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The two of them were crazy, and their rationality was burned to ashes by the fire of desire, leaving only instinct and desire. Zhou Ziheng couldn't remember how many times he did it. It was almost dawn when Xia Xiqing was finally hollowed out and fell into a coma. Zhou Ziheng hugged him so tightly, he was afraid that in the next second, this person would disappear before his eyes.

It turned out that he already loved him so much that he was full of guilt. Love until you lose yourself.

He slept extremely restlessly, even though he has been busy with the work before joining the group these days, he only sleeps three or four hours a day, and he tossed the whole night yesterday, but Zhou Ziheng couldn't fall into a deep sleep no matter what. It's like a raft floating on the sea, shaking and undulating, unable to reach the shore.

In the dream, there are Xia Xiqing's faces, provocative, sly, fragile, emotional, every expression is so precise, and then becomes blurred.

Eventually all disappeared.

It turned out that the raft was not drifting to the ocean, but a waterfall and a cliff. The rushing water made him unable to breathe. He could only watch himself fall into the abyss in the rapids, and his body was covered by the cold pool water.

Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes, and slowly reached out to touch the corners of his eyes. Cool, like a pool of water in a dream.

Xia Xiqing was lying beside him, and fell asleep while facing him sideways. Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, brushed aside the hair scattered on his cheeks, and gently touched his side face, his heart gradually returned to normal frequency.

Zhou Ziheng just stared at his side face quietly, not touching him, not speaking, his gaze moved slowly, exquisite browbones, high nose bridge, double eyelid lines that can be seen even with closed eyes, and There is that little mole on the tip of the nose.

He caught a glimpse of the bruise on Xia Xiqing's mandible, and was startled. It was the mark left by him pinching him yesterday. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but lifted the quilt gently, his fair body was covered with traces of love, the side neck, collarbone, chest, and even the back, there were hickey marks left by him everywhere.

There were still a few small bruises on Xia Xiqing's waist, which were the marks left by him pinching his waist last night. The whole night's out of control caused both of them to abandon reason and taboos. Zhou Ziheng recalled the scene at that time. In the end, he almost lost his importance and was completely controlled by desire.

Reaching out to help Xia Xiqing pull up the quilt and cover him up, guilt was about to swallow him up. He shouldn't have done it, it's not right. But when he recalled what Xia Xiqing said, trying to contact those people whose names he didn't even know to do these things for him, his heart ached. He didn't want to be angry either, and he tried to control himself. But when he met Xia Xiqing, he went crazy.

At the moment when both of them were about to lose their strength, he actually hoped that the world would be destroyed at this moment. At least in this way, Xia Xiqing would not leave. He died with himself in the end.

terrible.

He stretched out his hand tentatively, and held Xia Xiqing's finger with his fingertips, and the pad of his thumb gently rubbed against his slender hand.

After he wakes up, he should be angry, what a proud man he is.

Maybe that's the end of it between them.

[Zhou Ziheng, are we related? ]

[We didn't just play around from the beginning. ]

[I've had enough of you now. ]

He couldn't guess how Xia Xiqing felt when he said these words, but he could imagine how Xia Xiqing spurned those who dedicated their hearts to him in the past. They must have heard these words, perhaps more harsh and straightforward.

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his finger, gently touched the small mole on the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose, approached slowly, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

Why is he obsessed with such a cruel person.

Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he had a terrible headache, and his vision was not as bright as he imagined. The consciousness has not fully recovered to this body, but his first reaction was to stretch out his arms to test.

No one else but himself.

Xia Xiqing found it ridiculous. He tried his best to mock the self who was expecting too much. What was he thinking about? Wasn't he, Zhou Ziheng, sleeping? Is there any other possibility between them besides the physical relationship?

He changed into clean pajamas, and this bed and this bedroom were not as chaotic as he imagined, but Xia Xiqing felt even more sad. Should he be glad that the person who saw him last night was Zhou Ziheng, at least his heart was so kind. His heart will make him gentle enough and considerate enough not to embarrass himself too much.

His throat was so thirsty that it was about to catch fire. He tried to support himself up, but found that his whole body was sore and his bones were about to fall apart. Looking down at himself, the bruised and purple hickey marks on his chest formed a large patch. Xia Xiqing hardly dared to recall the absurd things that happened that night, Zhou Ziheng seemed to be a different person.

He kept repeating that sentence.

[You have only me. ]

How is it possible, as long as he wants, he can have many people.

So many, so many, too many to count.

The headache got worse and he wanted to go home. The bed was full of Zhou Ziheng's smell, which made him dizzy. Sitting up with great effort and enduring the pain, Xia Xiqing's legs were trembling.

I couldn't believe it, Xia Xiqing actually let a man **** him, and he was begging to be fucked. His self-esteem was ground to pieces, he didn't dare to recall the details of that night, he was simply a waste of whatever he wanted.

After sitting for a long time, Xia Xiqing went down the stairs holding onto the wall when he regained his strength. Every step was difficult, his legs were shaking violently, and he couldn't help scolding him in his heart.

Damn, Zhou Ziheng is too fierce, a twenty-year-old young man is really desperate to do it.

He had completely forgotten that it was actually himself who was desperate that night, and he was the one who kept pestering him.

He said he didn't look forward to it, but when Xia Xiqing went downstairs, he still thought, what if Zhou Ziheng was downstairs? What if he was just sitting on the sofa? Like, be tougher, just treat it as a change of taste.

But Zhou Ziheng was not downstairs, and Xia Xiqing only saw his folded clothes on the sofa and the cold milk.

He is a big star, and this level is already benevolent. Only a good old man like Zhou Ziheng can do this, so let's be content.

After a brief wash, he threw the toiletries into the trash can, walked out of the bathroom and sat on the sofa leaning on the wall, this time without even a note. Xia Xiqing can also understand, after all, Zhou Ziheng didn't like men before, maybe he tried it once and still can't accept it.

He slowly changed into his clothes, which seemed to have been washed, leaving only the scent of grapefruit-scented laundry detergent.

His throat was so dry and hoarse, Xia Xiqing hung his pajamas on the armrest of the sofa, took a sip of milk, and got up to go home.

Why do you feel so wronged in your heart?

Xia Xiqing didn't realize it himself. If it was the past, the first thing he would do when he wakes up would be to kill that lifeless dog, but now his mind is only full of Zhou Ziheng, and he wants to know where he went, but he doesn't want to to think about him.

His back hurt so much that he couldn't bend down at all, and he could only sit on the steps of the entrance to change his shoes. Looking at the pair of cotton slippers that fit his feet, Xia Xiqing felt even more uncomfortable. He just wanted to leave this place full of traces of Zhou Ziheng's life as soon as possible.

Zhou Ziheng's angry face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Xia Xiqing put his hand on the doorknob with lingering fear, and before turning it, the door opened from the outside. He was shocked, the person standing at the door was Zhou Ziheng.

He was wearing black, a black T-shirt and black jeans, a black baseball cap and a black mask, and a long black sleeve on his right arm, as if he was wearing it when he was playing basketball. Perhaps because of the color tone, his demeanor today is cold, with a heavy hostility.

Zhou Ziheng was carrying two full shopping bags, obviously he didn't expect to run into him just in time, seeing the well-dressed Xia Xiqing's eyes light up for a second, then darken instantly.

Without taking off the mask, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Let's have a meal before leaving, it will be ready soon."

Even though he said that, Zhou Ziheng didn't close the door and left the door open. If Xia Xiqing wanted to leave, he wouldn't stop him.

Seeing that he went in with his things on his own, Xia Xiqing was stunned for a while.

Did you go to the supermarket?

It's not right to stand here, it's not right to go in, it seems even more difficult to go straight home. Standing at the door, Xia Xiqing heard Zhou Ziheng tidying up his things, lost his mind for some reason, and closed the door all at once.

With a bang, Xia Xiqing was startled, and it was too late to regret it. He pretended to be completely unaffected, walked slowly back to the living room, and was about to sit down when Zhou Ziheng suddenly walked over, holding something in his hand.

"Why?" It's okay not to speak, but Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that his throat was completely useless.

Zhou Ziheng went around behind him and pulled out Xia Xiqing's white shirt that he had tucked into his suit trousers.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

There were two plasters on his waist, Xia Xiqing turned his head to look, Zhou Ziheng put down his clothes.

"You drank milk." Zhou Ziheng frowned. He had been out for so long, and the milk must have been cold. According to Xia Xiqing's lazy personality, he must have drunk it so cold.

However, Xia Xiqing made a mistake and regretted drinking the milk he left behind, so he said stiffly, "No."

"Really." Zhou Ziheng stretched out his fingers to wipe the milk marks on Xia Xiqing's lips, and walked to the kitchen without saying a word. The lie was immediately exposed, Xia Xiqing stretched out the back of his hand and wiped his lips repeatedly, and his heart beat faster.

I don't know why, but I always feel that something is wrong with Zhou Ziheng.

The patch worked, and the waist was hot. Xia Xiqing was going to the kitchen when his phone vibrated suddenly. He opened WeChat and saw that it was a friend request sent by a person. The profile picture was a letter Ke spelled out with matches . Xia Xiqing didn't know anyone with Ke in their name.

When he was not around, there were several missed calls on the mobile phone, including Xia Xiuze's and Xu Qichen's, but there were only one or two calls, and there was an unknown number, four or five calls.

He checked the number, then turned to WeChat to check the friend request.

Sure enough, it was the same number. Who is this person and why do I keep looking for him.

Xia Xiqing was too lazy to think too much, put the phone back in his pocket, walked into the restaurant, sat in front of the small dining table, his eyes fell on the bouquet of paper roses again.

They are not real roses, lifeless and never fading and withering.

Always in his heart, blooming beautifully.

He stood up suddenly, and said to Zhou Ziheng in the kitchen, "I don't have an appetite now, let's go."

Zhou Ziheng came out and stood at the door. The strange thing was that he was still wearing a mask, and his voice was a little colder than before.

"You have been in a coma for two days and you must eat something."

What's the matter with you? Xia Xiqing frowned, opened his mouth but didn't say anything. These words are too harsh, and it would be foolish to say such things when you are sober. Zhou Ziheng acted as if he would not let him go, which made Xia Xiqing helpless.

He sat back at the dining table and took out his mobile phone, only to find that he had received a message from Ruan Xiao.

[Ruan Xiao: Xi Qing, are you awake? Is there anything wrong? ]

[Ruan Xiao: You don’t have any serious health problems. We are all worried about you. ]

[Ruan Xiao: Well, the boy who rescued you with me that night, he is Zhou Ziheng's younger brother, he has something to do with you, you can add him on WeChat. ]

It turned out to be the person who had been secretly staring at him that day. Xia Xiqing added a friend, and the other party sent a message soon.

[Zhao Ke: Xia Xiqing, are you awake? Are you OK. ]

[Xia Xiqing: It’s okay, thank you for your help that day. ]

[Zhao Ke: It’s okay, where is Hengheng? did you see him Did he contact you? ]

Hengheng? It's really dear. There was a young lady who was his first love in the front, and a little friend with a bamboo horse in the back. Zhou Ziheng's childhood was really fulfilling.

Xia Xiqing walked leisurely to the kitchen with his mobile phone, leaned against the door frame, took a picture of Zhou Ziheng's back and sent it to him.

Not long after, Zhao Ke, who was anxiously waiting for news at home, received a photo from Xia Xiqing.

[Xia Xiqing: Your family Hengheng is making dinner for me. ]

What a dog food attack this is. Zhao Ke wrinkled his face, I am a friendly army! Even so, he still sent Ruan Xiao a screenshot of the chat history with Xia Xiqing, and the CP dog had to eat sugar together.

Xia Xiqing felt speechless, since he wanted to find Zhou Ziheng, why didn't he find him himself, he had to go through him, obviously it was all related to Hengheng. Thinking of this, he was suddenly a little unhappy, and exited the chat interface, just in time to see Zhou Ziheng's chat box below.

I couldn't help but click on his profile picture, which was the little rose made of paper towels.

Unpleasant emotions are simply a vicious circle, Xia Xiqing simply closed WeChat, out of sight and out of mind. He sat back at the dining table, pulled out a dark blue tablecloth from under a set of cutlery, and covered the bouquet of paper roses with it.

Zhou Ziheng came out with pasta with green sauce, and saw the covered flowers at a glance. He put Xia Xiqing's share in front of him, sat down opposite him, and lifted the tablecloth from the flowers.

Xia Xiqing was about to have a fit when he saw Zhou Ziheng take out the bunch of flowers and throw them into the trash can beside the dining table without saying a word. He stared blankly at Zhou Ziheng, completely unaware that he would do this.

"Hey... what are you doing..."

Zhou Ziheng returned to the kitchen, brought out the remaining salad and juice, and then sat down.

"Throw it away if you don't like it."

But don't you really like it? Xia Xiqing couldn't figure out Zhou Ziheng's thoughts at all. Don't these flowers have special meanings?

"You asked someone to stack these roses, and your head portrait. Why did you throw them away when you were so caring?" Xia Xiqing got ready to take out the bouquet of flowers, but Zhou Ziheng stopped him.

"I made them one by one myself. But now I don't think it makes any sense."

Why. Xia Xiqing didn't know why, so he sat back in embarrassment. What he didn't know was that Zhou Ziheng remembered everything he said that night, including the sentence [You must remember who I am. ]

He understood in an instant that Xia Xiqing mistakenly thought he was the girl's substitute. It made him disdainful to say it, but he had indeed changed his mind. He only had Xia Xiqing in his heart now. Although he didn't have the courage to say this now, he couldn't let Xia Xiqing be misunderstood like this.

"Eat, you must be hungry."

Xia Xiqing looked at him with his head down all the time, "Why are you still wearing a mask and hat? Don't you panic?" In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Xia Xiqing even joked to himself first, "Could you be Feel embarrassed, hey, whether you **** me or I **** you, I'm not embarrassed about why you're embarrassed here."

Zhou Ziheng took off his mask, but still lowered his head.

"Or do you feel sorry for me?" Xia Xiqing's tone was a bit hesitant, and there was nothing to be sorry for. Although it was contrary to his expectations all along, no matter how he said it, he personally agreed to Zhou Ziheng to do it.

He laughed a few times and put on an open-minded look, "Don't make me look like a little girl who was raped by you. Although someone drugged me, it's your wish, and You also want to help me, no matter how scumbag I am, it is reasonable."

"Besides, they are all men. I won't point a gun at you and make you responsible for me."

He rolled up a ball of pasta with a fork, "If you really feel sorry for me, just let me come back later, isn't that the relationship we have anyway."

yes. It was originally this kind of relationship. It seemed easier to say it.

It's really not Xia Xiqing's style to be made so coy the last time.

Zhou Ziheng finally raised his head, his eyes under the brim were extremely complicated. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Only then did Xia Xiqing realize that the corner of his mouth was broken, which was obviously the result of a fierce fight, "Hey, what's going on with your face?"

Zhou Ziheng didn't answer. He glanced at his watch, lowered his head and said to himself, "Eat first, eat more."

As he spoke, he stood up, took the full shopping bag to the chair next to him and put it away, and took out one thing after another from it, "This is a medicine for bruising, and it is applied twice a day. This ointment It’s anti-inflammatory and anti-swelling, apply it on the bottom, I’ve already used it for you, you can use it yourself in these two days.”

"The medicine that **** gave you has side effects. You have slept for two days and haven't eaten anything for the past two days. Your foundation must be weak. Here are vitamins and nutrients. You take them back. I know I told you I may not listen, but I still have to say, don’t eat spicy food these two days, let alone drink or smoke. I’m not sure if the effects of the medicine have completely subsided, and there may be potential side effects. Don’t take your body seriously. "

He rattled a lot, and gave every order in place, as if he was about to go on a long trip. Xia Xiqing was a little confused about the situation, "I slept for two days... I remember that there are still a few days before the actual start of the group, where are you going now?" His eyes swept over Zhou Ziheng's hand, and found that his knuckles were It was also hurt, "And what did you do?"

"It's nothing important." Zhou Ziheng pushed the pumpkin soup in front of Xia Xiqing, and changed the subject abruptly, "By the way, I heard from Director Kun that you decided to join the group. If your current thinking has not changed, we will See you on set."

"See you on set?" Xia Xiqing frowned, "Where are you going these two days?"

"I'm going to be very busy at work these two days. I'm flying around. I don't think I'll be able to get home." Zhou Ziheng ate a few mouthfuls of noodles indiscriminately, and Xia Xiqing noticed that the posture of holding the fork in his right hand was obviously wrong.

"Really? Then you won't be back these days?"

Zhou Ziheng looked up at him, thinking that he didn't believe what he said, he took out the key card from his body and pushed it over, "If you need anything, take it."

"What can I need? It's as if I don't have my own home." Xia Xiqing smiled and lowered his head to eat noodles. Zhou Ziheng hummed, and took his share to the kitchen without taking a few bites.

Xia Xiqing's cell phone rang, and it was that strange number again. After he connected, he asked, "Zhao Ke?"

"Yes, I'm Zhao Ke, why didn't you reply to my message, Ziheng is still with you now?"

Xia Xiqing finished his last mouthful of noodles, "To be precise, I am with him."

"Okay, okay, is he okay now? Is he injured?"

"You care about him so much, why don't you call him yourself?" Xia Xiqing leaned on the chair impatiently, his voice hoarse.

Zhao Ke got anxious first, "If I could get in touch with him, would I be looking for you? Damn, I'm in class. The group exploded, saying that he went to Wei Min's place by himself. He beat him up and sent him straight to the hospital, **** it, if Zhou Ziheng's brother hadn't taken this matter and helped him deal with those gossipers, Zhou Ziheng would have been a **** hot search on Weibo today?"

What…

"Is he the only one?" Xia Xiqing asked dully.

"Yeah, he didn't call me, I was the last to know. Damn I'm so mad." Zhao Ke cursed a few words and felt bad for Zhou Ziheng, "he's been more sensitive recently, he must be afraid of hurting our family so He didn’t look for me, he passed by alone, the driver and the security guard were all knocked down by him, and he pointed at Wei Min and beat him to death alone. I heard from the buddy who lived in the row with Wei Min that Zhou Ziheng was crazy , his eyes were red, no matter how much Wei Min begged for mercy, he would not stop. He was afraid of killing someone and ran to stop him."

Xia Xiqing froze in front of the dining table, unable to say a word.

"He should have told you about these things. I admire this kid. I was injured when I sent him to the hospital. I turned around and went back to cook for you." Zhao Ke sighed, "This matter It was rumored in the circle that it was crazy, his father was so angry that Zhou Ziheng had never provoked anything since he was a child, not to mention fighting, he had never scolded anyone, now he is so crazy, his father is really, let him go Even if he apologizes to others, he will never die, and he will never admit his mistakes... You don't know how strict his family is..."

"So how does he cope now..."

"I just called his brother and told him that his father was going to lock him up at home for a few days. His mobile phone was closed, and he was not allowed to go out until he joined the group. But he told his brother to go back to pick up a very important thing. I will go home to receive the punishment by myself. I don’t want to take a look at him while he is still in confinement, and I don’t know if he has serious injuries..."

Before listening to Zhao Ke's last words, Xia Xiqing hung up the phone, dialed Zhou Ziheng's cell phone, and it turned off.

He left the dining table and walked to the kitchen calmly. Zhou Ziheng was standing on the counter, pouring honey into a glass jar filled with lemon slices. Hearing Xia Xiqing's footsteps, he closed the glass jar and turned slightly. Turn your head and explain to him, "Your voice is too hoarse, you need to take good care of it for a few days, this is good for your voice, you have to put it in the refrigerator or it will go bad." Take everything to your house, I'm afraid you'll end up with me talking so much..."

"Zhou Ziheng, can you do it?" Xia Xiqing's voice was hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor.

"Huh?" Zhou Ziheng didn't understand what he meant, "Oh, are you talking about this? These are trivial things, nothing." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took a deep breath, like a child who has done something wrong, " sorry."

"you…"

"I regret it. I also received an invitation from that art salon that day. I should have gone so that nothing else would happen. But what I really want to apologize for is what I did to you later, even though you said no Responsible, but I know that you are a very strong person, no matter who did this to you, you must be very difficult to accept, and I don't know how to make up for you, after you join the group, you can..."

"Zhou Ziheng." Xia Xiqing walked in front of him, grabbed his right hand, and took off the black wristband, which was wrapped in gauze and soaked in blood. "Before you apologize, can you explain these injuries to me?"

The wounds were actually stabbed by flying debris when he smashed the windshield with a baseball bat, didn't have time to take care of it, and were torn during the fight.

He muffled his voice, "It's actually not very serious, it looks scary, and it will be fine in two days." He let Xia Xiqing hold his hand, and he was still a little happy in his heart, at least Xia Xiqing cared about him.

"I'm sorry," his tone was terribly sincere, "I was angry at you, and I said something too much. I didn't think that way...nor...Anyway, now that I think about it, I feel that I am not a particularly good person. thing."

Xia Xiqing frowned subconsciously when he recalled what he said to him in a panic.

[You have only me, you have only me. ]

"So you mean that what you said at that time was actually not what you really thought?"

Zhou Ziheng's eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth, "I..." How could he say that he really thought that way at the time, that he really wanted to kill everyone who had unreasonable thoughts about him, and even wanted to kill everyone who wanted him? Go find someone else's Xia Xiqing.

"I…"

A strange cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting what Zhou Ziheng almost said, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath, "Go ahead."

Zhou Ziheng took out a mobile phone from his trousers pocket, and Xia Xiqing recognized at a glance that it was not the one he usually used. The caller on it had the words Zhou Zijing written on it.

The other party's voice was cold and low, "The underground garage, two minutes, go downstairs."

Zhou Ziheng hummed and hung up the phone. The expression on his face was extremely sad, and he wanted to explain to Xia Xiqing what had happened in the past few days, but he couldn't explain it. He wanted to say that he ran back like crazy, but he was afraid that Xia Xiqing had already left. Buying medicine for cooking, even if he knows that there is a high probability that Xia Xiqing has already escaped.

But he finally caught up and came back before Xia Xiqing left. Too many words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to start. Xia Xiqing's body was much more important than talking about him and Wei Min.

"I'm going to work." Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists with his hanging hands, his tone was low, "You have to take care of yourself. And..." He hesitated, "I can give you a hug..."

The rest of the request was sealed by Xia Xiqing in an intimate kiss, the sweetness was mixed with a trace of blood, his arms hugged Zhou Ziheng's back tightly, and ended this shallow kiss. Xia Xiqing put his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, put his forehead against his, and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against Zhou Ziheng's, "When time is running out..."

From those beautiful pupils, Zhou Ziheng saw only himself.

"Stop talking nonsense and kiss me."