Xia Xiqing felt like he was dreaming.
The dream was about a black silkworm pupa, with those sticky silk threads tightly wrapped around his body, forcing him to experience those horrible things all over again, like a replay of a horror movie, with every scene engraved into his bones.
Xia Xiqing was afraid that he would reveal his cowardly and pitiful side when he was unconscious, so he never slept soundly next to others, and never let himself get drunk to the point of passing out. But the alcohol content of last night was too high, and the aftereffect was too strong, and no matter how good his alcohol tolerance was, he couldn't handle drinking one glass after another.
Before he opened his eyes, Xia Xiqing felt his temple throbbing and the pain made his head dizzy.
No, why did he feel... that someone was holding him in his arms.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and blinked twice. His slow-reacting sensory nerves finally confirmed the environment he was in. He was indeed held in someone's arms, and that person was Zhou Ziheng, whom he had coveted for a long time.
What was going on! He wouldn't have gotten drunk and slept with Zhou Ziheng, would he
The other protagonist in the brainstorm seemed to feel the person in his arms moving. He was still immersed in his dream and stretched out his other hand without opening his eyes. He turned around from lying flat to lying on his side, and hugged Xia Xiqing's whole body into his chest. His chin rested on the top of Xia Xiqing's head, and his palm stroked Xia Xiqing's smooth back again and again, as if petting a cat, and muttered, "Don't be afraid..."
"I'm not afraid of anything." Xia Xiqing, who was unable to breathe due to being hugged by Zhou Ziheng, bit Zhou Ziheng's shoulder hard, waking him up from his sleep.
"Hiss..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and covered his shoulders with his hands, half-closed his eyes and looked at Xia Xiqing, stunned for a long time, "What are you doing..."
"What did you do?" Xia Xiqing suddenly opened the quilt, revealing his naked upper body. "What did you do to me?"
Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes and said, "I didn't do anything..." His mind was confused and he was all bewildered, but he suddenly felt his calf being rubbed from bottom to top by his toes. He shuddered subconsciously and looked at Xia Xiqing's half-smiley face.
He reached out and pinched Zhou Ziheng's chin, "Then why are you hugging me?"
Zhou Ziheng finally recovered. He felt like he was about to be driven crazy by the person in front of him. Was this still the Xia Xiqing who cried all night last night
He grabbed the quilt and covered his head, refusing to answer in self-abandonment. He turned his back, closed his eyes and pretended that he heard nothing.
I wasn't the one who got drunk last night... Those were all dreams. No, maybe this is the dream now. That's right, just wake up, wake up quickly.
"Why are you turning your back when I'm asking you a question?" Xia Xiqing couldn't pull Zhou Ziheng away, so he simply stood up and sat on top of him, twisting Zhou Ziheng's face with both hands, "Tell me, what happened last night."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to open his eyes.
He suddenly thought of Xia Xiqing who woke up in the plane and questioned him defensively. 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 had never been willing to lie, but he broke his vow for this. He slowly opened his eyes and made up a reasonable story with a sincere face, "Nothing happened. You were drunk, I helped you back, and I was tired and sleepy, so I slept here with you."
Xia Xiqing's extremely shrewd eyes were full of suspicion, but despite this, Zhou Ziheng stared at him fearlessly, staring at those still red eyes. After all, he was an actor, so he still had this psychological quality.
"Nothing really happened?" Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's lower lip with his fingers. "Am I too unattractive? Nothing good like drunken misconduct happened?"
You've been crying like that, who would dare to hit you? Zhou Ziheng complained in his heart, he didn't have that kind of weird habit.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt a little embarrassed, so he turned his head away, "I need to sleep for a while, get off me."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's sleepy and uninterested look, Xia Xiqing's bad genes started to play tricks on him again, "If you want me to get off, I'll get off." He simply lay on Zhou Ziheng's body, and pressed his soft lips against his ear. With warm breath, he whispered in his ear with a hoarse voice after crying, "Hey, are you still sleeping..."
Such a sticky scene and such a teasing tone are exactly like the intimate whispers of lovers in the morning.
Not only did Xia Xiqing flirt with him verbally, he also gently moved his knees across the quilt, and his dry lips moved down along Zhou Ziheng's sharp jawline. For some reason, this action made him feel satisfied, a kind of stimulation like licking honey on the edge of a knife.
"Don't rub..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and reached out from under the quilt to grab his restless knees. However, Xia Xiqing discovered a great secret and deliberately lowered his voice to "kindly" remind him, "Your neck is red."
Zhou Ziheng was extremely angry. Xia Xiqing now was completely different from Xia Xiqing last night. All the sympathy that he had aroused last night had now turned into a fire, which would either devour him or herself. Xia Xiqing, who was being held down on the knees and teased endlessly, finally lost his patience. Zhou Ziheng suddenly pushed him off him. Xia Xiqing, who had drunk so much and had not yet fully recovered, had no strength to deal with him, and was thus helplessly pressed down by Zhou Ziheng.
"I told you to stop moving."
Even though he knew Zhou Ziheng was angry, Xia Xiqing still didn't know how to live or die. Perhaps anger always brought out the strongest hormones in his eyes, which made him very excited. He swung his knees slightly from side to side, and the arc of Xia Xiqing's chin raised brought out the most beautiful neckline. He whispered like a spell, "Kiss me, and I won't move." After that, he raised his eyebrows again, as vicious as if he had changed into a different person in an instant, "Otherwise, I will make you childless."
"Give me a kiss..."
Xia Xiqing deliberately softened his tone, and his words hit the heart like a killer, "Please..."
Maybe he was drunk and unconscious, but he looked like Xia Xiqing who hugged him tightly and begged him not to leave last night. The water vapor in his eyes seemed like alcohol that had not evaporated completely last night. After staring for a few seconds, he began to feel dizzy and unconscious.
I obviously didn't want to be seduced by him.
But the things that were stolen last night must be returned to him.
After finding the worst excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng still lowered his head and kissed her gently, as if he was not kissing her lips, but the most fragile rose in the world.
The dragonfly skims the water, reluctant to stay.
When leaving, Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were full of surprise. The dark pupils in his hands were a little unfocused, and even the lips that he had just kissed opened unconsciously. His heart paused for a moment.
He had never thought that Zhou Ziheng would really kiss him, he was just deliberately seducing him out of mischief as usual. But Zhou Ziheng actually kissed him.
The distance was so close, and the sudden silence made the atmosphere become awkward in an instant. Zhou Ziheng regretted it so much that he wanted to disappear from the world right now, but he had done it. He never thought that Xia Xiqing would react like this.
"Can I kiss you again?" Xia Xiqing remained in a daze and asked this question out of nowhere.
Zhou Ziheng thought he had misheard and frowned in confusion, "What did you say?"
"Kiss me again." Xia Xiqing's eyes finally focused and brightened. "Just once. I promise this time." He put his arms around Zhou Ziheng's neck, his face full of sincerity.
What kind of person is this? Zhou Ziheng frowned, and his heart was even more twisted.
In fact, he also wanted to kiss her again, but...
But.
No buts, he accepted his fate, he just couldn't resist the temptation. Zhou Ziheng gave up and quickly lowered his head to press against Xia Xiqing's mouth. As soon as he touched her, he was pressed tightly against the back of her head. The poor little dragonfly originally just wanted to rub the water surface with the tip of its wings, not even intending to create ripples, just rubbing it for a while.
Who could have imagined being swept in and half-forced to drown
Xia Xiqing bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, and when he opened his lips without permission because of the pain, he rushed straight in, stirring the softest and moistest part. For some reason, the moment Zhou Ziheng was willing to kiss him, a strange picture suddenly popped up in his mind - he was hugged tightly by Zhou Ziheng, and in his arms was the tenderness he had never felt in his life, the kind of tenderness that could make people willing to die in it.
This must be a dream, who cares? Just treat it as a dream. He was like a thirsty beast, trying his best to absorb the nutrients he needed from him. The lip-to-lip fight was originally the part he was most comfortable with, but now it became abnormal due to excessive desire. He could only follow his instinct to lick and bite, and to entangle. To his surprise, Zhou Ziheng did not resist.
How could he know that Zhou Ziheng had been hovering at the critical point for too long. The remaining resistance and rationality were completely destroyed last night. He didn't know whether he gave up avoiding Xia Xiqing out of sympathy. Maybe sympathy was just his excuse.
Everything is an excuse to hide the emotion.
Xia Xiqing's hands slowly moved down, caressing Zhou Ziheng's neck during the passionate kiss, and then down to his shoulder blades that were protruding from his arms. These hands were like paintbrushes, meticulously depicting the lines he thought were the most perfect, until he could no longer bear the urge to hug this body, and he pressed his smooth chest against his broad and warm chest.
The hug made Zhou Ziheng feel protective of Xia Xiqing. After accidentally hitting his weak spot, this protective desire had almost become a fierce reflex. He couldn't help but hug Xia Xiqing back and fell sideways on the bed. The knee that had been teasing him before rubbed up again, and squeezed into Zhou Ziheng's legs during the delicate kiss.
Zhou Ziheng frowned suddenly and reached out to pull his legs apart, but Xia Xiqing pressed closer and closer, and her panting almost leaked out from between her lips. Xia Xiqing has never been a shy person, and she is an out-and-out hedonist when it comes to her desires, especially when she is facing Zhou Ziheng, who has coveted her for so long.
At an inappropriate time, the tip of the spirit awakened, and the flame buried deep in the darkness was ignited at any time. Moreover, Xia Xiqing's behavior never left any room for maneuver, and the flames that kept moving could not be extinguished. Zhou Ziheng could only use his tongue to push him hard, pinching the back of Xia Xiqing's neck to force him to lift his chin. He opened his eyes while licking and kissing, and saw Xia Xiqing with his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling just like last night.
Suddenly, he became malicious.
Will he cry at this time
Xia Xiqing had no idea of his evil thoughts. He just felt like his brain was on fire, his whole body was burning, his temples were soaked with sweat, and his hair was tangled on his face. He bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip again, with a light force that seemed like seduction, and then let go. He licked his wet lips towards Zhou Ziheng's deep eyes, put his tongue close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, and traced the lines of his ear. His voice was heated by the hot and humid breath, with an ambiguous tone, barely audible, but resounding.
The scruples were worn away by the collision of flesh and blood, and the heat reached a critical point. The continuation and interruption of the breath fermented an ambiguous rhythm. Xia Xiqing suppressed his eager heart and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin. The hint was too obvious, too obvious to refuse. What sense of morality, what reserved and upright, at this moment, were torn to pieces by the man in front of him.
The palms of the two people were wrapped in waves and flames, the fierce friction wore away reason, evaporated sweat, and burned away thirst. A hot kiss could not save anyone, and they could only wait to be turned into embers by the prairie fire.
It was the most intimate war, and when it ended, both sides were stunned.
Xia Xiqing's chest was heaving violently as he was soaked all over. The pleasure of pulling the angel into hell was intoxicating.
He didn't feel embarrassed when he was doing it, but as soon as it was over, Zhou Ziheng's shame immediately returned to work. His ears were burning, and his scalp was numb when he thought of the mess they had just done. Xia Xiqing's eyes were lazy, which made people feel more embarrassed. Zhou Ziheng simply covered his eyes with his palms, but was afraid that he would feel it was too dark, so he had to cover them a few centimeters apart, and said in an awkward tone, "Don't look at me."
"You're still embarrassed." Xia Xiqing moved closer to him, then moved up a little and kissed his palm. He didn't know why, but Xia Xiqing actually felt satisfied with this, even though it was just a taste of sweetness.
He reached out and rubbed the side of his neck with his fingertips, "Did you feel the calluses on my hands just now? Did it feel good?" He leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, "These are the calluses I got when I was drawing you. Now I give them back to you..."
These sweet words on the bed made Zhou Ziheng's heart beat wildly and his face burned, "Shut up..."
"Please don't make me shut up next time, just kiss me with your tongue." After saying that, Xia Xiqing came up to kiss him again, and their tongues lingered endlessly until the last bit of his strength was swept away. Xia Xiqing then turned over and lay on his side looking at Zhou Ziheng.
He felt that he was becoming more and more useless as time went by, and he felt so happy just by tasting a little bit of sweetness.
Zhou Ziheng was simply his stimulant. Just a tiny scratch from the tip of his nail would cost him his life.
After the kiss, Zhou Ziheng still felt embarrassed. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, pretending to be very sleepy, "I want to sleep for a while."
"I don't know why, but my eyes hurt." Xia Xiqing stared at the ceiling and spoke calmly. Zhou Ziheng's heart twitched, as if he was pricked by an invisible needle. He heard Xia Xiqing muttering to himself, "Maybe I drank too much. My head hurts too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing was grabbed by Zhou Ziheng and thrown into his arms. He was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing? You scared me."
Zhou Ziheng put his arms around his back, rested his chin on the top of his head, and said softly, "I want to hold you while sleeping, is that okay?"
"No, don't treat me as a woman. I'm not the little sister in your mind." Xia Xiqing tried to push him away, but he hugged her tighter instead.
"I don't think so. I don't like her now either."
"You just say you don't like it?" Xia Xiqing smiled, "I thought people like you would be more loyal."
"People like me..." Zhou Ziheng laughed at himself. He originally thought so, so he felt so disgusted and guilty when he found himself moved. Why did he fall in love with someone whose bad nature he saw through from the beginning, and who he knew was impossible from the beginning
"Maybe I don't like her either, I just want to see her again."
Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. This legendary white moonlight had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he didn't expect to occupy any position in Zhou Ziheng's heart. The red and white roses drama was extremely tacky. Love or not, it had nothing to do with him.
Zhou Ziheng's chest exuded a soothing warmth. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed very comfortable to be held like this.
After a long time, so long that he thought Zhou Ziheng must have fallen asleep, he finally couldn't help but speak.
"If you don't mind, let's keep this relationship."
When he said this, he felt like a fool. What was this, an invitation from a long-term sex partner
"Forget it, what if I get bored in two days?" He deliberately added, "Or..."
Before he could finish his words, he heard a low rhetorical question coming from above his head.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll fall in love with you?"
Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, and his laughter was very pleasant to hear.
"No, you know who I am best. I can't deceive you, and you won't like me." He said firmly, and kissed Zhou Ziheng's neck. Somehow, he seemed to have found the confidence to seduce her. "This kind of relationship is good now. It's stable and safe."
Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, which Xia Xiqing thought was a sign of agreement.
It was really strange. He himself found Zhou Ziheng's acquiescence incredible. Perhaps Zhou Ziheng just couldn't control his emotions for a while, so he accompanied him to fall. But it didn't matter. If there was a first time, there would be a second time. No matter how noble one's character was, he couldn't stand the sensory stimulation of lower animals.
After a long time, he finally heard Zhou Ziheng speak again.
"If I knew you were still hanging out with someone else," his voice was as deep as the water, and every word was without any emotion, "I would kill you."
The effect of this sentence coming out of his mouth is ten thousand times more terrifying than its 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 so frightened that his mind almost stopped working. He could only reluctantly regard this as Zhou Ziheng's distrust of his chaotic private life. He could understand that this kind of thing was not a joke.
To comfort him, he raised his head and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin.
"After I met you, I never took anyone seriously again." Xia Xiqing stroked the lines of Zhou Ziheng's neck, as if stroking a perfect work of art. "You think I'm a liar, and I don't deny it. But this is true."
Zhou Ziheng hoped it was true. At this moment, he even morbidly hoped that his eyes would be damaged so that he could only see himself for the rest of his life.
He suddenly understood those who were obsessed with collecting.
At this moment, he wished that the artist in his arms could become his own work of art. Without thoughts, without action, without that unpredictable heart, he could only quietly show his beauty to him.
It was horrible. Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe that he would have such a morbid thought.
Xia Xiqing did not wait for Zhou Ziheng's response. He was too tired. The excessive release and the strong liquor the night before had drained his body. Zhou Ziheng's arms were so warm that he quickly fell into a dream.
It was a rare good dream, so good that I couldn’t remember the content when I woke up.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Ziheng was gone. The quilt was empty. He reached out and found that he was the only one left on the bed. What surprised him most was that he was dressed in new clothes, a dark red hooded sweatshirt, denim jeans, and even socks were put on for him.
Xia Xiqing couldn't understand why such a person existed in the world. His gentleness seemed to be innate, as inexhaustible as the sun's rays. Perhaps he had been surrounded by love since birth, so much that it had flowed into his blood, that was why he could be so gentle so easily.
Unlike myself. The love that can be shown is all fake, and the tenderness given to others is all self-overdraft.
Zhou Ziheng's clothes were stained with the scent of his usual perfume, a citrus scent that had lost its sweetness, so clear and lingering, as if one could reach out and touch a mountain spring where the snow had just melted, and every drop of perfume that flowed between his fingers was the creation of the sun.
He sat on the bed with his arms around his knees, his chin resting on his arms for a long time, until he finally woke up from his half-asleep state and got out of bed.
After washing up, I found sandwiches and milk on the coffee table in the room, as well as a handwritten note, which was just like the person himself.
[I have to catch a flight and leave now. You don’t have to return this suit.]
Xia Xiqing chuckled. This guy really wrote something for no reason. He flipped the note over and unexpectedly found a line of words written on the other side.
[You may dislike my aesthetic sense, but I tried on several pieces and this one looks best on you.]
The aesthetics are indeed as childish as ever, this eye-catching color...
Xia Xiqing looked down at the sweatshirt he was wearing and suddenly discovered that there was a row of letters printed on it.
bornbe loved.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng's mental journey in finding clothes:
This one should look good on him, he looks good in white—this one also looks good! But I have worn this one several times, it would be troublesome if he was photographed wearing it—this one looks good too—ah, what should I do if they all look good (I am immersed in the beautiful fantasy of dressing up my wife, it feels like Miracle Nikki)—ah, this one! Red looks good on fair skin, this line of words is written for him, my baby was born to be loved! (And this one is a birthday gift from my mom~)
Including Weibo, I updated again today~~ Zhou Ziheng finally fell, which is a cause for celebration. (Because I can’t write in detail, there are no dialogues or psychological descriptions. You can go to Weibo to see Zhou Ziheng’s self-destruction (…)
The prototype of Heng Heng's perfume is Creed's Silver Spring