Xia Xiqing felt like she 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, just like a replayed horror movie, every shot is carved into the bone marrow.
Xia Xiqing was afraid that he would reveal his cowardly and pathetic side when he was unconscious, so he never fell asleep beside others, and never let himself get drunk to the point of unconsciousness. But last night's alcohol content was too high, and the stamina was also great. No matter how good the alcohol was, I couldn't hold a glass and then pour it in.
Before opening his eyes, Xia Xiqing felt his temples jumping suddenly and dizzy with pain.
No, how does he feel... Who is in his arms
He opened his eyes laboriously and blinked twice. The unresponsive sensory nerves finally confirmed the environment he was in. He was indeed held in his arms, and that person was Zhou Ziheng, whom he had coveted for a long time.
What's happening here! He won't get drunk and put Zhou Ziheng to sleep.
The other protagonist in the brainstorm seemed to feel the person in his arms moving. He was still immersed in the dream and stretched out his other hand without opening his eyes, turned around, and changed from lying down. Lying on his side, circle Xia Xiqing's whole person into his chest, place his chin on the top of Xia Xiqing's head, and touch Xia Xiqing's smooth back like a cat, while muttering in his mouth, "Don't be afraid... "
"I'm afraid of a hairy." Xia Xiqing, who was hugged by Zhou Ziheng and breathless, took a bite of Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and directly awoke him from his sleep.
"Hiss..." Zhou Ziheng curled his eyebrows and stretched out his hands to cover his shoulders, half-squinted at Xia Xiqing, dumbfounded for a long time, "What are you doing..."
"What are you doing?" Xia Xiqing opened the quilt suddenly, revealing the naked upper body, "What did you do to me?"
Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, "I didn't do anything..." His mind was dumbfounded, in the mist, but suddenly he felt that his calf was rubbed from bottom to top by his toes, and he subconsciously gave a sensation, look. Xiang Xia Xiqing's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He stretched out his hand and squeezed Zhou Ziheng's chin, "Then why are you holding me."
Zhou Ziheng finally eased, he felt like he was going to be driven crazy by the man in front of him. Is this the same Xia Xiqing who cried all night last night
He grabbed the quilt and covered his head, arrogantly refused to answer, turned his back, closed his eyes and pretended not to hear anything.
The person who got drunk last night is not himself... Those are dreams, no, maybe it is a dream now. That's right, just wake up, so hurry up and wake up.
"I'm asking you what you have to say." Xia Xiqing couldn't move Zhou Ziheng, so he stood up and straddled him. Two hands crossed Zhou Ziheng's face. "Say, what happened last night."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to open his eyes.
He suddenly thought of Xia Xiqing, who was awakened on the plane, and asked himself with such a defensive expression that 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 of this, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. He, who has never wanted to lie, also broke the vow, slowly opened his eyes, and sincerely made up a reasonable course, "Nothing happened, you were drunk, I helped you back, and I was tired and tired. Sleepy, I slept right here."
Xia Xiqing's shrewd eyes were full of suspiciousness. Despite this, Zhou Ziheng stared at him fearlessly, staring at the eyes that were still red. After all, he is an actor, and he still has this psychological quality.
"Nothing really happened?" Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, rubbing her fingers against Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, "Is it that I am too unattractive? No good things like drunken morality have happened?"
I cried like that, who would dare to do it to you? Zhou Ziheng complained, but he didn't have that strange habit.
Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziheng was a little embarrassed, so he turned his head, "I have to sleep for a while, you get off me."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's face full of sleepiness and lack of interest, the bad genes in Xia Xiqing's bones began to haunt him again, "If you let me down, I will come down." He simply lay on Zhou Ziheng's body, his soft lips pressed against Zhou Ziheng. With a hot pinna in his ear, whispered in his ear with the hoarse voice after crying, "Ah, still sleeping..."
Such a sticky scene, this kind of provocative tone, is completely the intimate chatter of lovers in the morning.
No matter what he said, Xia Xiqing moved his knees gently through the quilt, and his dry lips moved down Zhou Ziheng's sharp jaw line. I don't know why, this kind of action made him feel satisfied, there is a kind of thrill of licking honey.
"Don't rub..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and reached out from the quilt to grab his restless knees. Xia Xiqing discovered an incredible secret and deliberately lowered his voice "kindly" to remind him, "Your neck is red."
Zhou Ziheng was very annoyed. The current Xia Xiqing and the Xia Xiqing of last night are simply different. All the sympathy aroused by him in the night has been burned into a fire, either eating himself or eating him. Xia Xiqing, who was pressed on his knees and squirmed endlessly, finally consumed his patience. Zhou Ziheng suddenly lifted him off of him. Xia Xiqing, who had not fully recovered after drinking so much wine, could not have the strength to deal with him, that’s all. Resistantly was overwhelmed by Zhou Ziheng.
"I told you not to move."
Knowing that Zhou Ziheng was full of anger, but Xia Xiqing still didn't know how to live or die, probably in his eyes anger always brought out the strongest hormones, which made him excited. Half-bent knees swayed lightly from side to side, Xia Xiqing's raised chin brought out the most beautiful neckline, and he whispered softly like a curse, "Kiss me, I won't move." After he finished speaking, he raised again. He raised his eyebrows, it was as bad as a change of person in an instant, "Otherwise I will let you die."
"Kiss..."
Xia Xiqing deliberately softened her tone, poking her heart like a killer's tongue, "Please..."
I don't know if he is unconscious after drinking. This way, he gradually overlaps with the Xia Xiqing who clung to him and begged him not to leave last night. The water vapor in his eyes looked like alcohol that hadn't evaporated clean last night. When he looked straight for a few seconds, he began to spin around unconsciously.
He obviously didn't want to be tempted by him.
But what was stolen last night will always be returned to him.
Finding the worst excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed it lightly, as if it was not his lips, but the most fragile rose in the world.
I can't bear to stay in the water.
When he left, Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were full of surprise, and the dark pupils in his hands were a little dilated, and even the lips that he had just kissed did not consciously open, and the heart paused for a moment.
He never thought that Zhou Ziheng would really kiss him, but just deliberately seduce him out of mischief as before. But Zhou Ziheng actually kissed him.
Being so close, the sudden silence made the atmosphere become cramped for an instant. Zhou Ziheng regretted that he could not wait to disappear into the world now. He could do everything he could, and he never thought that Xia Xiqing would react like this.
"Can you kiss again?" Xia Xiqing maintained a dazed state, somehow came out such a sentence.
Zhou Ziheng thought he had heard it wrong, frowned questioningly, "What did you say?"
"Kiss again." Xia Xiqing's eyes finally focused and brightened. "Just one more time, I promise this time." He embraced Zhou Ziheng's neck with his arms around him, his face full of sincerity.
What is this man. Zhou Ziheng's eyebrows were twisted, and his heart twisted even more.
In fact, he also wanted to kiss again, but...
But.
No, but, he confessed his fate, he just couldn't help the temptation. Zhou Ziheng quickly bowed his head against Xia Xiqing’s mouth. As soon as he touched it, he pressed the back of his head. The poor little dragonfly originally only wanted to rub the water surface with the tip of its wings. Rub it down.
Who would have thought of being swept in, drowning half-forcedly.
Xia Xiqing bit on Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, and when he opened his lips due to pain, he directly impacted, stirring the softest and moist part. I don't know why, at the moment Zhou Ziheng was willing to kiss him, something suddenly appeared in his mind. Weird picture—He was held tightly by Zhou Ziheng, and in his arms was the gentleness he had never felt before in his life, the kind of gentleness that made people willingly die in it.
This must be a dream, fuck it, just treat it as a dream. He is like a water-thirsty beast, trying his best to draw the nutrients he needs from him. The fight between lips and teeth was originally his most handy link, but at this moment, because of excessive desire, he has become abnormal. 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 hovered at the critical point for too long too long. The remaining resistance and reason were completely destroyed last night. He didn't know if he gave up avoiding Xia Xiqing because of sympathy. Perhaps sympathy was just his excuse.
Everything is an excuse to cover up your heart.
Xia Xiqing's hand moved down slowly, stroking the back of Zhou Ziheng's neck in a fierce kiss, and then down to the shoulder blades protruding from his arms. These hands were like paintbrushes, carefully tracing the lines he thought were the most perfect, until he could no longer bear the urge not to embrace this body, he put his smooth chest against his broad and warm chest.
The hug made Zhou Ziheng a desire to protect Xia Xiqing. After inadvertently breaking through his weakness, this desire for protection has quickly become a threatening conditioned reflex. He couldn't help but hug Xia Xiqing back, and fell on his side on the bed. The knee that had been licked before rubbed up again, and squeezed into Zhou Ziheng's legs in the close kiss.
Zhou Ziheng frowned sharply, reaching out to take his leg away, but Xia Xiqing pressed closer and tighter, and the gasp almost leaked out of his lips. Xia Xiqing was never a twitchy person. He was an out-and-out hedonist in dealing with desires, not to mention Zhou Ziheng, who had coveted for so long.
At an inappropriate time, the end of the awakened spirit, the flames buried deep in the dark, are just a little bit, not to mention Xia Xiqing’s behavior never leaves room for extinguishing the endless flame heart, Zhou Ziheng can only hit him with his tongue viciously. , Pinching the back of Xia Xiqing's neck and forcing him to lift his chin, opened his eyes while licking the kiss, and saw Xia Xiqing closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like last night.
Suddenly there was malice.
Will he cry, at this time.
Xia Xiqing didn't know anything about his bad thoughts, only felt that his mind was going to be burned, his body was horribly hot, the temples were soaked with sweat, and the hair was wrapped around his face. Biting Zhou Ziheng’s lower lip again, as light as a seduction, then let go, and licked Zhou Ziheng’s deep eyes soaked lips, pressed it against Zhou Ziheng’s ears, and the tip of his tongue traced his ears. The lines of the outline, his voice was baked into an ambiguous color by the damp and hot breath, inaudible, and loudly.
The scruples were consumed under the collision of skin and flesh, and the heat rose to the critical point, and the continuation and intermittent fermentation of the breath produced an ambiguous rhythm. Xia Xiqing pressed anxiously and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin. The hint was so obvious that he couldn't refuse it. What kind of morality, what kind of restraint and righteousness, was torn to pieces by this person in front of him at this moment.
The palms of the two people were wrapped in waves and flames, and the fierce friction consumed reason, evaporating sweat and burning cravings. Hot kisses can't save anyone, they can only wait to be turned into embers by the fire of a prairie prairie.
At the end of the most intimate war, both of them lost their minds.
The drenched Xia Xiqing's chest was violently ups and downs, and the pleasure 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 of what they had done just now. Xia Xiqing's eyes were lazy, making people feel more embarrassed. Zhou Ziheng simply covered his eyes with his palms, and feared that he would think it was too dark, so he had to cover it a few centimeters apart, and his tone was awkward, "Don't look at me. "
"You're embarrassed." Xia Xiqing moved to his side, drilled up again, and kissed his palm. I don't know why. Xia Xiqing would feel that this is enough. Obviously, it can only be counted. Taste some sweetness.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his side neck with his fingertips, "Did you feel the cocoon on my hand just now? Uncomfortable?" He leaned to Zhou Ziheng's ear, "It's all the cocoons worn out when I painted you. , I'll give it back to you now..."
The love words on these beds made Zhou Ziheng's heart beating wildly, and his face burned to death, "Shut up..."
"Please don't shut me up in the future, and kiss him directly." After saying that, Xia Xiqing wrapped her up and kissed him again, her tongue tangled, until the last little bit of strength was swept away, Xia Xiqing fell down and lay on her side. Looking at Zhou Ziheng.
He felt that the more he was living, the more lifeless he was, and he felt so happy when he tasted such a bit of sweetness.
Zhou Ziheng was simply his stimulant, picking up the tip of his nails just a little bit would kill him.
Zhou Ziheng, who had finished kissing, still felt embarrassed. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, pretending to be sleepy, "I want to sleep a little longer."
"I don't know why, my eyes hurt so much." Xia Xiqing stared at the ceiling and spoke gently. Zhou Ziheng's heart twitched, as if he had been pierced with an invisible needle. He heard Xia Xiqing say to himself again, "Maybe it was because he was drinking too hard and his head hurts."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing was snatched into his arms by Zhou Ziheng. He was taken aback for a moment, "What are you doing, I scared me."
Zhou Ziheng's arms were wrapped around his back, his chin pressed against the top of his head, and his voice was soft, "I want to hold you to sleep, can I?"
"No, you don't think of me as a woman, I'm not the young lady in your heart." Xia Xiqing tried to push him away, but he hugged him tighter.
"I didn't think so, I don't like her anymore."
"If you don't like it, don't you like it?" Xia Xiqing smiled, "I thought you would be more affectionate."
"A person like me..." Zhou Ziheng laughed self-deprecatingly. He originally thought so, so he was so disgusted and guilty when he found that he was tempted. It’s not good to like someone, but I just like someone who sees through his bad nature from the beginning, and knows the impossible from the beginning.
"Maybe I don't like her either, I just want to see her again."
Xia Xiqing didn't speak. The legendary Bai Yueguang didn't touch him at all. Anyway, he didn't expect to occupy any place in Zhou Ziheng's heart. The red and white rose drama was extremely tacky. It didn't matter whether he liked it or not.
Zhou Ziheng's chest exuded the temperature of ironing, although he didn't want to admit it, it was really comfortable to be held so.
After a long time, when he thought Zhou Ziheng must have been asleep, he finally couldn't help but speak.
"If you don't dislike it, let's keep this relationship."
When he said this, he felt that he was a fool. What is this, a long-term friend invitation
"Forget it, in case I get tired within two days." He added deliberately, "Or..."
Before I finished speaking, I heard a deep rhetorical question coming from above my head.
"Aren't you afraid that I like you?"
Xia Xiqing was startled first, and then smiled again, the laughter was very good.
"No, you know who I am best, I can't lie to you, and you won't like me." His tone was determined, and he imprinted a kiss on Zhou Ziheng's neck, somehow, as if he had found temptation. Confidently, "Now this relationship is very good, stable and safe."
Zhou Ziheng didn't say a word, in Xia Xiqing's opinion, it was an acquiescence.
It is really strange, for Zhou Ziheng's acquiescence, he himself feels incredible. Maybe Zhou Ziheng was only in a moment of self-control, and he would fall with him once. But it doesn't matter, there is the first time there is the second time, no matter how lofty 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 messing with others," his voice was deep and there was no mood swing in every word, "I will kill you."
The effect of this sentence from his mouth is 10,000 times more terrifying than the literal meaning. Everyone is fine, but this person is Zhou Ziheng, an idealist who is very kind and full of compassion.
Xia Xiqing was taken aback, and his mind almost couldn't move. 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.
To reassure, he raised his head and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin.
"I never put anyone in my eyes since I met you." Xia Xiqing's hand stroked the line of Zhou Ziheng's side neck, as if stroking a perfect piece of art, "You think I'm a lie, I don't deny it. . This sentence is true."
Zhou Ziheng's hope was true. At this moment, he even hoped that his eyes would be broken and that he could only see himself for the rest of his life.
He can suddenly understand those who are obsessed with collecting.
At this moment, how much he hopes that the artist in his arms can become his own work of art. Without thought, action, and unpredictable heart, he can only quietly show him his beauty.
too frightening. Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe that he would have such pathological thoughts.
Xia Xiqing did not wait for Zhou Ziheng's response. He was too tired. His excessive release and the spirits of the previous night emptied his body. Zhou Ziheng's embrace was so warm that he quickly fell into a dream.
A rare good dream, so good that I can't remember the content when I 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 most was that his whole body was changed into new clothes, dark red hooded sweater, denim jeans, and even socks.
Xia Xiqing couldn't figure out why such people exist in the world. His tenderness seems to be innate, as inexhaustible as the sun's rays. Perhaps he has been surrounded by love since he was born, and he will be gentle so easily only when he is poured into the blood.
Not like yourself. The love that can be shown is fake, and the tenderness to others is self-overdraft.
Zhou Ziheng’s clothes are stained with the smell of his usual perfume, the citrus fragrance that has been fading away from the sweetness, and it is clear and long, as if you can touch the spring of the first melting snow with your hand, and every drop flowing between your fingers is a creation of sunlight. .
He was sitting on the bed with his arms around his knees, his chin pressed against his arms for a long time, until he finally peeled off from the half-dream and half-awake state before getting out of the bed.
After washing, I found sandwiches and milk on the coffee table in the room, as well as a handwritten note with the words as they are.
[I caught the plane and left first, and I don’t have to return this suit. ]
Xia Xiqing chuckled slightly, this guy really has nothing to say. He turned the note over at random, and unexpectedly found that a line was written on the other side.
[You may dislike my aesthetics, but I tried a few more, this one looks the best for you. ]
The aesthetic is indeed childish as always, this eye-catching color...
Xia Xiqing looked down at the sweater on her body, and suddenly found that there was a line of letters printed on it.
Born to be Loved.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng's mental journey in finding clothes:
This one should look great in him, and he looks great in white-this one is also great! But I have worn this one several times, and it is very troublesome to be photographed when he wears it-this one also looks good-what if it looks good (I am immersed in the beautiful fantasy of dressing up my wife, and Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen has a sense of sight)-ah Just this one! The skin is white and red and it looks good. This line of characters was written to him. My baby was born to be loved! (And this is a birthday gift my mother bought~)