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    Probably not expecting Zhou Ziheng to ask such a question, Xia Xiqing's hands trembled slightly, and the transparent wine spilled a little on his lap, creating a dark circle.

    After hesitating for a moment, he drank the glass of wine in one gulp, turned around and raised the corners of his mouth at Zhou Ziheng.

    "You are one step too late."

    Zhou Ziheng knew that he was evading, and he didn't have the courage to continue to ask. No, it's not so much that he didn't have the courage, it's better to say that he was afraid of seeing Xia Xiqing who gave the answer.

    Shang Sirui didn't seem to hear Zhou Ziheng's soft question. He was struggling on the verge of half-drunk and half-awake, "Huh? Hey next" He reluctantly sat up and wobbled the wine bottle.

    "You are really persistent" Zhou Ziheng shook his head helplessly.  Even though he was drunk like this, he was still thinking about the game.

    It's also evil to say, the bottle is aimed at Xia Xiqing again.

    "Huh? It's Xi Qing~" Shang Sirui pointed at Xia Xiqing and laughed foolishly.

    The smile on Xia Xiqing's face was reduced by half.  Before Zhou Ziheng had time to speak, he heard him whisper to him in a tone almost warning, "Don't ask a single question."

    ? Like a trapped animal that has been wounded and designated a safe zone.

    Having known him for so long, this is the first time he talks to himself like this.  Zhou Ziheng felt like a lump in his throat, and could only watch him raise his head and drink another glass of strong wine, his brows were tightly furrowed.

    Shang Sirui realized later, "I, I haven't asked the question yet"

    "It's late." Xia Xiqing smiled at him, "I drank it all." He drank the wine too quickly, and the acrid smell came up. Xia Xiqing couldn't help coughing.  open.

    He regretted his impulsiveness just now.

    Zhou Ziheng slowly withdrew his hand without saying anything.

    Once again, Shang Sirui stubbornly leaned on the armrest of the sofa and sat up. Just as he reached for the wine bottle on the coffee table, before he touched it, he fell down on the coffee table and was completely broken.

    "Hey, hello" Zhou Ziheng patted Shang Sirui's hand, but the other party remained motionless, in a state of complete coma.

    "I'm really convinced." Zhou Ziheng stood up, dragged Shang Sirui onto the bed, and covered him with a quilt.  Shang Sirui stretched out one arm, murmuring vaguely, "My leg hurts I don't want to dance"

    Idol is also very pitiful.  Zhou Ziheng sighed, and heard Xia Xiqing's abnormally low voice behind him.

    "I'm going back."

    Xia Xiqing lowered his head, stood up while leaning on the armrest of the sofa, paused for a while, and then walked towards the door.

    Sure enough, he stepped on his minefield.  Zhou Ziheng also lowered his head, standing there for a while, not knowing what to do.

    Let's go back after Xia Xiqing leaves.

    Originally planning this way, he suddenly heard a bang from the entrance. Zhou Ziheng walked over quickly, and found Xia Xiqing kneeling on the ground, with his back facing him and supporting the floor with both hands, panting heavily.

    "Are you okay?" Zhou Ziheng hurried forward, grabbed Xia Xiqing's arm and put it on his shoulder, trying to help him stand up, but Xia Xiqing had no strength at all, his legs trembled as if they were stepping on cotton  .

    Xia Xiqing didn't say a word, Zhou Ziheng strenuously stood him up, turned his face to look at him, and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were slightly squinted, his ears were burning red, and large swathes of blush spread to the side of his neck.  He seemed to want to speak, with his mouth half-opened, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

    This is completely different from the last time he was drunk.  Zhou Ziheng worriedly took him out of Shang Sirui's room, and closed the door with his feet.  Fortunately, Xia Xiqing lived opposite, which saved a lot of trouble.

    The stamina of vodka was stronger than he imagined. Zhou Ziheng obviously only drank one cup, but he felt dizzy.  Xia Xiqing lay on top of him, feeling hot all over.

    You have to open the door for him.  Zhou Ziheng let Xia Xiqing lean his back against the door, and put his hands on his shoulders, but Xia Xiqing couldn't stand at all. Before Zhou Ziheng could reach his trouser pocket, Xia Xiqing slid down the door with his head down, almost sitting on the floor.  on the ground.  Zhou Ziheng sighed, picked him up helplessly, passed under his arm with one hand, faced him, and supported his back, while the other hand reached into the pocket of his trousers to fumble for the room card.

    Xia Xiqing seemed to be a little conscious. He also reached into his pocket and held Zhou Ziheng's index finger.

    "Hello¡­¡­"

    "I caught it." Xia Xiqing suddenly fell on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and smiled foolishly.

    Zhou Ziheng was a little dazedHe kept repeating the same words in his ear.

    "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

    Until Xia Xiqing's tears finally dried up, he no longer had the strength to beg for mercy, and fell asleep in his arms as if he was dead.

    Zhou Ziheng suddenly became frightened.

    In the past 20 years, he has never been so flustered as he is now. He even touched Xia Xiqing's breath with his hand, and after confirming that he had just fallen asleep, his beating heart gradually returned to normal.

    He just fell asleep.

    He finally fell asleep.

    Zhou Ziheng gently put him down on the bed, watched him curl up and sink into the white softness, but his hand was still firmly grasping his hand, as long as Zhou Ziheng tried to pull it away, his brows would be in a dream  wrinkled.

    At this moment, Xia Xiqing was like a dying kitten. After one night passed, he might never wake up again.

    Xia Xiqing's hoarse cry for help was still ringing in his ears.

    "Don't leave me here alone."

    Zhou Ziheng finally stayed and lay beside him.  He could barely close his eyes, just looking at Xia Xiqing who was curled up beside him, occasionally brushing his hair away with his hands.

    The eyes that had been crying for too long were swollen, and the upper eyelids, which were so thin that they were almost transparent, were slightly swollen, revealing some veins of blood vessels.  His eyelashes turned out to be so long, longer than the actresses he had worked with before, and they trembled slightly in his dream, just like him when he was crying, revealing a lingering sense of vulnerability.

    The hand that brushed away his hair couldn't help but move down, touching the end of his eyelashes, causing him to frown slightly, as if he was about to wake up, but he just burrowed towards Zhou Ziheng.

    The distance suddenly shortened, and his arm could almost touch Xia Xiqing's still hot skin.

    Xia Xiqing, who fell into a dream again, raised his face slightly, as if he could breathe more smoothly this way.  His eyes fell on it involuntarily, the tip of his nose turned red after crying, making that little mole even more pitiful.  Zhou Ziheng paused for a moment with his still hanging hand, and finally touched the tip of his nose lightly with his index finger.

    It's too light, like a superficial touch of water, only my own heart ripples.  The water waves rippled farther and farther away, until the nerve endings, until he couldn't help lowering his lips.

    Finally, he kissed the cold tip of his nose, the little mole that had made him try to do so countless times.  He finally did so, without Xia Xiqing's knowledge.

    It's amazing, he seems to have stolen this little mole, and hid it in a secret corner of the left atrium. That kind of satisfaction is something he has never experienced before, and the pleasure mixed with pain can make people feel happy.  so fascinated.

    Just hide it for one night and return it to him tomorrow morning.

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    ao3 is beckoning.

    I also want to hug my son, alas.

    I don¡¯t know if you have seen the surveillance video of the little domestic violence girl that is popular on Weibo. I am so sad to see it. I can¡¯t imagine how this child will get rid of such shadows in the future, and I can¡¯t even imagine how many people there are in invisible places.  Like her, a child whose life is worse than death every day.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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