On the weekend, Zhou Ziheng started to wake Xia Xiqing up early in the morning, but Xia Xiqing was very sleepy and covered himself in the quilt and didn't want to come out. Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to coax him and sit up from the bed.

"What are you doing..." Xia Xiqing's eyes were not open, "Isn't today a Saturday..."

"Yes, something is wrong."

"If you have something to do, you won't sleep last night," Xia Xiqing closed her eyes and grabbed a pillow and smashed it on Zhou Ziheng. "I'm so sleepy until three o'clock... I'm so sleepy."

"Hey hey hey hey hey don't sleep." Zhou Ziheng hugged him in his arms and patted him on the back twice, "Who told you to hook me last night."

"You still said?"

"No, right, I can't do it, I can't hold it." Zhou Ziheng smiled and crossed his legs around his waist, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged him like a child.

"Oh, I really...I don't want to..."

"Get up, there's something really wrong, something big." Zhou Ziheng carried him to the bathroom, "I've squeezed all the toothpaste for you, look."

Xia Xiqing, who was put down, still didn't look at it. She leaned against Zhou Ziheng with her eyes closed and didn't speak. She was so sleepy that she could fall asleep even while standing. However, Zhou Ziheng was already very satisfied. She thought that when Xia Xiqing got up, she would scold people when she was woken up.

"Be good, wash up first, I'll make delicious food for you later." As he said that, he put on the slippers at the bathroom door for Xia Xiqing to dress up.

After being fussed like this, Xia Xiqing woke up most of the time. He picked up the mouthwash cup and brushed his teeth to wash his face. When he looked up when he looked up, he saw Zhou Ziheng preparing to apply afterskin water. He grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist, "You haven't even shave your stubble."

"Where?" Zhou Ziheng looked in the mirror with his face sideways.

A drop of water entered his eyes. Xia Xiqing frowned and poked the upper edge of his mouth with his cold fingers, "Here. Forget it, I'll shave it for you." After that, he pushed Zhou Ziheng's chest and pushed him all the way to the toilet, "Sit here."

Zhou Ziheng sat down obediently and watched Xia Xiqing pull the cabinet next to the mirror and rummaged out the razor and foam shaving cream. He was wearing a light gray cotton pajamas. When washing his face, he rolled his sleeves to his forearm. When he took things, his hand was stretched out, revealing a piece of white arms, and his side face was well-behaved.

"Electrical ones are not scratched clean, just use manual ones." Xia Xiqing walked to Zhou Ziheng with the tool and squatted down first, but Zhou Ziheng was too tall and sat high, so he stood up and bent down and raised his face, but he was also very tall, and he was struggling to make a lot of effort.

Zhou Ziheng held his smile and reached out to pull him into his arms, "It's still convenient to do this position."

Here comes again. Xia Xiqing knocked Zhou Ziheng's head with the handle of the hand razor and sat on him. Zhou Ziheng's hands were folded on his back, and his eyes seemed to be stuck to Xia Xiqing's body.

The faces in his field of vision were much enlarged, and he could even see the tiny fluff on Xia Xi's innocent face, and his focus was on pursing his lips. The pursing action would make them look softer, just like two cherries piled up together. A little more strength, a little bit, is enough to make the juice overflow.

Xia Xiqing's movements were very light. He rubbed the shaving cream into the palm of his palm and then applied it to his face. His hand holding the hilt was very light, gently shaving the hard-to-shave part. His eyes were focused on that point, his brows frowned slightly, and his slender eyelashes were lit by the warm light of the bathroom, casting a long trembling shadow on the thin skin under him.

All the subtle details are bonded to the cause of heartbeat.

"It seems a little cleaner..." Xia Xiqing turned his head and wanted to take a closer look, but just like that, Zhou Ziheng kissed him, "Uh... Uh!"

He slapped Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder, but Zhou Ziheng had no intention of letting go. The hands that were holding his waist were touching his back and the embrace tighter. The citrus fragrance that spread out from the foam was mixed with a hint of herbal bitterness, rubbed from one person's face to another, like a substance of contagious desire.

Xia Xiqing didn't want Zhou Ziheng to succeed so quickly, so he maliciously confines his teeth. Unexpectedly, while Zhou Ziheng kissed his lips patiently, he used his hand to slowly rub his tailbone along Xia Xiqing's slightly convex spine to the lowest end.

"Um..." Xia Xiqing, who was caught in the gate of life, accidentally let go of her lips. Zhou Ziheng took advantage of the situation and entered her tongue. The tip of her tongue touched her wet and soft mouth. The remaining mint breath was heated by her lingering lips and tongue. Xia Xiqing simply gave up resisting, and the razor fell to the ground, and the sound made turned into a horn of intimate battle. His fingers stroked Zhou Ziheng's hair intimately, and his tongue licked his soft palate. The breath became heavier and tighter, and his hot chest was pressed tightly together, rubbing ambiguously.

His lips loosened and his suffocation was slightly relaxed. Zhou Ziheng hugged his thin waist, kissing him one after another little by little from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes reached Xia Xiqing's rolling Adam's apple. His upper body unconsciously leaned back, his slender neck, his slightly raised chest and flexible waist bent into a surging curve.

Xia Xiqing didn't like his teasing like this, and the pleasure of scratching his feet was so anxious. He pressed Zhou Ziheng's shoulders, lowered his head and kissed his lips, and kissed him wet, as if showing a hungry person's fundamental desire for food.

The temperature was getting higher and higher, and the two of them melted in this misty and humid bathroom, like fish entering the water, and the beauty of the morning evaporated with the sound of gasping.

After entering the cloakroom, Zhou Ziheng told him the real reason for getting up early.

"I told my parents that I'll take you back today." Zhou Ziheng took off his pajamas lightly and looked for the sweatshirt he wanted to wear naked. Since the two of them were together, everything had mixed together.

Xia Xiqing was stunned by his words, "What did you say?"

Zhou Ziheng turned around and said, "Take you home."

"What a joke." Xia Xiqing was confused for a moment, and sat on the lazy sofa in the cloakroom, "Why are you going to go home?"

"No kidding." Zhou Ziheng finally found his gray-blue sweatshirt, quickly put it on his body, trying to pull Xia Xiqing up, "You change your clothes quickly, I'll tell them to arrive in the morning."

"I..." Xia Xiqing wanted to speak but stopped, "No, do you have to go?"

"Of course." Zhou Ziheng squatted down and kissed him, "What's wrong?"

"if……"

What if your parents don’t like me? Xia Xiqing resisted not saying it, but he was very sure in his heart that the word home was too far away for him, not only far away, but also a forbidden area.

A person like him should not be liked by Zhou Ziheng's family. I feel that from a family background, he should not have a good impression of homosexuality, especially because he is not well-behaved or docile. Zhou Ziheng was taught so well by them, he must be their most precious child. The most precious child must be abducted by a bad child like him, and he must be very angry.

The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I became. Xia Xiqing bit the back teeth and said nothing. Zhou Ziheng did not force him, but just sat down face to face with him and played with his hands.

To be honest, this is not like him at all. Xia Xiqing has never been afraid of anyone and has never retreated when encountering anything.

But now he retreated and retreated very realistically. He was not afraid of his parents' stopping him, but rather that Zhou Ziheng's perfect family relationship had cracks due to his intervention.

"I think your parents may not like me." After a long silence, Xia Xiqing finally spoke very calmly, "To be rational, there shouldn't be many parents like me who would like me."

Zhou Ziheng obviously felt that Xia Xiqing was becoming less and less confident about himself, which was the kind of unconfidence that was obvious, but he knew very well that this was the real Xia Xiqing. He had always been inferior, but in the past he used his pride and nobleness to hide his heart.

After the beautiful hard shell peels off, the scarred child will be very scared, curled up his hands and feet, and dare not see anyone.

"No." Zhou Ziheng held his hand, "They are not such people. And you are excellent, you are very good." He touched Xia Xiqing's cheek, "You are the best in my eyes."

Xia Xiqing finally raised his head, forced a smile at him, and stood up to change his clothes. Zhou Ziheng couldn't understand the panic and helplessness in his heart. He didn't understand his natural fear of the word "parents". But it didn't matter, he loved Zhou Ziheng. He was willing to step out of his comfort zone for Zhou Ziheng.

"Then should I go take a shower now?" Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was too unstern, "I'm very quick, five minutes."

"No need." Zhou Ziheng grabbed him, held his shoulder and let him face the row of clothes, "Change the clothes and let's go."

Xia Xiqing suddenly spoke, "What are you wearing?" His hands turned over one by one, "Should I wear it simpler? What color do your parents like? They..."

He was too anxious. Zhou Ziheng hugged him from behind, his voice gentle, "Xi Qing."

"They will not judge you because of the clothes you wear. Similarly, they will not determine your character because of the outside world's evaluation." Zhou Ziheng wrapped his bra on his waist, "I will take you there this time, just introduce it. Don't be nervous when we meet."

In his arms, Xia Xiqing felt that the panicked self gradually sinking.

The weather was still very cold, and the two of them finally wore the same down jacket and went out. Zhou Ziheng was black, Xia Xiqing was white, and Ronaldo was already waiting for them in the car.

After getting on the bus, Xia Xiqing was extremely quiet and didn't say a word. Even Ronaldo could see that it was abnormal and looked in the rearview mirror, "What's wrong with Xi Qing? Why is her face so bad?"

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her face, "Does my face look bad?"

"Not bad." Zhou Ziheng couldn't help laughing, holding up his cheeks that were rubbed red. The tip of his nose was a little cold when he went out. With this harmless face of humans and animals, he looked so cute, "Look, it's obviously so beautiful."

Xiao Luo looked like I did something wrong and why I asked me to eat dog food. "What's wrong with Xi Qing? I feel like I'm not in the state."

"Not much." Zhou Ziheng answered directly for him, "He likes me so much that he dares not meet his parents."

Xia Xiqing pushed Zhou Ziheng away and turned his head. He originally wanted to say, "I won't go to stop the car, but he turned around again when he was with Zhou Ziheng. Since he was with Zhou Ziheng, he had even lost his mouth from the beginning.

I can't bear to say a harsh word to him, and I can't bear to lose my temper.

Just as Zhou Ziheng said, I really like him too much.

When she arrived at Zhou Ziheng's house, Xia Xiqing was nervous and embarrassed. After all, the last time she came to this place was through some illegal means.

The one who opened the door was an aunt wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses and an outstanding temperament. Xia Xiqing recognized that this must be Zhou Ziheng's mother at first sight. They looked very similar, and they were all beautiful women with excellent bones.

"Come?" Zhou's mother smiled, her voice was very soft, "I was about to call Hengheng and ask if you are stuck on the road, come in quickly." As she spoke, she gently pulled Xia Xiqing's arm, "Is it very cold outside?"

Xia Xiqing smiled cramply, "It's okay."

"This is my mother." Zhou Ziheng took Xia Xiqing openly into the door, "Mom, this is Xiqing."

"I know." Zhou's mother smiled very gently, "I've watched your show."

"Hello, Auntie." Xia Xiqing bent over and said, "I'm disturbing."

"Don't bother, we'll be waiting for you." Zhou's mother led the two people in. Xia Xiqing's eyes fell on the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa in the living room. His upper body was sitting straight. He was reading with a newspaper, but when he saw someone coming in, he stood up.

It seems that Zhou Ziheng's appearance inherits the advantages of his parents and his father's height.

However, Zhou’s father looked like Zhou Ziheng, and he felt a bit intimidating. Before he got close, Xia Xiqing said, “Hello uncle.”

"Yeah." Zhou's father nodded, with his hands behind his back, "Sit down, sit down." After saying that, he sat down by himself, "The tea I made for you is cold, and I just made another cup." He was about to pick it up, and paused again, "Does Xi Qing drink tea? Why don't I ask Aunt Hong to make coffee for you?"

Xia Xiqing waved his hand in a panic, "No uncle, I'll drink tea." After that, he picked up a cup and held the small cracked celadon cup in his hand.

"Don't be nervous." Zhou's father exposed his performance at once. He said to Zhou Ziheng, "You go to the kitchen to help your mother. She will cook lunch yourself today."

Zhou Ziheng was sent away by him, leaving only Xia Xiqing and Zhou's father, facing each other, with a coffee table separated by a middle.

"Don't be afraid." Zhou's father smiled, "Actually, before you came, Zhou Ziheng confessed to us about you and him."

Xia Xiqing guessed that Zhou Ziheng was not the kind of person who was so willful that he would come out publicly on occasions like an award ceremony without telling his parents. He took a sip of tea, gently placed the teacup on the tea table, and listened quietly to Zhou's father.

"Actually, our mother and I, we called you over and had a simple meal." Zhou's father picked up the teapot and added some tea to him, "You are his current love partner. We can't just watch you on TV, don't you?"

Xia Xiqing nodded. He had not sat and talked to an older man like this for a long time. This unfamiliar feeling made him feel a little uneasy.

"You have a bad face and are sick?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm not sick." He forced a smile, "You said, I'm listening."

Zhou's father quickly realized something was wrong, looked at the empty living room around them, looked at the kitchen again, and reacted a little, "Did I put you under pressure? Or I'd better call that kid over..."

"No," Xia Xiqing suddenly felt strange, "How do you know..."

"I heard him say about your family. Actually, you shouldn't discuss these topics as soon as you start. I know you'll feel uncomfortable talking about it."

Xia Xiqing pursed her lips, "It's okay, I'm much better, it's pretty good."

"You are very strong. If you were someone else, you might not be able to hold on if you were someone else." Zhou's father's eyes showed a positive look, "It's rare to be strong, it's rare to be strong, and you are also excellent."

Suddenly being affirmed by Zhou Ziheng's father, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but be surprised. Zhou's father also saw the surprise on his face, "Do you think I will make things difficult for you? Why do I make things difficult for you? It's because my son likes you. I'm really not satisfied, and I will only make things difficult for my son."
To be continued...