Zhu Tianjie withdrew his hand, and he said to Xia Xingcheng, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Xia Xingcheng said: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."
Zhu Tianjie still took a step forward, raised an arm to block the door, looked at Xia Xingcheng and said, "I heard that you are ill and come to see you."
Xia Xingcheng said in a cold tone, "Why didn't I get sick because of you?"
Zhu Tianjie laughed, he looked left and right in the corridor, then walked into Xia Xingcheng's room and said, "I just want to teach you to be sensible."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "What do I want to know?"
Zhu Tianjie said: "You shouldn't refuse those who can't be rejected. If you are in this circle like this, you will still suffer in the future."
Xia Xingcheng looked at him with a bit of disgust: "I've been in this circle for six or seven years, and this is the first time I've met someone like you."
Zhu Tianjie's expression changed, he seemed to be trying his best to control his emotions, and said softly: "Xingcheng, I didn't expect you to be so ill, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't treat you and you. Yuan Qian is so angry, you let me in, it's not good for people to see us talking here."
Xia Xingcheng wanted to reject him without even thinking about it. At this moment, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and Yang Youming's voice came from inside: "Xingcheng, let him in."
Zhu Tianjie was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't hear anyone's voice, but frowned tightly and looked at Xia Xingcheng with a vicious expression.
Before Zhu Tianjie had time to say what Zhu Tianjie asked, Yang Youming came out. He was wearing a bathrobe, with a pair of slippers under his feet. His hair was still wet. He looked at Zhu Tianjie calmly and said, "If you have something to say, you can come in and say it. , Tianjie."
Zhu Tianjie suddenly showed a shocked expression, and his whole body stiffened, as if he was suddenly hit by something. He looked at Yang Youming in surprise, then turned to look at Xia Xingcheng, his eyes gradually changed from doubt to panic, and then he stood up unconsciously, trying to put his hands in his trouser pockets, but he couldn't find the right position. He looked embarrassed and put it on his sides, showing a reluctant smile, "Brother Ming? Why are you here?"
Yang Youming's eyes were only slightly cold, "I'm staying here tonight."
Zhu Tianjie laughed dryly, "So that's the case, then I won't bother you." After speaking, he turned to leave.
However, Yang Youming stopped him: "Tianjie, don't you have something to tell Xingcheng? Come in and talk." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the room first.
Zhu Tianjie subconsciously turned sideways and seemed to want to go straight away, but he felt it was inappropriate, and finally he clenched his teeth and walked inside with Yang Youming.
Xia Xingcheng noticed that Zhu Tianjie had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. When Zhu Tianjie walked in from him, he immediately closed the door. Fortunately, no one had passed by for so long.
After closing the door, Xia Xingcheng also went back to the inner room and saw Yang Youming sitting on the sofa while Zhu Tianjie was standing in front of him, still smiling reluctantly, and said to Yang Youming, "It's actually quite late, I shouldn't have disturbed him."
Yang Youming's voice was low and calm, and he said to him, "Sit down and talk. If you have anything to say to Xingcheng, I can also listen."
Zhu Tianjie clenched his fists tightly with both hands and pressed his thumbs in his palms. After hesitating for a while, he sat down and said, "I heard that Xingcheng is ill, come and see him."
Xia Xingcheng slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He bent down in a lack of energy, but straightened his legs, and his feet got out of the slippers and stepped on the soles of the slippers. His mind was very relaxed at this time, and he didn't need to think about anything, just quietly looked at Yang Youming and Zhu Tianjie.
He found that Zhu Tianjie was really nervous. Although he sat down on the sofa, he kept rubbing his hands on his knees.
Yang Youming was leaning on the sofa, his face did not show much emotion, his eyes were calm, but instead he gave a strong sense of oppression.
Xia Xingcheng just felt that the chest of Yang Youming's bathrobe was a little open, and he wanted to pull it up for him.
Yang Youming said to Zhu Tianjie, "You said you wanted to teach Xingcheng, what did you teach him?"
Zhu Tianjie stopped his movements and said, "I'm joking with Xingcheng."
Yang Youming asked him, "What's the joke? Your joke makes him have a fever and need to be hospitalized?"
Zhu Tianjie's face has been a little pale. Originally, he was wearing a lot of clothes, and the air conditioner in the room was running hot. Sweat dripped from his nose constantly, and slowly collected into a large one. He raised his hand and wiped it. With sweat on his nose, he said in a deep voice, "Brother Ming, I'm sorry, I really don't know your relationship with Xia Xingcheng, I thought—" He didn't finish his words halfway through.
Xia Xingcheng felt a little itchy throat and coughed twice.
Yang Youming turned to look at him and asked, "Is it cold?" His voice became gentle again.
Xia Xingcheng shook his head and said, "My throat is a little dry."
Yang Youming stood up, walked to the small bar in the room and poured a cup of hot water, then walked over to the bed and handed it to Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng took it and took a gulp of water.
Zhu Tianjie stood up, walked to Xia Xingcheng, and said, "Xingcheng, I really didn't mean it yesterday. I was thinking about things, so I kept making mistakes. Those words just now were nonsense, don't take it seriously."
Xia Xingcheng finished drinking the water, handed the cup to Yang Youming, and glanced at Zhu Tianjie.
Zhu Tianjie's expression was quite sincere, but Xia Xingcheng didn't believe him a word, he just didn't want to waste their time here, so he pulled Yang Youming's sleeve and said, "Brother Ming, please go, Mr. Zhu. Well, nothing happened yesterday, and I don't want to worry about it."
Hearing what Xia Xingcheng said, Zhu Tianjie immediately climbed down the pole and said, "Then you should rest early, I'll go first today."
Yang Youming said to Zhu Tianjie before he left: "How can people act well if they can't do well?"
Zhu Tianjie's pale face turned red, he smiled awkwardly, opened the door and walked outside.
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and closed the door, heaving a sigh of relief. When he returned to the room, he saw Yang Youming sitting by the bed, frowning slightly. So he climbed onto the bed from the end of the bed, knelt on all fours and climbed to Yang Youming's side, turned over and lay down on his back, looking at Yang Youming's face from below.
Yang Youming touched his forehead, "Why didn't you tell me when I asked you this afternoon?"
"What did you say?" Xia Xingcheng rubbed his palm comfortably, "I said Zhu Tianjie bullied me, you want to avenge me?"
Yang Youming said, "At least let me know what's going on."
"Forget it," Xia Xingcheng blinked lightly, "When he pressed me into the cold water, I kept telling myself to endure and act well, and one day I would be able to step on Zhu Tianjie under my feet and humiliate him. "
Yang Youming smiled and looked down at him: "So strong for revenge?"
Xia Xingcheng sighed, "Look, tonight he apologized to me for your sake, but he still despised me. Maybe he thinks that there is no difference between me following you and me following Yuan Qian, so I don't feel refreshed. ."
Yang Youming nodded, "I didn't expect him to hit you. Zhu Tianjie has a personality problem in the final analysis."
Xia Xingcheng thought for a while and asked Yang Youming, "He won't take revenge on us, will he disclose our affairs to the media?"
"He doesn't dare," Yang Youming said after being silent for a while, "Xingcheng, if we want to be together, it will be difficult to completely hide from the insiders, and rumors will inevitably spread, but the best way to protect yourself is to Don't be photographed."
Xia Xingcheng nodded, "I understand."
Yang Youming said: "This kind of relationship has been around for a long time, and you will definitely feel aggrieved."
Xia Xingcheng answered him seriously: "It doesn't matter if you feel frustrated, as long as you can be together all the time, it's better than anything else."
Yang Youming's expression was a little disappointed, "This is involuntarily."
Xia Xingcheng rolled over and sat up. He faced Yang Youming and sat cross-legged on the bed. The bathrobe had loosely exposed most of his shoulders. He changed the subject and said, "Why does Zhu Tianjie think I'm gay? I've always been weird."
Yang Youming's eyes fell on his tattoo again, as if he would never get tired of it no matter how he looked at it, he slowly asked, "What have you done with him?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "It's just normal filming. I used to eat together for a while, but I didn't take the initiative to talk to him or anything."
"Didn't you have a kiss scene with him?" Yang Youming said flatly.
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, "Why do you keep thinking about this, I told you it was a joke."
Unexpectedly, Yang Youming continued to say in a low and calm tone: "You are still wearing a skirt in front of him. I have never seen you wearing a skirt."
Xia Xingcheng looked at him and couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so stingy?"
Yang Youming reached out and held his foot, his fingers caressed the soles of his feet, "Where is your skirt? Let me see it."
Xia Xingcheng felt that he was tickled by him, and tried his best to retract his feet. He smiled and said, "At the dresser's place, you can steal it back and I will wear it for you."
Yang Youming held onto his feet and said stubbornly to Xia Xingcheng, "Go and steal."
Xia Xingcheng laughed so hard that he lay down on the bed, the hem of the bathrobe slid away to both sides.
Yang Youming made a move and said, "You haven't worn underwear?"
Xia Xingcheng lay on his back, with his feet on Yang Youming's thigh, and looked at him with a blushing face: "Yeah, Zhu Tianjie can't see it anyway. Whether he likes me or just wants me to sleep, it's all daydreaming anyway, never It's possible."
Yang Youming looked at him with a soft expression. After a while, he let go of his feet and said, "You are still not well, rest early today."
That night, Xia Xingcheng took the last medicine and fell asleep in Yang Youming's arms. I don't know if it was because of the efficacy of the cold medicine, but he slept so sweetly that he hardly even had a dream all night, and slept until dawn the next morning.
The curtains in the room were still closed, the light was dim, and only a little gap could see that it was already dawn outside.
Xia Xingcheng didn't look at his phone and didn't know the time. He fell ill due to filming, he can continue to rest today, and he is not in a hurry to go back to continue filming.
He quietly turned his head to look at Yang Youming, and found that he was still asleep, his eyes were tightly closed, and his expression was extraordinarily calm when he was sleeping.
So Xia Xingcheng got closer and kissed Yang Youming lightly on the lips, but he didn't expect Yang Youming to open his eyes immediately.
"You sleep too lightly," Xia Xingcheng said almost against his face.
Yang Youming raised his hand and hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, then said, "I'm getting old."
Xia Xingcheng asked pointedly: "Then why haven't you seen your ability decline?"
Yang Youming closed his eyes and laughed, and said lazily, "Then do you want me to decline or do you want me to decline?"
Xia Xingcheng's hand was already on his chest, and he slowly slid down: "I won't despise you even if you decline."
Yang Youming opened his eyes to look at him, looked at him seriously for a while, and asked, "Are you cured?"
Xia Xingcheng replied, "I don't feel dizzy anymore, and my limbs are no longer sore." After speaking, he leaned close to Yang Youming's ear and whispered, "It can be done."
Yang Youming looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay."
When they got very close, Xia Xingcheng realized that there were fine lines on the corners of Yang Youming's eyes when he laughed. He couldn't help kissing Yang Youming's eyes, his attitude was focused, and then he said something that made the hair stand up all over his body, he said: "I love you so much, I love every wrinkle of yours."
Yang Youming gradually faded his smile. He hugged Xia Xingcheng tightly and said, "I love you too, Xingcheng."
They spent the whole morning hanging out on the big bed of the hotel. Xia Xingcheng was just sick, but later he felt sore and weak, lying on the bed weakly, and was firmly imprisoned by Yang Youming from behind.
His body was completely soaked in sweat, and he didn't even have the strength to get up and take a shower.
At noon, Xia Xingcheng heard someone knocking on the door. He couldn't let Yang Youming open the door, so he had to get up, and wearily took the bathrobe that was thrown at the foot of the bed and wrapped it. Even the rope of the bathrobe was tied for him by Yang Youming.
Xia Xingcheng walked outside, thinking that Huahua was bringing them meals. But as soon as the door opened, Xia Xingcheng found that the person standing outside was not Hua Hua, but Yuan Qian.
Yuan Qian was holding a bunch of flowers in her hand. She originally had a smile on her face, but the smile faded after seeing Xia Xingcheng for a moment. She asked, "Is there anyone in the house?"
The curtains in the room were still closed, dark and sultry.
Xia Xingcheng hesitated.
Yuan Qian understood immediately, she handed the flower to Xia Xingcheng and said, "I'm here to visit, but it looks like you're already well, so I'll go first." After that, she turned around and walked along the corridor. Don't look back.
Xia Xingcheng returned to the room. When the door was closed, he saw himself in the full-length mirror through the light in the corridor. His hair was messy, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were slightly swollen. However, it was more obvious that the tattoo on the top of his collarbone overlapped with the hickey, covering his entire body. It's all sleazy.