He turned around and washed his fingers carefully, "Don't think you know me very well. In fact, your so-called 'slander' is my normal state." This scene made Zhou Ziheng think of the murderer's cleaning actions in the movie after the murder ended.

Xia Xiqing said every word lightly and slowly, and the movements on his hands did not stop. The flowing cold water passed through his finger gap. "I like to pursue others. Witnessing a person's heart to me with his own eyes will give me great satisfaction, but when I get it, I will get bored and try every means to leave, and I don't want to take that heart. It's very cumbersome." Pulling away the hand, the flowing water droplets suddenly stopped. Xia Xiqing took out the kitchen paper on the countertop one by one and wiped his fingers covered with water droplets, "So you are right, I'm a scum."

He kneaded the wet paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Xia Xiqing supported the Liulitai with both hands and tilted his head to Zhou Ziheng's shoulder. This action was like a kiss on the cheek of an extremely intimate lover.

Those lazy eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's side face and spoke softly like a dream, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Ziheng doesn't understand why Xia Xiqing had to spread everything straightforwardly. According to his personality, it is best to cheat as long as he can. Just like a peacock spreads his tail, he uses the most gentle and gentle side to attract you, induce you, and make you willingly fall into this scam.

To be honest, not only Zhou Ziheng doesn’t understand, but Xia Xiqing himself doesn’t understand.

He felt that he was very strange now, not calm or disguised, but he was like he was in a hurry to tear off his mask and exposed a bloody face to the other party.

Among so many prey he had encountered, Zhou Ziheng was the most special one. From the beginning, he saw all the bad habits he had hidden from him. All disguised in front of him were all invalid. Now he even took the initiative to expose the lie of "like" and clearly displayed his most corrupt and ugliest part in front of him, allowing him to appreciate and judge like a strange work of art.

Perhaps it was because of this that Zhou Ziheng became the prey that Xia Xiqing wanted the most.

So far, the most wanted target to hunt in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who had been cooking things quietly, suddenly turned his face and looked directly at Xia Xiqing's beautiful but frivolous eyes from a very close distance. The face with a clear outline like a natural sculpture had no expression, and the rare indifference was consistent inside.

"What am I afraid of?"

Just like last time in the secret room, Zhou Ziheng's voice was like the bell of the Baihua Cathedral, hitting his heart valve one by one.

"I'm afraid you'll pursue me, or I'm afraid I'll give you my heart?"

At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually felt the blood flowing upwards.

"If you give me only these two choices," Zhou Ziheng's lips curled up slightly, "I'm not afraid."

Xia Xiqing pondered Zhou Ziheng's implicit sound. He was not afraid of the former because he was disdainful of his pursuit and the latter because he was sure that he would not be moved.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt that his pride was being questioned and provoked unprecedentedly. A bunch of fire suddenly lit up somewhere in his dark heart, making his blood burn.

He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin. Before the other party could react, he raised his eyebrows with a smile, and his eyes were full of exterior ambiguity.
Chapter completed!