Perhaps he did not expect Zhou Ziheng to ask this question. Xia Xiqing's hands trembled slightly, and a little transparent wine was sprinkled on his legs, blurring a dark circle.
After hesitating, he drank the glass of wine in one fell swoop, then turned his head back to Zhou Zhou and raised the corners of his mouth.
"You are one step late."
Zhou Ziheng knew that he was escaping. He did not have the courage to continue to ask questions. No, he was afraid of seeing Xia Xiqing who gave the answer instead of not having the courage.
Shang Sirui didn't seem to hear Zhou Ziheng's soft question. He was struggling on the edge of being half drunk and half awake, "Hey? Hey... Next..." He sat up barely, shaking the bottle.
"You are really persistent..." Zhou Ziheng shook his head helplessly. Obviously I was so drunk that I was still thinking about the game.
It was also a wicked one, and the mouth of the bottle was pointed at Xia Xiqing again.
"Huh? It's Xi Qing~" 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 whisper, and said to him in a similarly warning tone, "You are not allowed to ask a question."
Like a trapped beast that delineates a safe area after being injured.
Knowing him for so long, this is the first time he has spoken to himself like this. Zhou Ziheng frowned as he looked up and drank a glass of strong alcohol.
Shang Sirui realized afterwards, "I, I haven't asked any questions..."
"It's late." Xia Xiqing smiled at him, "I drank it all." The wine was drunk too quickly, and the pungent breath turned up. Xia Xiqing couldn't help coughing. Zhou Ziheng subconsciously reached out to shoot, but Xia Xiqing sensitively hid it. open.
He regretted his impulse just now.
Zhou Ziheng retracted his hand slowly, saying nothing.
Shang Sirui once again stubbornly sat up with the armrest of the sofa, and just reached out to the wine bottle on the coffee table. Before touching it, he fell on the coffee table and broke the piece completely.
"Hey, hello..." Zhou Ziheng patted Shang Sirui's hand, but the other party was still motionless, completely fainted.
"Really served." Zhou Ziheng stood up, dragged Shang Sirui to the bed, and covered it with a quilt. Shang Sirui stretched out an arm, muttering vaguely, "Legs hurt... I don't want to dance..."
The idol is also pitiful. Zhou Ziheng sighed and heard Xia Xiqing's abnormal 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 walked outside the door.
Sure enough, he stepped on his minefield. Zhou Ziheng also lowered his head, standing still for a while not knowing what to do.
Wait until Xia Xiqing is gone.
Originally thinking like this, but suddenly heard a bang from the hallway at the door, Zhou Ziheng walked quickly over and found Xia Xiqing kneeling on the ground, supporting the floor with both hands with his back to him, panting heavily.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Ziheng hurried forward, grabbed Xia Xiqing's arm and placed it on his shoulder, trying to help him stand up, but Xia Xiqing didn't have any strength all over, and his legs seemed to tremble as if they were stepping on cotton. .
Xia Xiqing didn't say a word. Zhou Ziheng struggled to stand up and turned his face to look at him. He found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were slightly squinted, his ears were red and hot, and large swaths of blush stained his side neck. He seemed to want to talk, with his mouth 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 lives on the opposite side, saving a lot of trouble.
The vodka's stamina was greater than he thought. Zhou Ziheng only drank a glass, but he felt dizzy, and the lights in the hallway loomed one after another, blocking the line of sight. Xia Xiqing fell on his body, hot all over.
You have to open the door for him. Zhou Ziheng asked Xia Xiqing to be leaned against the door panel and held his hand on his shoulder, but Xia Xiqing couldn’t stand at all. Before Zhou Ziheng reached his trouser pocket, Xia Xiqing dropped his head down the door and almost sat down. On the ground. Zhou Ziheng sighed and picked him up helplessly. One hand passed under his arm, facing each other, holding his back, and the other hand reached into his pants pocket to fumble for the room card.
Xia Xiqing seemed to be somewhat conscious, he also reached into his pocket and held Zhou Ziheng's index finger.
"Hey… "
"Catch it." Xia Xiqing suddenly fell on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and smiled madly.
Zhou Ziheng was a little startled, not knowing if he was infected by this person's abnormal heat, and his ears also started to become hot rapidly.
I found the room card and finally opened the door. I was afraid that Xia Xiqing would fall down after leaning against the door. Zhou Ziheng half hugged him and kicked the door open with his foot awkwardly, only to get the drunk guy in. Room.
The hand that grabbed his index finger just now was wrapped around his neck again. The fingers were horribly hot, yet it was tightly pressed against the skin of his neck, unwilling to let go, trying to direct all the heat to the innocent him.
Zhou Ziheng struggled to get Xia Xiqing onto the 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?"
"Wash... Bath..." His voice changed, as if he had been burned by heavy wine, from a light cloud to a quicksand with a clear water bottom.
Zhou Ziheng saw him get up and fell to the ground again. He couldn't help but become annoyed. "What kind of bath you are so drunk." He was about to pull him up, but he heard Xia Xiqing whisper stubbornly: "I want to wash… "
What evil did he do? Zhou Ziheng reluctantly picked up Xia Xiqing and took him to the bathroom. Xia Xiqing is like a cat who is seriously ill, clinging to him and unwilling to let go, making Zhou Ziheng feel agitated.
"Let's wash." He put Xia Xiqing on the bathroom floor. Xia Xiqing tried to open his eyes wide, as if confirming that the surrounding area was indeed a bathroom, and then began to take off his shirt. The alcohol numbs his limbs, making the simplest movements dull and awkward. Zhou Ziheng stood aside, watching his gray-blue jacket stuck on Xia Xiqing's head and couldn't take it off. He felt pitiful and funny.
It turns out that the cunning and nasty person can be so clumsy at times.
Out of this unhealthy mentality, Zhou Ziheng squatted down, helped him take off his coat like a child, and threw it on the floor outside.
This was the first time he undressed someone. Zhou Ziheng didn't dare to look at him, he was obviously all men.
Feeling cold, Xia Xiqing's eyelashes moved slowly, she lowered her head to look at her naked, then looked up at Zhou Ziheng, her eyes blurred and confused.
"Why do you... take my clothes off..."
Is this person sick? Zhou Ziheng was about to roll his eyes to the sky.
"You can play here by yourself, I won't accompany you." I was about to get up, but was grabbed by Xia Xiqing, and instead of standing up, I 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, which also concealed the softness of his appearance, but now he uses this face to make a weak expression at Zhou Ziheng.
There is no way to refuse, it is better to surrender directly.
"I've taken you." Zhou Ziheng stretched his arms and turned his head to the outside of the bathroom, trying to reach for the shirt he threw out just now, and asked, "Aren't you taking a shower?"
Before Xia Xiqing could reply, he suddenly felt something dig into the hem of his clothes. He was startled when he turned his head. Xia Xiqing lifted his shirt and head in, and his two hot hands hugged his waist.
"Hey!" Zhou Ziheng held him by the waist and pulled him out, "Don't go drunk crazy."
But Xia Xiqing just didn't come out, Zhou Ziheng could feel his hot cheeks tightly against his chest, burning his abnormal heartbeat.
"It's so cold..." Xia Xiqing, who held him tightly and didn't want to let go, let out an urn sigh on his chest.
Zhou Ziheng really had no tricks, and it was no way to go on like this. Who would have thought that Xia Xiqing had so many tricks when he was drunk.
He originally wanted to hug Xia Xiqing up horizontally, but he just hugged his back like this, there was no way to hug him horizontally. Zhou Ziheng could only hold his two long legs like a child in this position. At the waist, one hand supported his back and the other held his thigh.
Xia Xiqing turned into a koala who liked to get into his master's clothes. He was taken out of the bathroom by the master. He returned to the bed for the second time. Just after being put down by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing panicked. Without grabbing Zhou Ziheng, he grabbed it again, and happened to grab the waist of Zhou Ziheng's trousers.
Zhou Ziheng was about to be forced to death by him. He didn't plan to leave. Who knew that this guy would pull his pants when he came up, and he was about to take it off. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand in a panic, and Xia Xiqing sensed that he hadn't gone, and dazedly climbed up and hugged his waist.
"do not go… "
I have to take a bath for a while, and I'm afraid of the cold for a while, and now I don't let people go. The key point is that Xia Xiqing is holding her waist, and putting her hands too out of place makes Zhou Ziheng's face red and white, and his brain is messed up. He simply sits on the bed and uses a little bit of strength to grab his hand and force Xia Xiqing. Pull away, "You're sober."
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, as if they were not looking at him, just like ears. The lips stained red with alcohol stubbornly pressed, and after a while, they let go.
The voice trembles.
"Can't you not go... I don't want to be alone..." Xia Xiqing lowered his head, it seemed that it was already very difficult to speak, every word emptied his energy.
Zhou Ziheng stared at him blankly. In silence, he heard the sound of water falling, one drop, one drop, fainting on the white quilt covering his legs, the water stain spread and spread, turning gray.
"You, why are you crying." Zhou Ziheng panicked, he never thought that Xia Xiqing would cry. He stretched out his hand to hold Xia Xiqing's chin, and the moment he lifted it, he saw tears on his face. The water light was like a soft and precious silk, thin as a cicada's wings, covering his face.
Eyelashes were covered with teardrops that were so fragmented that they couldn't fall, and they shone like stars under the light.
Xia Xiqing hugged Zhou Ziheng's neck and cried silently. I don't know why, he made no sound when he cried, but Zhou Ziheng felt that his shoulders were soaked in his tears. Can't help but reach out and hug his back.
"Don't cry." Zhou Ziheng gently touched his bulging spine, and then raised his hand to rub the back of his neck. He is the youngest child in the family and has never experienced comforting others. 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 didn't stop, his voice was nasal, soft and sticky, like a child.
"I don't want to stay here alone..." His hand gripped Zhou Ziheng's back tightly, as if exhausted his strength, "It's so dark here... I'm afraid..."
Zhou Ziheng felt pain in his heart, as if what Xia Xiqing's hands grasped was not the skin on his back, but his heart.
"It's not dark, look, there is light here."
Xia Xi Qingyue refused to raise his head, holding him stubbornly, his tone was headstrong and sad, "No! There is no light here... and no one... I'm going to die... I'm locked up..." He suddenly began to gulp. Gasping for breath, broke free from Zhou Ziheng's arms, lowered his head, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's right hand, and randomly pressed it to his waist.
"It hurts so much here..." Xia Xiqing looked up at him with tears in his red eyes.
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 was not long, but it looked deep, and it looked abrupt and terrifying on his fair skin.
Xia Xiqing inhales in pain, the black hair that is soaked in tears and sticking to her cheeks, and the red and moist lips, he looks like a gorgeous dying fish.
"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 regretted it very much. Why did he ask that question? If it weren't for his temporary curiosity, perhaps Xia Xiqing would never recall these things. He felt as if he had peeled off Xia Xiqing's scab alive, but now he could only look at the blood from the wound, but there was no remedy.
"You won't die." Zhou Ziheng held him tightly in his arms, "I am here, you are not alone."
"mother… "
His voice was so weak that Zhou Ziheng even thought it was an illusion.
"Don't lock me here... please..." Xia Xiqing begged for mercy intermittently, like a kid who made mistakes.
"I'm very obedient... Don't kill me, okay..."
kill me…
He suddenly thought of the scar on his waist.
how come? !
With just these few words, Zhou Ziheng already felt terrified. He couldn't imagine what Xia Xiqing had experienced as a child. He kept begging for mercy, explaining, praying not to lock him up, saying he was cold, saying he was afraid, saying he wanted to come out.
Zhou Ziheng's eyes were red, and he hugged him tightly, repeating the same words in his ears.
"Don't be afraid, I am here."
Until Xia Xiqing's tears finally drained, he no longer had the strength to beg for mercy, and fell asleep in his arms as if he was dead.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly became frightened.
In the past twenty years, he had never been so flustered as he is now. He even used his hands to detect Xia Xiqing's breath. After confirming that he had really just slept, the beating heart gradually returned to normal.
He just fell asleep.
He finally fell asleep.
Zhou Ziheng gently laid him on the bed, watching him curl up into the white softness, but 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 one night, he might never wake up again.
Xia Xiqing's hoarse cry for help was still circling in his ear.
"Don't keep me here alone."
Zhou Ziheng finally stayed, lying beside him. He could hardly close his eyes, just looking at Xia Xiqing who was curled up next to him, occasionally pulling his hair away with his hands.
The eyes that had been crying for too long swelled up, and the thin upper eyelids that were almost transparent were slightly bulging, revealing some veins of blood vessels. His eyelashes turned out to be so long, longer than those of the actresses he had worked with before, and they trembled gently in his dreams, just like him when he was crying, revealing a lingering sense of vulnerability.
The hand that opened his hair couldn't help but went down and touched the end of his eyelashes, causing him to frown slightly, as if he was about to wake up, but only drilled towards Zhou Ziheng.
The distance suddenly shortened, and his arm could almost touch Xia Xiqing's still hot skin.
Xia Xiqing, who sank into the dream again, raised his face slightly, as if breathing could be smoother in this way. His eyes fell on it involuntarily, and the tip of his crying nose turned red, making the mole more pitiful. Zhou Ziheng's still hanging hand paused, and his index finger finally touched the tip of his nose lightly.
It's too light, like a dragonfly, only my heart is rippling. The water wave swayed further away, until the nerve endings, until he couldn't help lowering his lips.
Finally, he kissed the cold nose, the small mole that had led him to do so many times. He finally did this, when Xia Xiqing didn't know it.
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, and the joy that is mixed with pain can make people feel good. So fascinated.
Just hide it all night and return it to him early tomorrow morning.