Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, the laughter was so nice.

"No, you know the best who I am. If I can't deceive you, you won't like me." He said with a firm tone, and kissed Zhou Ziheng's side neck. Somehow, it seemed like he had found the confidence to tempt. "The relationship is very good now, stable and safe."

Zhou Ziheng did not speak, which was a kind of default in Xia Xiqing's opinion.

It's really strange that he himself felt incredible about Zhou Ziheng's apology. Perhaps Zhou Ziheng was just unable to suppress his feelings for a while, so he would accompany him to fall into depravity once. But this doesn't matter. There is a first time and a second time. No matter how noble his character is, he can't stand the sensory stimulation of lower animals.

After a long time, he finally heard Zhou Ziheng speak again.

"If I were to know that you were still hanging with others," his voice was as deep as water, and there was no emotional fluctuation in every word, "I will kill you."

The effect of this sentence from his mouth is 10,000 times more literally than the literal meaning. Anyone can say it, but this person is Zhou Ziheng, the kind and compassionate idealist.

Xia Xiqing was startled and his mind was almost unable to move. He could only barely regard this as Zhou Ziheng's distrust of his chaotic private life. He could understand it. This kind of thing was not a joke.

In order to comfort him, he looked up and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin.

"I never took anyone seriously after meeting you." Xia Xiqing's hand stroked the lines of Zhou Ziheng's side neck, as if he was stroking a perfect work of art. "You think I'm lies, I don't deny it. But this sentence is true."

Zhou Ziheng's hope is true, and at this moment he even morbidly hopes that his eyes will break and that he can only see himself in his life.

He suddenly understood those who were obsessed with collecting.

At this moment, he hoped that the artist in his arms could become his own work of art. Without thoughts, power of action, and unpredictable heart, he could only quietly show his beauty to him.

It's so terrible. Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe that he actually had such a pathological idea.

Xia Xiqing did not wait for Zhou Ziheng's response. He was too tired. His excessive release and the spirits on the eve emptied his body. Zhou Ziheng's arms were so warm that he quickly fell into a dream.

A rare good dream, so good that I can't remember the content when I wake up.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Ziheng had already left. The quilt was empty. He reached out and looked at it, leaving him alone on the bed. What surprised him the most was that he had been put on new clothes, dark red hooded sweatshirt, denim jeans, and even socks.

Xia Xiqing couldn't understand why such people exist in the world. His gentleness seems to be innate and cannot be taken away like the light of the sun. Perhaps he was surrounded by love since he was born, and it was only so gentle that he could be so easy to inject into his blood.

Unlike yourself. The love you can show is a false imitation, and the tenderness you give to others is a self-overdrawal.

Zhou Ziheng's clothes were stained with the perfume smell he often used. The citrus fragrance that had faded the sweetness was clear and long, as if you could touch the mountain spring where snow had just melted. Every drop flowing between your fingers was the creation of sunshine.

He sat on the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees, his chin against his arms for a long time, and he finally peeled off from his half-wake state before getting out of bed.

After washing up, I found sandwiches and milk on the coffee table in the room, and a handwritten note with the words as if it were the same.

[I'll leave first by rushing the plane, and I don't need to return this set of clothes.]

Xia Xiqing chuckled, "This guy is really nothing to say to write." He turned over the note and accidentally found that there was a line of words written on the other side.

[You may dislike my aesthetic, but I tried several of them, and this one you wear is the best.]

The aesthetic is indeed as childish as ever, and this dazzling color...

Xia Xiqing looked down at the sweatshirt on his body, and suddenly found that there was a line of letter prints on it.
Chapter completed!