What is this person doing
He was flirting with me again?! There was clearly another one inside.
Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's restless hand and asked, "What do you want to do now?"
Xia Xiqing's eyes lazily turned to the wrist Zhou Ziheng was holding, then glanced over and looked into his eyes, saying expressionlessly, "It hurts."
It was completely subconscious. Zhou Ziheng felt that he had done something wrong. He immediately let go of Xia Xiqing's wrist, opened his mouth, and the word "I'm sorry" was on his lips when he suddenly reacted.
That's not right. It was this person who teased him first. Why should he apologize
Xia Xiqing really likes the feeling of teasing Zhou Ziheng to the point of anger, and then restraining him with moral sense when he is about to go crazy. Just like a little tiger, cute and fierce, a little teasing will make him angry, and then he will be covered with a delicate and beautiful little cage, watching him go crazy inside but unable to attack. There are only two results if this continues, tame him, or be devoured by him.
Obviously, the confident and arrogant Xia Xiqing could only consider the former.
"Don't you think we are destined to meet?" Xia Xiqing rubbed the wrist that Zhou Ziheng had just held. "How did we become neighbors? I have to explain in advance that I didn't know you lived here." Looking over Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, Xia Xiqing looked at his house. "Do you live alone?"
Zhou Ziheng did not answer his question and took a step to the left to block Xia Xiqing's sight.
It seems that he lives alone. Xia Xiqing smiled and said, "I live alone too."
"So you can bring back whoever you want?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him expressionlessly and spoke sarcastically.
"Look at what you said. Do I need to ask you for permission before I bring someone back?" Xia Xiqing was still smiling, but Zhou Ziheng was choked by his words and didn't know what to say for a moment. He also felt strange. Why was he so angry? Obviously, he knew Xia Xiqing's true face better than anyone else. He should have been used to it. What did his promiscuity have to do with him
There is no reason to interfere with his private life.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, Xia Xiqing continued, "So... if you hear something you shouldn't hear, don't be surprised." He tucked the scattered hair on his cheeks behind his ears, "But such an expensive house should have good sound insulation."
Zhou Ziheng felt even more uncomfortable, and his face darkened. "If I hear you, I will move out immediately."
"Where are you moving to?" Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow at him, his voice softened, and he smiled, "Move to my house."
Shameless.
Zhou Ziheng's face once again showed a disgusted expression. Suddenly, he saw the door behind Xia Xiqing open a little bit. A head was peeking through the door. It was clearly the child who had just entered. His brows furrowed even deeper, and he took out a mask from his windbreaker pocket and prepared to turn around and leave.
After dinner, I called Xiao Luo and asked him to call a moving company to move the house today and overnight.
Who knew that just as he took a step, he felt someone suddenly hugged him from behind, hugging him tightly, unable to move a step. Zhou Ziheng turned around inexplicably, and it turned out to be the kid in the dark green school uniform.
"W-what are you doing?"
Xia Xiu Ze raised his head and looked up at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "Hey, Brother Ziheng! I like you so much! I'm your die-hard fan! Don't leave, give me an autograph!"
What the hell
Not only Zhou Ziheng, but Xia Xiqing also couldn't understand what this guy was trying to do by suddenly interfering.
"No... Let me go first." Zhou Ziheng struggled to pry Xia Xiu Ze's hand apart, but was afraid that too much force would hurt him, "Let go quickly."
"I don't! Where are you going, brother Ziheng?"
This kid, calling him Brother Ziheng all the time is really smooth. Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes, walked up and grabbed Xia Xiu Ze's arm, "What's wrong with you?"
Even though his brother came forward, Xia Xiu Ze still held Zhou Ziheng and refused to let him go, "You say it."
"Eat, I'm going to eat." Zhou Ziheng still maintained his last bit of celebrity demeanor, "You can let me go now."
Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Come to my house to eat, my brother is about to cook!"
elder brother
Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing in bewilderment. Xia Xiqing kicked Xia Xiu Ze's leg and said, "Who the hell said I want to cook?" You are quite smart, you are acting like your brother in a very good way.
"Ouch." Xia Xiu Ze showed an aggrieved face, turned his butt and hid behind Zhou Ziheng, but his arms were still tightly around his waist. Seeing that Xia Xiqing was still trying to attack, Zhou Ziheng could not help but subconsciously block Xia Xiu Ze, "Don't do it."
What the hell is going on? Xia Xiqing was confused. "What does it have to do with you if I beat my brother?"
"He's really your brother..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself, and turned to look at the cowardly boy behind him. You know what, they look alike. Zhou Ziheng felt much more relieved, and the breath he had been holding seemed to be suddenly released.
His anger had just subsided, but he felt guilty again. He had just assumed that the child was his lover without any explanation. This was a misunderstanding based on prejudice. Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, his brows slightly furrowed, and he looked very unhappy.
"Brother Ziheng, please come to my house for dinner." Xia Xiu Ze took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation again.
"Xia Xiu Ze, why are you meddling in this? Are you itching for trouble?"
"Don't do it, don't do it. We are all family." Zhou Ziheng stood in front as if playing a game of "Eagle Catches Chicken", trying to persuade them to reconcile helplessly.
"Who is family with whom? Are you family with me?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, his smile completely gone, his bad nature revealed. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with these two people, "Okay, Xia Xiu Ze, let me see what tricks you can play on me." After saying that, he turned around, kicked the door open, and walked in.
Seeing his brother go in, Xia Xiu Ze let go of Zhou Ziheng and put his hands together in a begging gesture, "Brother Ziheng, I really like you very much. The one you played, the one... Yang Wei, and Feng Ziming, I like them all very much." As Xia Xiu Ze spoke, he reminded himself not to make any mistakes, as he had just asked the female classmates in the class.
Zhou Ziheng stared at the boy in front of him, thinking, could he really be my fan? Then he thought, Xia Xiqing himself is a famous artist in the fan circle, so it seems reasonable that his younger brother is a fan.
Just like that, the innocent and kind-hearted superstar Zhou Ziheng was deceived by a small "fake" fan and lured into the den of another big "fake" fan with sweet words and flattery.
Sitting on the big sofa in Xia Xiqing's living room, Zhou Ziheng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was. Xia Xiu Ze first sat next to him with a playful smile and asked him a bunch of questions as if he was checking his household registration.
"Brother Ziheng, do you have a brother? How many people are there in your family?"
"What does your brother do? Where's your father?"
"What about your mother? Are your parents on good terms?"
"How often do you go home?"
"How many relationships have you had?"
"You..." Xia Xiu Ze was about to continue asking when the collar behind his neck was suddenly lifted up. Turning around, he saw that it was his brother who had a fake smile on his face.
"Come and die here."
"Oh." Xia Xiu Ze pursed his lips in dismay, crawled up from the sofa, grinned at Zhou Ziheng, and followed Xia Xiqing into the kitchen.
"Tell me." Xia Xiqing bent over and searched in the brand new cupboard. After searching for a long time, he only found a small cooking pot and a spatula. "What on earth are you doing?"
"No." Xia Xiu Ze rubbed his palms like a little fly, squatted down with his brother, coughed, and spoke carefully, "Um... Brother, I think you seem to like Brother Ziheng very much, so I wanted to help you find out..." Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing hit him hard on the head with a spatula, "Who told you that I like him?"
Xia Xiu Ze rubbed his head aggrievedly, "But... I really think... Brother, you have drawn many portraits of him, and you were not angry when he misunderstood you just now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xia Xiqing sneer and stand up.
"It's because you don't like me that you don't bother to explain."
"Then why are you afraid of my interference?" Xia Xiu Ze also stood up, "If you don't like him, it doesn't matter if I ruin it."
Really... Xia Xiqing was unable to refute the little fool's words for a moment. He looked at him unhappily and grabbed Xia Xiu Ze's school uniform collar, "Stay out of my business. I will never like him."
Xia Xiu Ze chuckled twice, and immediately showed a begging expression, prying open his brother's fingers one by one, "I know, I won't get involved, I won't get involved." After saying that, he pulled the strap of his schoolbag and moved out of the kitchen step by step. When he was about to leave the kitchen door, he whispered, "Don't set a flag for yourself, brother."
Then he ran away quickly with a desire to survive.
I've been too kind to him recently. If I don't beat him for three days, he'll be on the verge of collapse. Xia Xiqing cursed in a low voice and kicked the cupboard door.
Zhou Ziheng, sitting alone on the sofa, was embarrassed and bored, and could only turn his head to look at the house. There were only two households on this floor, one occupying the east half and the other in the west half, with basically the same layout, but Xia Xiqing, who studied art, was obviously different. The decoration of his home was full of his personal style, with a few red blocks mixed in the overall black and white tone, an incomplete coldness and incomplete warmth.
"Brother Ziheng..."
Xia Xiu Ze's voice suddenly came out, scaring Zhou Ziheng. He turned around and saw him lying on one end of the sofa, looking at him with a lovely smile on his face.
To be honest, Xia Xiu Ze looks almost exactly like Xia Xiqing when he smiles, and Zhou Ziheng almost wants to put their faces on top of each other.
If Xia Xiqing smiled at me like this, I would...
"Brother Ziheng?"
The strange fantasies that popped up in his mind were all dispelled by Zhou Ziheng's rationality. He looked at Xia Xiu Ze in a panic, "What's wrong?"
"No," Xia Xiu Ze knelt on the carpet, moved slowly to Zhou Ziheng's side, and looked up at him with a smile, "I just want to ask you, can you cook?"
When Zhou Ziheng walked into the kitchen, Xia Xiqing was standing in front of the induction cooker holding a mobile phone. Before he walked in, Zhou Ziheng smelled a burnt smell. He immediately took a few steps forward and turned off the induction cooker.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you want to poison us?" Zhou Ziheng glanced at the black object in the pot, "What is this?"
"Fried eggs." Xia Xiqing followed Zhou Ziheng's gaze and looked into the pot as a matter of course, "Can't you see it?"
Zhou Ziheng sighed, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the frying pan, poured the "fried eggs" in it into the trash can, and washed the pan. "Let me do it. I don't want to be on the headlines of social news because of food poisoning."
"I think you just don't want people to find out that something happened in my house." Xia Xiqing shrugged, smiled and leaned back on the kitchen counter. He took off his apron and threw it aside, tapping the marble countertop with his fingers. "Tsk, getting involved with someone like me..."
The end of his voice was as usual, light and long, as if he was flirting, and he didn't care about his habitual teasing anymore.
"sorry."
Xia Xiqing was stunned and even stopped moving his fingers.
While Zhou Ziheng was pouring oil into the pan, he said to himself, "I was wrong just now. I apologize to you. I shouldn't have looked at you with tinted glasses and judged everything you did with inherent prejudice. It's irrational and unfair to do so." He cracked the egg on the edge of the pan with one hand, and the sizzling sound of the frying egg made the kitchen even quieter. Zhou Ziheng was also very nervous. He didn't know if his apology was sincere, and he didn't know what Xia Xiqing was thinking when he was silent.
"I..." / "Why are you apologizing?"
Both of them started talking at the same time and ended awkwardly at the same time.
"I just want to apologize," Zhou Ziheng put the fried eggs on a plate, "It's my fault for misunderstanding you. I should apologize if I'm wrong. I won't slander you without evidence in the future."
"Evidence?" Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "Why, do you still think that you will be caught in bed with your partner one day?"
Zhou Ziheng choked for a moment. His meaning was once again misunderstood by Xia Xiqing. Just as he was thinking of the right words to explain, Xia Xiqing spoke again, in a cold tone, "You don't have to apologize. I am the kind of person you said. This time was an accident, not a normal thing."
Xia Xiqing is a person who likes to think over his words, after all, lies and scams take time to weave. But he blurted out these words almost without thinking, before his brain could react, after he heard Zhou Ziheng's apology.
Concern and apology were things he had never felt before, and they made him vulnerable, out of control, and off course, but Zhou Ziheng was full of these things, as if they were his natural enemy who knew all his weaknesses.
He turned around and washed his fingers carefully, "Don't think you know me well. In fact, what you call 'slander' is my normal state." This scene made Zhou Ziheng think of the murderer's cleaning action after the murder in the movie.
Xia Xiqing spoke each word softly and slowly, his hands did not stop moving, the cold water flowed through his fingers, "I like to pursue others, witnessing the process of someone giving me their heart gives me great satisfaction, but once I get it, I will get bored and will find ways to leave, and I don't want to take that heart with me, it's a burden." Pulling his hand away, the flowing water suddenly stopped, Xia Xiqing took the kitchen paper on the table one by one, wiping his fingers covered with water droplets, "So you are right, I am a scumbag."
After crumpling the wet paper into a ball and throwing it into the trash can, Xia Xiqing supported himself on the sink with both hands and leaned his head towards Zhou Ziheng's shoulder. This action was like a kiss between two intimate lovers on the cheek.
The pair of lazy eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's profile, and he spoke softly like a dream, "Are you scared?"
Zhou Ziheng didn't understand why Xia Xiqing wanted to lay everything out so directly. Given his personality, the best strategy was to deceive you as long as he could. He would use his most gentlemanly and gentle side like a peacock spreading its feathers to attract you, seduce you, and make you fall into this scam willingly.
To be honest, not only Zhou Ziheng didn't understand, Xia Xiqing himself didn't understand either.
He felt that he was a strange person now. He was not calm and not pretending. It was as if he had torn off his mask in a moment of desperation, revealing a bloody face to the other person.
Among the many prey he had met, Zhou Ziheng was the most special one. He saw all the bad qualities that he had hidden from the very beginning. All disguises were ineffective in front of him. Now he even took the initiative to expose the lie of "liking" him, and clearly displayed the most corrupt and ugliest part of himself in front of him, allowing him to appreciate and judge like a weird work of art.
Perhaps because of this, Zhou Ziheng became the prey that Xia Xiqing wanted most.
So far, the target I most want to hunt in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who had been cooking quietly, suddenly turned his head and looked directly into Xia Xiqing's beautiful but frivolous eyes from a very close distance. His face, with clear contours like a natural sculpture, had no expression, and he was rarely indifferent.
"What am I afraid of?"
Just like the last time in the secret room, Zhou Ziheng's voice was like the bells of the Cathedral of Florence, striking his heart valves one by one.
"Are you afraid of pursuing me, or am I afraid of giving my heart to you?"
At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually felt the blood flowing backwards.
"If you only give me these two choices," Zhou Ziheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I'm not afraid."
Xia Xiqing tried to figure out the hidden meaning behind Zhou Ziheng's words. He was not afraid of either. Not afraid of the former meant that he disdained his pursuit, and not afraid of the latter meant that he was sure that he would not be tempted.
At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt that his pride was being questioned and challenged like never before. A fire suddenly lit up somewhere in his dark heart, burning his blood.
He stretched out his finger and gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin. Before the other party could react, he smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking at him with eyes full of explicit ambiguity.
"You better be."
The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing has an avoidant attachment personality. Attachment personality is often caused by childhood experiences. Avoidant is a relatively special type. Common manifestations are fear of intimacy, fear of establishing and maintaining close relationships with others, often maintaining a state of pseudo-independence, and suppressing one's own needs and desires for intimacy.
Xia Xiqing is a special type of avoidant attachment personality, that is, a type that is addicted to sex. This type of people actively seek intimate relationships, but once they establish such a relationship, they quickly become indifferent and try their best to get out of it. The root cause is that they do not believe that someone will love them, so they keep trying to find someone, but they keep failing, which deepens their lack of confidence. They try again and fall into a vicious cycle and cannot extricate themselves.