Xia Xiqing vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng knew something.
How did he know, did Xu Qichen tell him? But they don't look so familiar.
My mind is very chaotic, and thoughts come out one after another. He didn't want to think about these insignificant details. Zhou Ziheng's embrace has a wonderful healing power, which can quickly heal his emotional rift, and even Xia Xiqing himself doesn't know why.
He moved the hand hanging by his side, and slowly hugged Zhou Ziheng back. The cold palm pressed against his broad back and slightly protruding shoulder blades, drawing heat from it.
Zhou Ziheng didn't expect that Xia Xiqing would hug him back at this moment, and his heart sank a little, as if a villain had quietly sat on it. He could feel Xia Xiqing's fingers gently grasping the edge of his shoulder blades, and he pressed his forehead against his shoulders as if admitting defeat.
Is this a kind of trust?
I couldn't help but use my hand to slowly stroke the back of his neck along the line of his spine.
"Are you smoothing the cat?" Xia Xiqing's muffled voice came from his shoulder.
Zhou Ziheng laughed, "You mean, are you my cat?"
Xia Xiqing was stunned by his words, and he became angry again just after he got down. He let go of his hands and raised his head. As soon as his palms were placed on Zhou Ziheng's chest, he caught them and clasped his fingers tightly.
"You pushed me away too many times." Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes, "I have to be ready to be pushed away by you anytime, anywhere."
But I know you don't really need me, so even stopping you from pushing away has become a conditioned reflex.
Hearing what he said, Xia Xiqing's ears warmed up, and he lowered his eyes to look at him, and he didn't try to break free from the hand he was holding. Suddenly, he felt a warm touch on his forehead, which was unbelievably soft.
When he reacted, he raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes were kissed lightly again. The moment his lips touched his eyelashes, Xia Xiqing subconsciously closed his eyes because he was not used to it. I felt that Zhou Ziheng's hands were holding his face, his fingertips pressed against the soft spot behind his ears, and his kiss landed on the tip of his nose.
Xia Xiqing was flustered and sad.
He suddenly felt that he was actually very miserable. He had never been treated tenderly since he was a child, so he firmly believed that these things should not be owned by him.
So much so that I got a little bit, and felt panicked.
His nose was sore, it was too embarrassing to cry now, Xia Xiqing tried hard to restrain himself, frowned and opened his eyes. Zhou Ziheng's forehead was pressed against his, the tip of his nose rubbed against his, his gentle voice seemed to be covered with a layer of sea fog.
"I know you think I'm not the same as you, idealistic, full of kindness." He whispered, fingers gently rubbing Xia Xiqing's mandible, "But I want to make it clear that I don't have that much desire to protect. "
"Reallyhaven't you?" For some reason, Xia Xiqing's rhetorical question seemed weak.
"Well occasionally. For example, when you see a stray cat huddled up on the side of the road, you want to pick it up and take it home."
Xia Xiqing let out a cold snort from his nose, "I'll let you pick it up if you say it? Your hands are covered in blood."
"It's okay, this is a necessary price." Zhou Ziheng's lips curled up in a gentle arc, he lightly tapped Xia Xiqing's forehead with his forehead, and continued, "For example, seeing a beautiful rose Trapped in the thorn bushes, I also have a desire to protect and want to rescue him."
"Is leaving the thorns a good thing for Rose?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were covered with water vapor, and they were tears that had not been digested just now.
"It was because he wanted to leave that I went to rescue him."
"how do you know?"
"Of course I know." Zhou Ziheng's eyes crooked when he laughed, which was his most childish expression.
Zhou Ziheng's logic is always strange, but always persuasive. Xia Xiqing lost his temper at what he said, and asked again, "What about another example?"
"Forget it. As a man of science, my poor metaphorical ability has come to an end." Zhou Ziheng tilted his head, and pecked at the small mole on the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose.
His eyes were bright, and he seemed to feel that his smile was too naive, so he deliberately restrained himself a little, appearing more serious and sincere.
"There is and only Xia Xiqing can make me want to protect."
Such a light sentence, so light that Xia Xiqing couldn't grasp it. But it suddenly became so heavy again, it slammed into my heart hard, and I couldn't get it out, and it was deeply sunken inside.
Stray cats are afraid of humans, and roses are afraid of the approaching hand.
Xia Xiqing is afraid of gentleness.
?nbsp; Inexplicably, Zhou Ziheng clicked on the hot search list, and the first two words were all related to him.
[Love talk boy Zhou Ziheng]
[Gentle Alpha Zhou Ziheng]
Poof.
He took a screenshot and sent it on WeChat
[Moral Model: If you were given a choice, which one would you choose? ]
Coming out of the elevator with Xu Qichen, the phone vibrated, Xia Xiqing followed Xu Qichen's words while looking down at the phone, and laughed uncontrollably.
I don't know what's going on, but now he can imagine Zhou Ziheng's smug expression.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing." Xia Xiqing quickly typed a few words and clicked send.
It was not until getting off the car that Zhou Ziheng, who was looking forward to the answer, received Xia Xiqing's reply.
[Terrorists: kids make choices, a dults make love.]
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Xia Xiqing: It's all mine, why should I choose, I just want to be on [Mouth covered
Zhou Ziheng: No, you don't want to. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com