The dream is a black silkworm chrysalis, those sticky silk threads are tightly wrapped around his body, forcing him to re-experience those terrible things again, like a horror movie replayed, every scene and every line is engraved into the bone marrow. This feeling is all too familiar, he has experienced this pain repeatedly in his short life, and there is no escape.
Xia Xiqing, who is self-confident by nature, is afraid of revealing his cowardly and pitiful side when he is unconscious, so he never sleeps soundly beside others, and never lets himself get drunk to unconsciousness. But last night's alcohol content was too high, and the stamina was too strong, no matter how good the alcohol capacity was, he couldn't hold one cup after another.
It's all his fault that he didn't control his emotions, and when he was questioned by Zhou Ziheng, he thought of using wine to vent his anger.
Before he opened his eyes, Xia Xiqing felt his temples throbbing, and his head was dizzy from the pain.
No, how does he feel being held in someone's arms.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, blinking twice, the unresponsive sensory nerves finally started to function, Xia Xiqing confirmed the environment he was in, and he was indeed hugged in his arms, and that person was Zhou Ziheng, whom he had coveted for a long time .
What's happening here! He wouldn't get drunk and put Zhou Ziheng to sleep.
No, he didn't remember that he was so powerful after being broken before.
Before Xia Xiqing could figure out the situation, the other protagonist in the brainstorm seemed to feel the person in his arms moving. He stretched out his other hand without opening his eyes, and turned around while he was still immersed in his dream. , From lying flat to side lying, wrapping Xia Xiqing's whole body into his chest, resting his chin on the top of Xia Xiqing's head, stroking Xia Xiqing's smooth back like stroking a cat, with his mouth And muttered, "Don't be afraid"
"I'm scared, crazy." Xia Xiqing, who was hugged so hard by Zhou Ziheng, bit Zhou Ziheng's shoulder hard, waking him up from his sleep.
"Hiss" Zhou Ziheng frowned and stretched out his hands to cover his shoulders, half-closed his eyes and looked at Xia Xiqing, dazed for a long time, "What are you doing"
"What did you do?" Xia Xiqing threw off the quilt all at once, as confidently as if presenting evidence in court, "I still want to ask what did you do to me?"
Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, "I didn't do anythingyou're drunk, I'll take you back to your room" I was in a daze, and suddenly I felt my calf Being rubbed by his toes from bottom to top, he subconsciously shuddered, and finally his eyes focused on Xia Xiqing's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"You didn't do anything" He stretched out his hand and squeezed Zhou Ziheng's chin, "Then why are you hugging me, do big stars still have the habit of hugging people when they sleep?"
Zhou Ziheng finally regained his composure, he almost felt that he was going to be driven crazy by the person in front of him. Is this the same Xia Xiqing who cried all night last night?
He grabbed the quilt to cover his head, refused to answer in a self-defeating manner, turned his back and closed his eyes, pretending he couldn't hear anything.
The person who got drunk last night could not be me Those were all dreams, no, maybe it is a dream now. That's right, just wake up, let's wake up quickly.
"I asked you something, why are you carrying it back?" Xia Xiqing couldn't hold Zhou Ziheng, so he just sat up, put his hands on Zhou Ziheng's face, "Tell me, what happened last night."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to open his eyes.
He suddenly thought of Xia Xiqing who woke up on the plane and questioned himself 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, who never wanted to lie, broke his precept for this, slowly opened his eyes, and made up a reasonable story with sincerity, "Nothing happened, you were drunk, I brought you back, I am tired and tired I'm sleepy, I'll sleep right here with you."
Xia Xiqing's shrewd eyes were full of suspicion, but Zhou Ziheng still stared at him fearlessly, staring at those still red eyes. After all, he is an actor, so he still has this psychological quality.
"Nothing really happened?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, rubbing his fingers against Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, "Is it because I'm too unattractive? Didn't such a good thing as drinking and losing morals happen?"
You are crying like that, who dares to do anything to you. Zhou Ziheng complained in his heart, and he didn't have that strange habit.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt a little embarrassed, so he turned his head, "I still need to sleep for a while, you get off me."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's sleepy face and lack of interest, Xia Xiqing felt the evil in his bones.; Not like myself. The love that can be shown is all fake imitations, and the tenderness to others is self-overdraft.
Zhou Ziheng's clothes were stained with the scent of his usual perfume, the citrus scent that has been stripped of sweetness, clear and long-lasting, as if you could touch a mountain spring that has just melted snow with your hands, and every drop that flows between your fingers is a 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 was finally separated from the half-dream and half-awake state, and he reluctantly got out of bed.
After washing up, I found sandwiches and milk on the coffee table in the room. I took a closer look and found that there was a handwritten note.
[I'm catching a plane and leaving first, so I don't have to return this set of clothes. ]
Xia Xiqing chuckled, this guy really has nothing to say. He flipped the note over casually, and unexpectedly found that there was also a line written on the other side.
He could not help but narrow his eyes.
[You may dislike my aesthetics, but I have tried several, 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 sweater on his body, and suddenly found that there was a line of letters printed on it.
born to be loved.
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?Zhou Ziheng¡¯s mental journey of looking for clothes:
This one should look good on him, and he looks good in white¡ªthis one looks good too! But I have worn this one several times, it would be troublesome for him to wear it and be photographed. This one looks good too. What should I do if it looks good? ¡ª¡ªAh, this one! White skin looks good in red, this line is written for him, my baby was born to be loved! (And this is a birthday present bought by my mother~) (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com