"Live broadcast?" Zhou Ziheng then realized, "No, isn't it?"

Xia Xi took a clear look at him, raised his chin to the notebook behind him, "You can see it yourself." After saying that, he bent his legs, stepped on his heels on the chair, hugged his knees and buried his head, complaining to him in a muffled voice, "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's hot search again..."

Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw that the notebook was black, with barrage scrolling on it.

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[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Zhou Ziheng is awesome!!! Zhou Ziheng's general attack!!!]

[What kind of fairy idol drama am I watching!!! Mom saves me!!!]

[My God, Zhou Ziheng made me feel weak all over…]

[You guys get married soon! Mom is going to watch your bridal chamber today!!!]

[Kill me behind the back!!! Wodema Su's I ascended on the spot in front of the screen!!!]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[What kind of fairy love words prophet is this!!! I have tested you and you are the one I love!!!]

[Oh my God... Is Zhou Ziheng so suave in daily life......]

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Now that things have happened.

Zhou Ziheng immediately turned off the live broadcast, half-kneeled in front of Xia Xiqing, rubbing his palms as if he was flattering, "I will definitely knock on the door next time."

"I've been drawing, my hands are dirty." Xia Xiqing was about to pull it out, but Zhou Ziheng refused to let it go, but instead seemed to have discovered a treasure. "You are actually embarrassed." He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and pulled it into his arms, "It looks like he is acting coquettish."

"You are just acting cute." Xia Xiqing suddenly turned his face and pulled out his hand, "You dream about you."

"Play another spoiled person."

"I didn't act spoiled!"

"Please."

"Dream." Xia Xiqing stood up and was about to leave, but the next second was grabbed by one hand. The huge force dragged him to the studio cabinet, and his back was against the cold glass cabinet. Zhou Ziheng's arm confined him to this small space, and the compressed distance became stalemate.

"Behave a spoiled person." The corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice was low. It was clearly a requesting word, but it was full of flirtatiousness.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng had completely changed, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a desire for victory and defeat in his heart. He completely abandoned the unspeakable shame after being moved, and looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes last year, "What is the point of acting coquettish?"

As he spoke, his hands wrapped around Zhou Ziheng's neck, like the sinful vines in mythology, exuding a charming fragrance of plants.

With her body approaching, Xia Xiqing slowly rubbed Zhou Ziheng's neck with the skin on her side, and her hair and earlobes burst into fleeting fire.

Like two swans who are intimately stumble.

"so?"

His tone of questioning rose slightly, dragging it for a long time, like a silk scarf brushing across his face.

After saying that, Xia Xiqing raised her face to look at him again, tilting her pure face.

“…What about this?”

The next second, he gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's nose with the tip of his nose for a few seconds. His slightly opened lips were soft and red, like a rose that had been ravaged and trampled. As long as he kissed it again, beautiful but bitter juice would flow out.

Zhou Ziheng maintained his last calmness, and every cell in his body was stirred to the boiling point, and the rising temperature approached the dangerous critical point.

He was committing a cruel and slow murder on himself.

The blunt knife sharpens the nerves and the demons who have the angel's body.

"Are still...so."

Xia Xiqing approached Zhou Ziheng's ears, and his warm and humid breath lingered in the hot skin. The soft sound was specially softened with a sticky nasal sound.

"Ziheng, I want to hear you say you like me."

The soft knife finally pierced into the heart, and the tip of the knife gently and cruelly stirred the fishy and sweet pool of spring water inside.

Xia Xiqing raised her eyes obediently, her eyelashes swept through the sticky air, and her simple eyes hid the smoke of guns and fire.
Chapter completed!