Zhou Ziheng, who seemed to have rushed over from another event, was in a hurry and greeted the staff around him after entering the door.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The wide hood covered half of his face, leaving only a pair of deep-lined eyes visible.
"Ziheng is here."
He has good relationships with people and has often recorded programs on this TV station. The staff who come and go like him very much. Zhou Ziheng is just a young man in his twenties. He is like a younger brother to most people in this circle. It's just that his aura is too strong that people always ignore his age.
The makeup artist pulled him aside to do his hair and makeup. He had been shooting for a magazine until the early hours of the morning and had to rush to promote a movie early in the morning. Zhou Ziheng, who was severely sleep-deprived, closed his eyes and let the stylist blow-dry his hair while he caught up on some sleep.
"Xiaoheng's clothes look great today." The makeup artist smiled gently.
Lack of rest caused his brain to react a little slower. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and answered honestly, "This set is sponsored by a brand."
"Pfft." The makeup artist laughed and sprayed him with setting spray, "You are still so real."
Seeing that he was in a really bad state, assistant Xiao Luo quickly went to buy a cup of iced coffee. Zhou Ziheng's styling had just been completed and he was waiting to shoot the promotional video. He took the coffee, said thank you, and walked out of the dressing room.
Walking around the studio area and coming to the semi-open rest area, Zhou Ziheng took two sips of coffee and put it aside. He stretched out his long legs and sat on the sofa beside him. He tilted his head and looked around. His eyes scanned the area, looking at everything but deliberately avoiding Xia Xiqing, who was at the center of the spotlight.
"Ok, Xiqing is ready!"
Xia Xiqing thanked him and glanced at Zhou Ziheng, who was curled up on the sofa with the collar of his windbreaker pulled up, covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of handsome eyes and tightly furrowed thick eyebrows, which clearly showed the word "unhappy".
How could this person be so funny? It was as if he had been dragged here by force. Xia Xiqing walked over. It would have been fine if he hadn't walked over. As soon as he got closer, he could clearly see that the other person's brows were frowning even deeper.
Don't you want me to sit here? Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, sat down next to Zhou Ziheng directly, and smiled at him sideways, still saying the same words as the last time they met unexpectedly.
"What a coincidence." Xia Xiqing narrowed his eyes. Even if the person in front of him knew his face, he had to look natural and harmless. "You are also participating in this program."
Zhou Ziheng looked up speechlessly, then moved to the side, thinking to himself, you are still pretending here with me.
Although he understood it in his heart, he didn't say a word. He turned his head to the other side, looking cold and pretending not to see Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing didn't feel embarrassed after getting a cold shoulder. Instead, he found Zhou Ziheng more interesting than he had imagined. He smiled and leaned on the sofa, stretching out his long legs wrapped in suit pants.
Zhou Ziheng not only didn't want to see him, he also didn't want to listen to him. He took out his cell phone and earphones from his jacket and was about to put them in his ears when he heard Xia Xiqing speak.
"If you treat your fans like this, I might stop following you and turn against you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Ziheng's hand holding the earphone paused, hesitated for a while, and finally turned slightly to look at him.
The word "fans" really works. Xia Xiqing smiled secretly in his heart.
The two of them stared at each other awkwardly for a while before Zhou Ziheng finally spoke. Perhaps out of respect, he unzipped his collar while speaking and said seriously, "I'm not targeting you. I just don't like people who are not loyal in their relationships."
Xia Xiqing was stunned for half a second.
This... where did this little angel come from? She has a face that looks like she was born to play the role of an alpha, but she is so honest at heart.
He smiled, his lips curled up like a cunning cat, "How do you know that I am not loyal in my relationship?"
Zhou Ziheng's brows did not relax at all, but instead became even more furrowed. He recalled the day when he met Xia Xiqing in the bathroom. This seemingly non-aggressive person said such vicious words.
Seeing the complicated expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly became serious, with a sincere light in his eyes. He defended himself earnestly, "Really, I'm not like you think, you misunderstood. What happened that day is very complicated, and it's hard to explain in a short time. That person is not my partner, and he has been pestering me for a long time, and he has been hanging out with other people besides me. I was really forced to say those words to scare him. For someone like me who looks easy to bully, it's too easy to suffer if I don't say something harsh." He pursed his lips, his face looked a little frustrated and aggrieved, and he raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, "I've been really uncomfortable these days. I was the one being harassed, and my idol identified me as a scumbag."
The word "idol" worked well. Zhou Ziheng's expression softened significantly. Xia Xiqing sighed, his eyes innocent and aggrieved, "I swear to you, I am definitely not the kind of person who is not loyal in relationships."
It's just that once I feel that the other person really likes me, I will want to escape.
They only like chasing after other people's excitement, and their focus on challenging difficult problems is almost pathological. Once the challenge is completed, the previous burning desire is poured with cold water, and it is extinguished cleanly and neatly.
He looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes with an expression so sincere that even professional actors could hardly tell the difference, not fearing any scrutiny at all, "I really, really like you, and I've drawn a lot of pictures of you."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's frown relax a little, and the suspicion in his eyes lessened a little, Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to him, "I'm really sorry that our first meeting was so awkward and caused misunderstandings. Let's get to know each other again."
Zhou Ziheng crossed his arms across his chest, not quite willing to extend his hand. He glanced at Xia Xiqing, hesitated for a long time, and finally compromised.
He thought of the painting painted by Xia Xiqing.
The warmth of the two hands overlapped, creating a wonderful sense of fusion.
"My name is Xia Xiqing."
Zhou Ziheng nodded his chin slightly, his superior jawline pulling at the side of his neck muscles. Although the "fan" in front of him must know his name, he still introduced himself briefly and concisely out of politeness, "Zhou Ziheng." After saying this, he was about to pull his hand out, but felt that the other party was holding his hand tightly. He looked up at him with some doubts, but saw Xia Xiqing smiling, "Hey, don't you want to ask what my name is?"
This guy is really strange.
Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly, and a hint of impatience began to appear in his expression. This expression made him look particularly charming, but he still maintained his last bit of patience, "Which words?"
"Xi means learning, so it's clear..."
Before he finished speaking, the slender white hand holding Zhou Ziheng's palm suddenly exerted force and mechanically pulled him over. The distance between them was rapidly shortened under his pull. Zhou Ziheng's dark brown pupils dilated slightly, and he almost collided head-on with the innocent-looking face, with only a barely visible distance between their noses.
The scent of Xia Xiqing's perfume replaced him and became the most cunning invader, pouring in, spreading, and occupying the high ground.
The brief closeness was like a slowed-down shot, turning into frames of light and shadow. The distance was too close, and even the breath was heated up, the spicy pepper, thick tobacco, and sweet musk were all rolled up, choking Zhou Ziheng to frown, but when the acceptance reached the end, he could sense a subtle sweetness, which penetrated into his breath and penetrated into his lungs.
Amid the complex aroma, there was an equally ambiguous breath sound, spreading from the corners of his smiling mouth.
"It's not clear and not innocent."
Xia Xiqing let go of his hand, raised the left corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of teasing.
He was clearly defending his own morality in the previous second, but in the next second he revealed his true face full of malice.
I absolutely, absolutely cannot trust this face again.