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Chapter 65 Return to Hometown(2/2)

The perpetrator Zhou Ziheng was happy and even pinched his hand, "What about you?"

"Me?" Xia Xiqing turned his face in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"Did you look like you when you were in high school?"

For some reason, Xia Xiqing vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng's words were filled with a little regret. It seemed as if he had missed something important, which was a pity.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were so sincere that it made people timid. Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes and replied sloppyly, "...almost."

"There should be a lot of people chasing Xiqing when he was in high school." Director Kun joked with him, "If you look so good, you must be at the school grass level."

"Just Sa, there are not many classes as beautiful as Xi Qing." Brother Fei also spoke.

It’s really a pot that doesn’t open to pick up.

Xia Xiqing felt that his hands were tighter and wanted to turn his face and glar at him. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng took the initiative, raised his eyebrows at him, leaned closer to Xia Xiqing's face and smiled, "Yes, he looks so good."

His tone was so sarcastic.

"What then?" Xia Xiqing's eyebrows also raised.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes looked at the face under the brim of the hat ambiguously. The two covered hands were so hot that the palms that touched each other were hot.

"I'm just curious. At the beginning, many people lined up to chase you, or did you chase you?" Zhou Ziheng's voice was low, and too many secret codes were leaked inadvertently.

Xia Xiqing smiled silently, and the fingers embedded between his fingers gently tapped the back of Zhou Ziheng's hand, then gently rubbed the blue veins raised on the back of his hand with his fingertips, rubbing against the flesh, like a cigarette butt that was about to be extinguished, and every piece of skin that rubbed was burning.

Xia Xiqing answered his question, but answered it was not the question.

"It's hard for me to chase."

He deliberately lowered his voice, but he couldn't suppress the frivolity of the joke. His mouth was like a half-burned feather, falling lightly to Zhou Ziheng's heart, making people's blood burn.
Chapter completed!
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