The two of them were like crazy, their rationality was burned to ashes by the fire of desire, leaving only instinct and desire. Zhou Ziheng had already forgotten how many times they had done it, and it was almost dawn when Xia Xiqing was finally completely drained and fell asleep. Zhou Ziheng just hugged him tightly, and he was afraid that this person would disappear in front of him in the next second.
It turns out that he already loved him so much, loved him to the point of feeling guilty, loved him to the point of losing himself.
He slept very restlessly. Although he had been busy with work before joining the group these days, sleeping only three or four hours a day, and tossing and turning all night yesterday, Zhou Ziheng could not fall into a deep sleep. He was like a raft floating on the sea, shaking and heaving, unable to reach the shore.
Xia Xiqing's face was everywhere in my dreams, provocative, cunning, vulnerable, emotional. Every expression was so clear and yet so vague.
Eventually they all disappeared.
It turned out that the raft was not drifting towards the ocean, but towards a waterfall cliff. The rushing water made it impossible for him to breathe. He could only watch himself fall into the abyss in the rapids, and the cold water submerged his body.
Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and slowly reached out to touch the corners of his eyes. They were cool, like the pond water in his dream.
Xia Xiqing was lying beside him, sleeping soundly with her body facing him. Zhou Ziheng reached out and brushed his hair aside, gently touching his cheek, and his heart gradually returned to normal rhythm.
Zhou Ziheng just stared at his profile quietly, without touching him or speaking, his eyes moving slowly, taking in the delicate brow bones, the high nose bridge, the lines of double eyelids that could be seen even with his eyes closed, and the small mole on the tip of his nose.
He was shocked when he saw the bruises on Xia Xiqing's jaw. They were the marks left by him pinching him yesterday. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but lift the quilt gently. The fair body was covered with marks of love, including the side of the neck, collarbone, chest, and even the back. There were kiss marks everywhere.
There were a few small bruises on Xia Xiqing's waist, which were the marks left by him pinching his waist last night. The whole night of losing control made both of them abandon reason and taboos. Zhou Ziheng recalled the scene at that time. He almost lost his sense of responsibility in the end and was completely controlled by desire.
He reached out to pull the quilt up for Xia Xiqing and covered him up. Guilt was about to swallow him up. He shouldn't have done this. It was wrong. But when he thought about what Xia Xiqing had said and tried to contact people whose names he didn't even know to do these things for him, his heart ached. He didn't want to be angry, and he had tried to control himself. But when he met Xia Xiqing, he went crazy.
At the moment when both of them were about to lose their strength, he actually hoped that the world would be destroyed at this moment. At least in this way, Xia Xiqing would not leave, and he would die with him in the end.
terrible.
He stretched out his hand tentatively, grasped Xia Xiqing's fingers with his fingertips, and rubbed his slender hand gently with the tip of his thumb.
When he wakes up, he will probably be angry. He is such a proud man.
Maybe that's the end of it between them.
[Zhou Ziheng, are we related?]
[We were just playing around at first.]
[I've had enough of you now.]
He couldn't guess what Xia Xiqing was feeling when he said these words, but he could imagine how Xia Xiqing had spurned those who had given their sincerity to him in the past. They must have heard these words before, too, perhaps even harder and more straightforward.
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his finger and gently touched the small mole on the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose. He slowly moved closer and kissed him on the forehead.
Why would he be obsessed with such a cruel person.
Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he had a terrible headache and his vision was not as bright as he had imagined. His consciousness had not yet fully recovered to this body, but his first reaction was to stretch out his arms to explore.
There is no one else but himself.
Xia Xiqing found it ridiculous. He tried his best to mock himself for having excessive expectations. What was he dreaming about? It was just that she was slept with by Zhou Ziheng. Apart from a physical relationship, was there any other possibility between them
He changed into clean pajamas, and the bed and the bedroom were not as messy as he had imagined, but Xia Xiqing felt even more sad. Shouldn't he be glad that the person who slept with him last night was Zhou Ziheng? At least his extremely kind heart would make him gentle and considerate enough so as not to make himself too embarrassed.
His throat was so dry that it was about to catch fire. He tried to prop himself up, but found that his whole body was sore and his bones were about to fall apart. He looked down at himself and saw that the purple kiss marks on his chest were connected into a large area. Xia Xiqing almost didn't dare to recall the absurd things that happened that night. Zhou Ziheng seemed to have become a different person.
He kept repeating that sentence.
[I am the only one you have.]
How is that possible? If he wants, he can have many people.
There are so many, too many to count.
His headache got worse. He wanted to go home, but the bed was filled with Zhou Ziheng's scent, which made him dizzy. He struggled to sit up, and both of Xia Xiqing's legs were shaking.
He couldn't believe that Xia Xiqing actually let a man have sex with him, and he was begging for sex. His self-esteem was crushed to pieces, and he didn't dare to recall the details of that night. He was simply a loser who asked for whatever he wanted.
After sitting for a long time and recovering, Xia Xiqing walked down the stairs holding on to the wall. Every step was difficult and his legs were shaking violently. He couldn't help but curse him in his heart.
Damn, Zhou Ziheng is too fierce. A 20-year-old boy really does it without regard for his life.
He had completely forgotten that he was actually the one who risked his life that night, and he was also the one who kept pestering her.
Although he said he wasn't looking forward to it, Xia Xiqing was still thinking as he went downstairs, what if Zhou Ziheng was downstairs? What if he was sitting on the sofa? He had to cheer himself up and not act like a little chick being raped. He had to be tougher and just treat it as a change of taste.
But Zhou Ziheng was not downstairs. Xia Xiqing only saw his clothes folded on the sofa and some cold milk.
He is a big star, and this is the most he can do. Only a nice guy like Zhou Ziheng would do this, so be content.
After a quick wash, he threw his toiletries into the trash can, walked out of the bathroom with his hands on the wall and sat on the sofa. This time, there was not even a note. Xia Xiqing could understand, after all, Zhou Ziheng didn't like men before, maybe he still couldn't accept it after trying it once.
He slowly changed into his clothes, which seemed to have been washed, leaving only the scent of grapefruit-scented laundry detergent.
His throat was very hoarse, so Xia Xiqing hung his pajamas on the armrest of the sofa, picked up the milk and took a sip, then got up and prepared to go home.
Why do I feel so aggrieved
Xia Xiqing himself didn't realize that if it were in the past, the first thing he would do when he woke up would be to kill that reckless bastard, but now his mind was full of Zhou Ziheng. On the one hand, he wanted to know where he had gone, but on the other hand, he didn't want to think about him.
His waist hurt so much that he couldn't bend down at all, so he could only sit on the steps of the entrance to change his shoes. Looking at the pair of cotton slippers that fit his feet, Xia Xiqing felt even more uncomfortable. He just wanted to leave this place full of traces of Zhou Ziheng's life as soon as possible. He wanted to drink to his heart's content, and then find someone else...
Zhou Ziheng's angry face suddenly appeared in my mind again.
Xia Xiqing put his hand on the doorknob with lingering fear, but before he could turn it, the door opened from the outside. He was shocked. The person standing at the door was Zhou Ziheng.
He was dressed in black, a black T-shirt, black jeans, a black baseball cap, a black mask, and a long black sleeve on his right arm, like he wore it when playing basketball. Perhaps because of the color tone, his temperament today was cold and full of hostility.
Zhou Ziheng was carrying two full shopping bags, and obviously did not expect to run into him. When he saw Xia Xiqing, who was neatly dressed, his eyes lit up for a second, then dimmed in an instant.
Without taking off his mask, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Have a meal before leaving. It will be ready soon."
Although he said so, Zhou Ziheng did not close the door and left it open. If Xia Xiqing wanted to leave, he would not stop her.
Seeing him carrying his things in like this, Xia Xiqing stood there in a daze for a while.
So you went to the supermarket
It was not right to stand here, nor was it right to go in. Going home directly seemed even more difficult. Xia Xiqing stood at the door and heard Zhou Ziheng packing his things. He didn't know why he was distracted and closed the door immediately.
With a bang, Xia Xiqing was startled, but it was too late to regret. He pretended to be completely unaffected and walked slowly back to the living room. Just as he was about to sit down, Zhou Ziheng suddenly came over with something in his hand.
"What?" It would have been fine if he hadn't spoken, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Xia Xiqing realized that his voice was fucking ruined.
Zhou Ziheng walked around behind him and pulled out the white shirt that Xia Xiqing had tucked into his suit pants.
"Hey! What are you doing..."
There were two plasters on his waist. Xia Xiqing turned his head to look and Zhou Ziheng put down his clothes.
"You drank the milk." Zhou Ziheng frowned. He had been out for so long that the milk must have gotten cold. With Xia Xiqing's lazy personality, he must have drunk it cold.
Xia Xiqing misunderstood and regretted drinking the milk he left behind, so he said stubbornly, "No."
"Really?" Zhou Ziheng stretched out his finger and wiped the milk stain on Xia Xiqing's lips, and walked to the kitchen without saying anything more. The lie was exposed in an instant, Xia Xiqing stretched out the back of his hand and wiped his lips repeatedly, and his heartbeat quickened.
I don’t know why, but I always feel that something is wrong with Zhou Ziheng.
The patch worked, and my waist felt warm. Xia Xiqing was about to go to the kitchen when his phone suddenly vibrated. He opened WeChat and saw that it was a friend request from someone. The avatar was a Chinese character "Ke" spelled out with matchsticks. Xia Xiqing didn't remember knowing anyone with the Chinese character "Ke" in their name.
When he was away, there were several missed calls on his phone, including one from Xia Xiu Ze and one from Xu Qi Chen, but there were only one or two calls each. There was also another from an unknown number, which called four or five times.
He checked the number and went back to WeChat to check the friend request.
It was the same number. Who was this person? Why did he keep looking for him
Xia Xiqing was too lazy to think about it. He put his phone back in his pocket, walked into the restaurant, and sat at the small dining table. His eyes once again fell on the bouquet of paper roses.
They are not real roses, they have no life, and they will never disappear or wither.
It will always be in his heart, blooming beautifully.
He suddenly stood up and said to Zhou Ziheng in the kitchen, "I have no appetite now. I'm leaving."
Zhou Ziheng walked out and stood at the door. Strangely, he was still wearing a mask, and his voice was even colder than before.
"You've been in a coma for two days. You have to eat something."
What does it have to do with you? Xia Xiqing frowned and opened his mouth but didn't say anything. These words were too harsh to hear. It would be foolish to say such words when you are sober. Zhou Ziheng looked like he would not let him go, so Xia Xiqing had no choice.
He sat back at the dining table, took out his cell phone, and found that he had received a message from Ruan Xiao.
[Ruan Xiao: Xiqing, are you awake? Are you okay?]
[Ruan Xiao: Are you healthy? We are all very worried about you.]
[Ruan Xiao: Um, the boy who rescued you with me that night, he is Zhou Ziheng’s childhood friend. He wants to talk to you about something. Please add him on WeChat.]
It turned out to be the person who had been secretly watching him that day. Xia Xiqing added the friend, and the other party soon sent a message.
[Zhao Ke: Xia Xiqing, are you awake? Are you okay?]
[Xia Xiqing: I guess it’s okay. Thank you for your help that day.]
[Zhao Ke: It’s okay. Where’s Hengheng? Have you seen him? Has he contacted you?]
Hengheng? He really sounds so affectionate when he calls her that. With his first love in front and childhood friend behind, Zhou Ziheng's childhood was really fulfilling.
Xia Xiqing walked leisurely to the kitchen with his cell phone, leaned against the door frame, took a picture of Zhou Ziheng's back and sent it to him.
Not long after, Zhao Ke, who was anxiously waiting for news at home, received a photo sent by Xia Xiqing.
[Xia Xiqing: Your family’s Hengheng is making dinner for me.]
What kind of dog food attack is this? Zhao Ke frowned, I am a friendly army! Despite this, he still sent a screenshot of the chat history with Xia Xiqing to Ruan Xiao. CP dogs must eat sugar together.
Xia Xiqing felt speechless. If he wanted to find Zhou Ziheng, why didn't he find him himself? He had to go through him. Obviously, they were all called Hengheng. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt unhappy and exited the chat interface, just in time to see Zhou Ziheng's chat box below.
I couldn't help but click on his profile picture, and there was that little rose made of tissue paper.
Unpleasant emotions are simply a vicious cycle. Xia Xiqing simply turned off WeChat, out of sight, out of mind. He sat back at the dining table, pulled out the dark blue tablecloth from under the tableware, and covered the bouquet of paper roses with it.
Zhou Ziheng came out with the spaghetti with pesto sauce and saw the covered flowers at a glance. He placed Xia Xiqing's portion in front of him, sat opposite him, and removed the tablecloth from the flowers.
Just as Xia Xiqing was about to explode, he saw Zhou Ziheng take out the bouquet and throw it into the trash can beside the dining table without saying a word. He stared at Zhou Ziheng blankly, not expecting him to do this.
"Hey... what are you doing..."
Zhou Ziheng returned to the kitchen, brought out the remaining salad and juice, and then sat down.
"If you don't like it, throw it away."
But don’t you like them very much? Xia Xiqing couldn’t guess Zhou Ziheng’s thoughts at all. Don’t these flowers have special meanings
"You asked someone to fold these roses, right? There's also your portrait on them. You cared so much about them, why did you throw them away?" Xia Xiqing was about to take out the bouquet of flowers, but was stopped by Zhou Ziheng.
"I made them one by one myself. But now I feel like they are meaningless."
Why? Xia Xiqing didn't understand and sat back awkwardly. What he didn't know was that Zhou Ziheng remembered everything he said that night, including the sentence "You have to remember who I am."
He understood in an instant that Xia Xiqing had mistaken him for that girl's substitute. It was disgusting to say this, but he had indeed changed his mind. Xia Xiqing was the only one in his heart now. Although he didn't have the courage to say this, he couldn't let Xia Xiqing misunderstand him like this.
"Eat, you must be hungry."
Xia Xiqing looked at him with his head down, "Why are you still wearing a mask and a hat? Aren't you uncomfortable?" In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Xia Xiqing even started a joke, "You're not embarrassed, are you? Hey, are you the one who's on top of me or me? I'm not embarrassed, why are you so embarrassed here?"
Zhou Ziheng took off his mask and still kept his head down.
"Or do you feel sorry for me?" Xia Xiqing's tone was a little hesitant. There was nothing to feel sorry for. Although it went against his expectations, no matter what, he did it with Zhou Ziheng's personal consent.
He laughed dryly a few times and acted as if he was open-minded. "Don't make me act like a little girl you did that to me. Although I was drugged, it was something we both agreed to. And you wanted to help me. No matter how bad I am, I am reasonable."
"Besides, we are all men, and I won't point a gun at you and ask you to be responsible for me."
He rolled up a ball of pasta with a fork and said, "If you really feel sorry for me, just let me come back next time. Isn't this the relationship we have anyway?"
Yes. That's the relationship. It seems easier to say it out loud.
It is really not Xia Xiqing's style to become so timid after being approached by someone last time.
Zhou Ziheng finally raised his head, his eyes were complicated under the brim of his hat. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't.
Xia Xiqing then realized that the corner of his mouth was broken, which was obviously the result of a fierce fight. "Hey, what's wrong with your face?"
Zhou Ziheng did not answer. He glanced at his watch, lowered his head and said to himself, "Eat first, eat more."
He stood up, took the full shopping bag to the chair next to him and put it down, then took out one thing after another from it. "This is medicine for removing bruises, apply it twice a day. This ointment is for reducing inflammation and swelling, apply it below. I've already used it on you, you can use it yourself in the next two days."
"The medicine that bastard gave you has side effects. You slept for two whole days and didn't eat anything during these two days. You must be very weak. Here are the vitamins and nutrients. Take them back. I know you may not listen to me, but I still have to say it. Don't eat spicy food, drink alcohol or smoke during these two days. I'm not sure if the effect of the medicine has completely subsided. There may be potential side effects. Don't take your body lightly."
He spoke a lot, giving instructions for every detail, as if he was going on a long journey. Xia Xiqing was a little confused, "I slept for two days... I remember there were still a few days before the actual start of filming. Are you going somewhere now?" He glanced at Zhou Ziheng's hands and found that his knuckles were also injured, "And what on earth did you go to do?"
"Nothing important." Zhou Ziheng pushed the pumpkin soup in front of Xia Xiqing and changed the subject abruptly. "By the way, I heard from Director Kun that you have decided to join the crew. If you haven't changed your mind, let's meet at the crew."
"See you on the set?" Xia Xiqing frowned. "Where have you been these past two days?"
"I'll be very busy with work these next two days, flying back and forth, and I probably won't be home." Zhou Ziheng took a few bites of noodles casually, and Xia Xiqing noticed that the way he held the fork in his right hand was obviously wrong.
"Really? Then you won't be back for a few days?"
Zhou Ziheng looked up at him, thinking that he didn't believe what he said, so he took out the key card from his pocket and pushed it over, "Take it if you need anything."
"What could I need? You're talking as if I don't have a home of my own." Xia Xiqing smiled and lowered her head to eat noodles. Zhou Ziheng hummed and took his portion to the kitchen without taking a few bites.
Xia Xiqing's phone rang. It was the same unfamiliar number again. He answered it and asked, "Zhao Ke?"
"Yes, I'm Zhao Ke. Why didn't you reply to my message? Is Ziheng still with you?"
Xia Xiqing finished the last bite of noodles and said, "To be precise, I am here with him."
"Okay, okay, is he okay now? Is he injured?"
"If you care about him so much, why don't you call him yourself?" Xia Xiqing leaned back in his chair impatiently, his voice hoarse.
Zhao Ke got anxious first. "If I could contact him, would I have come to you? Damn, I was so scared. I was in class. The group exploded. They said that he ran to Wei Min alone and beat him up. He was sent to the hospital. Damn, if Zhou Ziheng's brother hadn't taken the blame and helped him deal with those gossipers, Zhou Ziheng would have been on Weibo's hot search today?"
What…
"Is he the only one?" Xia Xiqing asked dully.
"Yeah, he didn't even call me, and I was the last one to know about it. Damn, I'm so pissed." Zhao Ke cursed a few times and felt bad for Zhou Ziheng, "It's been a bit sensitive recently. He must be afraid of getting our family into trouble, so he didn't look for me. He went there alone, and knocked down the driver and the security guard. He just pointed at Wei Min and beat him to death. I heard from my buddies who live in the townhouse with Wei Min that Zhou Ziheng was like crazy, his eyes were red, and he wouldn't stop no matter how Wei Min begged for mercy. He ran to stop him because he was afraid someone would get killed."
Xia Xiqing stood at the dining table in a daze, unable to utter a word.
"He should have told you about these things, right? I admire this kid. He beat someone into the hospital and got injured himself, but he just went back to cook for you." Zhao Ke sighed, "This matter has gone viral in the circle, and his father is so angry. Zhou Ziheng has never caused any trouble since he was a child, let alone fighting or cursing. Now he is so mad, his father really refuses to apologize to others and refuses to admit his mistakes... You don't know how strict his family education is..."
"So how does he cope now..."
"I just called his brother and told him that his father was going to put him in solitary confinement at home for a few days. His cell phone was taken away and he was not allowed to go out until he joined the group. But he told his brother that he had to go back to get something very important and would go home to accept the punishment. I wanted to take a look at him before he was put in solitary confinement. I don't know if he has any serious injuries..."
Without listening to Zhao Ke's last words, Xia Xiqing hung up the phone and called Zhou Ziheng's cell phone, but it was turned off.
He left the table and walked to the kitchen calmly. Zhou Ziheng was standing on the kitchen counter, pouring honey into a glass jar filled with lemon slices. Hearing Xia Xiqing's footsteps, he closed the glass jar, turned his head slightly and explained to him, "Your throat is too hoarse, you need to take good care of it for a few days. Drinking this is good for your throat. Put it in the refrigerator or it will go bad." He was still worried, "How about this, I'll take all these things to your house for you. I'm afraid that after I say so much here, you will end up..."
"Zhou Ziheng, is it worth it?" Xia Xiqing's voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.
"Hmm?" Zhou Ziheng didn't understand what he meant. "Oh, are you talking about these? These are small things, nothing." He lowered his head and took a deep breath, like a child who had done something wrong. "I'm sorry."
"you… "
"I really regret it. I also received an invitation to the art salon that day, and I should have gone. Then all the things that happened later wouldn't have happened. But what I really want to apologize for is what I did to you later. Although you said you don't have to take responsibility, I know that you are a very strong-willed person. No matter who did this to you, it must be difficult for you to accept it. I don't know how to make it up to you. After you join the group, you can..."
"Zhou Ziheng." Xia Xiqing walked up to him, grabbed his right hand, and took off the black wrist guard, which was wrapped in gauze and soaked with blood. "Before you apologize, can you explain these injuries to me?"
These injuries were actually caused by the flying fragments when he smashed the windshield with a baseball bat. He didn't have time to treat them properly and they were torn again during the fight.
He said in a muffled voice, "It's not very serious, it looks scary, but it will be fine in two days." He let Xia Xiqing hold his hand, and he still felt a little happy in his heart, at least Xia Xiqing cared about him.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, "I was mad at you and said some mean things. I didn't really mean it like that... or... Anyway, now that I think about it, I feel like a piece of shit."
Xia Xiqing recalled what he had said to him in a rage at that time, and frowned subconsciously.
[I am the only one for you. I am the only one for you.]
"So what you mean is that what you said at that time was not what you really thought?"
Zhou Ziheng's eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth, "I..." How could he say that he really thought that at the time, that he really wanted to kill all those who had improper thoughts about him, and even wanted to kill Xia Xiqing who was going to find other people.
"I… "
An unfamiliar cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting Zhou Ziheng's words. Xia Xiqing took a deep breath and said, "Answer it."
Zhou Ziheng took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket. Xia Xiqing recognized at a glance that it was not the one he usually used. The caller ID on it read "Zhou Zijing".
The other party's voice was cold and low, "Basement garage, two minutes, go downstairs."
Zhou Ziheng hummed and hung up the phone. He looked very sad. He wanted to explain to Xia Xiqing what happened in the past few days, but he couldn't. He wanted to say that he ran back like crazy because he was afraid that Xia Xiqing had left. Even so, he was still thinking about buying medicine and cooking for him, even though he knew there was a high probability that Xia Xiqing had escaped.
But he finally caught up, rushing back before Xia Xiqing left. There were too many words stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to start. Compared to talking about him and Wei Min, Xia Xiqing's health was much more important.
"I have to go to work." Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "You have to take care of yourself. And..." He hesitated for a moment, "Can I hug you..."
The rest of the request was sealed by Xia Xiqing in the intimate kiss, the sweetness mixed with a hint of blood. His arms tightly hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, ending this brief kiss. Xia Xiqing put his hands in his suit pants pockets, put his forehead against his, and gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's nose, "When time is short..."
In those beautiful pupils, Zhou Ziheng only saw himself.
"Stop talking nonsense and kiss me."
The author has something to say: After updating in advance, do you feel that it has been a long time? Hhh I do feel so. I miss you guys~ so I updated a little more today.
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