don't know why, but such an action made him feel satisfied, a kind of excitement of licking honey with a knife.

"Don't rub..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and stretched out his hand from the quilt to grab his restless knee, but Xia Xiqing discovered a great secret, and deliberately lowered his voice "kindly" to remind, "Your neck is red."

Zhou Ziheng was extremely annoyed. The current Xia Xiqing and last night's Xia Xiqing are completely different. All the sympathy that he stirred up at night has now burned into a fire, either devouring himself or engulfing him. Xia Xiqing, who was held down on his knees and provoked endlessly, finally lost his patience. Zhou Ziheng slammed him off his body. How could Xia Xiqing, who had not fully recovered from drinking so much wine, have the strength to deal with him, so useless. Zhou Ziheng was overwhelmingly crushed under him.

"I told you to stop moving."

He knew that Zhou Ziheng was full of anger, but Xia Xiqing still didn't know whether to live or die. Probably in his eyes, anger always brought out the strongest hormones, which made him excited. The half-bent knees swayed gently from side to side, and the curvature of Xia Xiqing's chin raised the most beautiful neckline. He whispered as if casting a spell, "Kiss me and I won't move." Raising his eyebrows, it was so bad that he seemed to have changed people in an instant, "Otherwise, I will make you cut off your descendants."

"Let's kiss..."

Xia Xiqing deliberately softened his tone, and his words pierced his heart like a killer, "Please..."

I don't know if it was because he was unconscious after drinking, but he gradually overlapped with last night's Xia Xiqing, who was clinging to him and begging him not to go. The water vapor in his eyes was like alcohol that hadn't evaporated clean last night, and he stared at it for a few seconds, and then he began to spin and lose consciousness.

He clearly didn't want to be seduced by him.

But what he stole last night must be returned to him.

Finding the worst excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng still lowered his head and kissed gently, as if he kissed not the lips, but the most fragile rose in the world.

The dragonfly touches the water, can't bear to stay.

When he left, Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were full of surprise. The dark pupils of his hands were a little slack, and even the lips he had kissed just now did not consciously open, and his heart paused for a moment.

He never thought that Zhou Ziheng would really kiss him, it was just a deliberate seduction out of mischief as before. But Zhou Ziheng actually kissed him.

Being so close, the sudden silence made the atmosphere cramped for a moment. Zhou Ziheng regretted that he wished he would disappear into the world now, but he did everything, and he never thought that Xia Xiqing would react like this.

"Can we kiss again?" Xia Xiqing kept in a stunned state, and this sentence came out inexplicably.

Zhou Ziheng thought he heard it wrong, and frowned suspiciously, "What did you say?"

"One more kiss." Xia Xiqing's eyes finally focused and brightened, "Just one more time, this time I promise." He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ziheng's neck, his face full of sincerity.

What is this man. Zhou Ziheng frowned, and his heart was even more twisted.

Actually, he also wanted to kiss again, but...

But.

No but, he accepted his fate, he just couldn't help the temptation. Zhou Ziheng gave up and quickly lowered his head and pressed Xia Xiqing's mouth. As soon as he touched it, he held the back of his head firmly. The poor little dragonfly just wanted to use the tip of its wings to rub the water again. Rub down.

Who would have thought of being drawn into it and drowning semi-forced into the water.

Xia Xiqing bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, and when he opened his lips because of the pain, he directly slammed into it, stirring the softest and most moist part. For some reason, the moment Zhou Ziheng was willing to kiss him, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. Weird picture - he was hugged tightly by Zhou Ziheng, and in his embrace was the kind of tenderness he had never felt in his life, the kind of tenderness that would make people willing to die in it.

It must be a dream, fuck it, treat it like a dream. He is like a thirsty beast, trying his best to absorb the nutrients he needs from him. The battle between lips and teeth was originally his most handy part, but at this moment, due to excessive desire, he has become abnormal, and he can only follow his instinct to lick and bite. entangled. To his surprise, Zhou Ziheng hadn't resisted yet.

How did he know that Zhou Ziheng had been hovering at the critical point for too long. His remaining resistance and reason were completely destroyed last night. He didn't know if it was because of sympathy that he gave up avoiding Xia Xiqing. Perhaps sympathy was just his excuse.

Everything is an excuse to hide your heart.

Xia Xiqing's hand moved down slowly, stroking the back of Zhou Ziheng's neck in a fierce kiss, and further down to his shoulder blades protruding from his arms. These hands are like paintbrushes, carefully tracing what he thinks is the most perfect line, until he can no longer bear the urge to hug this body, he uses his smooth chest to stick to his broad and warm chest.

The hug made Zhou Ziheng develop a desire to protect Xia Xiqing. After unintentionally breaking through his weakness, this desire for protection has almost become a menacing conditioned reflex. He couldn't help but hug Xia Xiqing back and fell on his side on the bed. The previously flirted knee rubbed up again, and squeezed into Zhou Ziheng's legs in a tight kiss.

Zhou Ziheng frowned violently, and reached out to take his leg away, but Xia Xiqing pressed closer and closer, and the gasping sound almost leaked from his lips. Xia Xiqing has never been a cowardly person, and he is an out-and-out hedonist when it comes to dealing with desires, not to mention facing Zhou Ziheng, who has coveted him for so long.

At an inappropriate time, at the end of his spiritual awakening, the flame buried deep in the dark will be ignited at one point. Moreover, Xia Xiqing's behavior never leaves room for him, and he can't extinguish the unceasing flame heart. Zhou Ziheng can only hit him with his tongue fiercely. , grabbed Xia Xiqing's neck and forced him to lift his chin, opened his eyes between licks and kisses, and saw Xia Xiqing closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like last night.

Suddenly there was malice.

Will he cry, at a time like this.

Xia Xiqing didn't know anything about his bad thoughts. He only felt that his brain was about to be seized. He bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip again, with a force that was as light as seduction, then released it, licked his wet lips towards Zhou Ziheng's deep eyes, pressed it against Zhou Ziheng's ear, and traced his ear with the tip of his tongue. The lines of the outline, his voice was scorched by the hot and humid breath, it was inaudible, and it was loud.

Under the collision of flesh and skin, Gu Ji was exhausted, and the heat climbed to a critical point. The continuation and discontinuity of the breath fermented an ambiguous rhythm. Xia Xiqing pressed his eager heart and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin, the hint was too obvious, too obvious to refuse. What sense of morality, what restraint and integrity have all been torn to shreds by this person in front of him at this moment.

The palms of the two were wrapped in waves and flames, and the intense friction consumed their senses, evaporated their sweat, and dried up their thirst. A hot kiss can't save anyone, only waiting to be reduced to embers by the fire of a prairie prairie.

One of the most intimate wars ended without each other's minds.

The wet Xia Xiqing's chest heaved violently, and the thrill of pulling the angel into hell was ecstasy.

I didn't feel embarrassed when I did it, but as soon as Zhou Ziheng's shame was over, he immediately returned to work. His ears were hot, and his scalp tingled when he thought about the mess they did just now. Xia Xiqing's eyes were lazy, and it made people feel more embarrassed. Zhou Ziheng simply covered his eyes with his palms, but he was afraid that he would find it too dark, so he had to hide it a few centimeters away, his tone was extremely awkward, "Don't look at me. "

"You're still embarrassed." Xia Xiqing moved to his side, drilled up again, and kissed his palm. I don't know why, but Xia Xiqing felt that it was enough. Taste the sweetness.

He reached out and rubbed the side of his neck with his fingertips, "Did you feel the calluses on my hand just now? Did you feel good?" He leaned closer to Zhou Ziheng's ear, "It's all the calluses that came out when I painted you. , now back to you..."

Zhou Ziheng's heart was beating wildly, his face was burning hot, "Shut up..."

"Please don't let me shut up in the future, just kiss him directly." After speaking, Xia Xiqing wrapped around him again and kissed him, the tip of his tongue entangled, until the last bit of strength was swept away, Xia Xiqing fell over and lay on his side. Looking at Zhou Ziheng.

He felt that the more he lived, the less promising he was, and he was so happy when he tasted such a little sweetness.

Zhou Ziheng was like a stimulant for him, and the tip of his fingernails would kill him.

After finishing the kiss, Zhou Ziheng still felt embarrassed. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, pretending to be sleepy, "I want to sleep for a while."

"I don't know why, but my eyes hurt so much." Xia Xiqing looked at the ceiling and spoke in a gentle tone. Zhou Ziheng's heart twitched, as if he had been pricked by an invisible needle, and he heard Xia Xiqing muttering to himself, "Maybe it's because he drank too hard and his head hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing was pulled into his arms by Zhou Ziheng, he was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing, you scare me."

Zhou Ziheng's arms wrapped around his back, his chin rested on top of his head, and his voice was soft, "I want to sleep with you in my arms, okay?"

"No, don't treat me like a woman, I'm not the young lady in your heart." Xia Xiqing tried to push him away, but he hugged him even tighter.

"I didn't think so, and I don't like her anymore."

"If you don't like it, don't you like it?" Xia Xiqing smiled, "I thought someone like you would be more affectionate."

"People like me..." Zhou Ziheng laughed mockingly at himself. He originally thought so, so when he found out that he was tempted, he was so contemptuous and so guilty. It's not good to like someone, but I like a person who has seen through his bad nature from the beginning, and who knows that it is impossible from the beginning.

"Maybe I don't like her either, I just want to see her again."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. The legendary Bai Yueguang had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he didn't expect to occupy any place in Zhou Ziheng's heart. The red and white rose scene was extremely tacky. It didn't matter to him whether he liked it or not.

Zhou Ziheng's chest exuded the warmth of ironing, although he didn't want to admit it, it was really comfortable to be held like this.

After a long time, when he thought that Zhou Ziheng must have fallen asleep, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"If you're not disgusted, let's keep this relationship."

When he said this, he felt like a fool, what is this, a long-term friend's invitation?

"Forget it, in case I get tired of it within two days." He deliberately added, "It's still..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a low rhetorical question coming from above his head.

"Aren't you afraid that I like you?"

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, and the laughter was very pleasant.

"No, you know who I am, I can't lie to you, and you won't like me." He said firmly, kissing Zhou Ziheng's neck, somehow, as if he had found a temptation Emboldened, "Now this relationship is very good, stable and safe."

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, which in Xia Xiqing's opinion was a tacit consent.

It's really strange, he himself felt incredible about Zhou Ziheng's acquiescence. Perhaps Zhou Ziheng was only in a moment of uncontrollable emotion, and would accompany him to fall once. But it doesn't matter, there is a second time, no matter how noble the character is, it can't stand the sensory stimulation of lower animals.

After a long time, he finally heard Zhou Ziheng speak again.

"If you let me know that you are still hanging out with other people," his voice was as deep as water, and every word had no mood swings, "I will kill you."

The effect of these words coming out of his mouth was ten thousand times more terrifying than the literal meaning. Anyone can say it, but this person is Zhou Ziheng, the idealist who is extremely kind and full of compassion.

Xia Xiqing was taken aback, and his mind was almost frozen. He can only reluctantly regard this as Zhou Ziheng's distrust of his chaotic private life, and he can understand that this kind of thing is not a joke.

In order to appease, he raised his head and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin.

"After I met you, I never put anyone in my eyes again." Xia Xiqing stroked the line of Zhou Ziheng's side neck, as if stroking a perfect piece of art, "You think I lie a lot, I won't deny it But it's true."

Zhou Ziheng hoped that it was true. At this moment, he even morbidly hoped that his eyes would be broken, and that he could really only see himself for the rest of his life.

He can suddenly understand those who are obsessed with collecting.

At this moment, how he wished that the artist in his arms could become his own artwork. Without thought, without action, without that unpredictable heart, he can only quietly show him his beauty.

terrible. Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe that he would have such a morbid idea.

Xia Xiqing didn't wait for Zhou Ziheng's response, he was too tired, the excessive release and the strong wine the night before emptied his body, and Zhou Ziheng's embrace was so warm that he quickly fell into a dream.

A rare good dream, so good that can't remember the content when wake up.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Ziheng had already left. The quilt was empty, he reached out and probed, and he was the only one left on the bed. What surprised him the most was that his whole body was changed into new clothes, a dark red hooded sweater, denim jeans, and even socks.

Xia Xiqing couldn't figure out why such people existed in the world. His gentleness seemed to be innate, as inexhaustible as the rays of the sun. Maybe he was surrounded by love from birth, and it was so easy to be gentle when he poured it into his blood.

not like myself. The love that can be shown is all fake imitations, and the tenderness to others is self-overdraft.

Zhou Ziheng's clothes are stained with the scent of his usual perfume, the citrus scent that has been stripped of its sweetness. .

He sat on the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees, his chin resting on his arms for a long time, until he finally got out of the half-dreaming state and got out of bed.

After washing up, found that there were sandwiches and milk on the coffee table in the room, as well as a handwritten note, the words were just like people.

[I have to catch the plane and leave first, and I don't need to return this suit. ]

Xia Xiqing chuckled, this guy really has nothing to say. He flipped the note over casually, and unexpectedly found a line of words written on the other side.

[You may dislike my aesthetics, but I have tried several pieces, and this one looks best on you. ]

Aesthetics are indeed as childish as always, this eye-catching color...

Xia Xiqing looked down at the sweater on his body, and suddenly found that there was a line of letter printing on it.

Born to be Loved.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Ziheng's journey of finding clothes:

He should look good in this one, he looks good in white - this one looks good too! However, I have worn this one several times, and it would be troublesome if he wore it and was photographed—this one also looks good—ah, what should I do if it looks good? —Ah, this one! The skin is white and red is good-looking, this line is written for him, my baby is born to be loved! (And this is a birthday present for my mother~)