: Treat me gentle

Xia Xiqing never felt that she would be moved by others.

He always tells others that the biggest misunderstanding of love is that he always regards the emotional fluctuations during ambiguousness as heartbeats, and uses the disorder of his heartbeat at that moment as a proof to confirm that he falls in love. But too often, these fluctuations are just ripples on the wrinkles on the lake. After that moment, they are quickly relieved.

He was not sure if his emotional fluctuations were the moment when ripples bloomed, he was only sure that he was enjoying this moment.

"I can't even hold the gun." Zhou Ziheng shook the aug in his hand, with a successful smile on his face.

The last words just now were just a joke. Xia Xiqing tried to find clues from the expression on his face to prove his guess. It was not low, after all, he was facing an actor.

The two of them were just having fun.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiqing's burden was much less. He pursed his lower lip and his eyes were frivolous, "It doesn't matter if this gun is unstable. Next time, let you try my other guns are unstable."

Zhou Ziheng smiled. Why is this person so persistent? "I tried it last time, but it's not very stable, and I get angry as soon as I get rid of it."

"You are promising now." Xia Xiqing kicked his calf and shin, and was avoided by Zhou Ziheng and hugged him in his arms.

"Just, joke."

"Don't hug me." Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Don't hug me like a woman."

Zhou Ziheng heard this twice from him. He guessed whether Xia Xiqing thought that he had liked a girl before, but this idea was too overconscious. What's more, Xia Xiqing just wanted to occupy a dominant position.

"Then you hug me." Zhou Ziheng spread his arms.

Xia Xiqing glanced at him. She was so tall, she looked like a girl no matter how she hugged her.

"Get out, who wants to hold you?" Xia Xiqing wanted to take the gun away from his hand. As soon as he reached over, Zhou Ziheng grabbed it, and said anxiously, "You have injured your hand?"

Injured? Xia Xiqing was a little confused, but soon reacted again.

"Ah, that's red pigment. I accidentally got it, not blood."

Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief and tried to rub it. It was indeed a paint, "I was shocked. You painted before you went out."

"Ah?...Hmm." Xia Xiqing was a little uncomfortable with being cared for so much. He calmly retracted his hand, took away the gun from Zhou Ziheng's hand, put on his earmuffs and started practicing shooting again.

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to ask what painting he was painting, but when he saw him like this, he didn't ask too much. He sat aside and took out his cell phone. He was busy auditioning today, having a meeting with the screenwriter and director, and having dinner with the investor at night. He was dizzy and didn't even have time to read on WeChat.

Sure enough, WeChat messages were full of information. Zhou Ziheng picked up a few important work messages and replied to them first, and in a blink of an eye he saw the news from Shang Sirui again.

[Si Rui: Ziheng! Have you seen the painting Xi Qingxin painted for you?]

[Si Rui: Share pictures.]

Zhou Ziheng saw the watercolor painting sent by Shang Sirui. It was a scene at the end of his sophomore year. The ppt displayed in the upper right corner had a dark red background.

It turned out that I was drawing this one.

[Ziheng: What he sent to you?]

[Si Rui: No, I saved it on his Weibo.]

When Zhou Ziheng saw this news, he immediately opened Weibo and found that he had received a lot of unfollowed people. He clicked in and saw that it was indeed the painting posted by Xia Xiqing.

[Self-study girl rushed to the duck: @Zhou Ziheng, come in to see the paintings your wife drew for you!]

[Who doesn't like self-study: @Zhou Ziheng, what is it like to fall in love with a painter?]

[Study CP Universe is the sweetest: @Zhou Ziheng, I announce that you and this beautiful artist are locked, and I swallow the key!]

My wife?

What new statement is this?

In addition to the overwhelming CP fans' speeches, there are Zhou Ziheng who found Xia Xiqing's Weibo fans.

[Ziheng Universe No. 1 Attack: Thank you for sharing by your wife.]

[Zhou Ziheng’s wife: Thank you, my wife, but please respect some espini powder. Too much brain supplement is a disease.]

[I, Heng Chao's: Xipi powder is screaming at you, Zhou Ziheng can't stand it anymore, okay? I'm really convinced by Lagua every day.]

...

Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips.

Is he straight? If it was the past, it should be quite straight, but now it will...

Moreover, the degree of CP fans' imagination should be similar to the degree of real progress they are now...

However, the more the comments became more and more quarrels, and Xia Xiqing's only fans also came out, looking as if [Is our young painter not having fans] to protect the cub?

Really, you little girls should not be the ones who protect you.

Zhou Ziheng clicked forward and entered a line of words.

[@Zhou Ziheng: Thank you, my wife.]

He didn't think something was wrong. This circle seems to be called "Painter" and "Daughter" and so on. But the CP fans below went crazy.

[Maybe you are doing self-study too: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[My CP loves and kills each other every day: Damn it, I call you a madam!! I really call you a madam!]

[Happy self-study: Zhou Ziheng is awesome! [Bayin (If I had such a beautiful wife, I would be very awesome)]

[Self-study girls are super cute: Ahh, the tears of the self-study girls are worthless, Zhou Ziheng, why are you so spoiled? (How does some poisonous people feel when they are steamed and slapped in the face? It's enough to run to Xi Qing's Weibo.)]

[Self-study girl rushes to the duck: It's really exciting to do self-study, celebrate the New Year every day.]

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Ziheng looked up and found that Xia Xiqing took off his glasses and earmuffs, shook his beautiful black hair and walked towards him.

"Ah? Browse Weibo..."

Xia Xiqing stretched, "I originally wanted to hit a ten-ring one, but it was so difficult." He sat next to Zhou Ziheng.

"Stop hitting, if you hit it, your arm will hurt tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood up and "Go home."

"I'm hungry." Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng with his face raised. His eyes were very big among boys, with deep double eyelids and long and dense eyelashes. His bare face always gave people the illusion of eyelinering. His dark black pupils were always bright and moist. He always smiled frivolously and gentlely. When he didn't do any expression, he exuded a pure and pitiful spirit.

Zhou Ziheng pulled him up, "I have Cordyceps chicken soup that my mother gave me yesterday. When I go back, I will bring you the following noodles."

He touched and cooked for the kiss. Even if he didn't give it, it was still full so far. Xia Xiqing was in a good mood and followed Zhou Ziheng to leave the shooting training ground.

The last time I went to Zhou Ziheng's house, Xia Xiqing kissed him forcibly. When he thought of this, he felt a little embarrassed. On the other hand, he was a little puzzled. Zhou Ziheng was so angry last time, why did he agree to mess with him now?

"You wear my slippers." Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of navy blue slippers and placed them in front of him.

Xia Xiqing said oh, as if he remembered something, "I can wear my own when I go home." Anyway, it's just two steps. Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet, which looked like they were used for guests. He didn't look up, "If you dislike my shoes, go back and get your own."

Xia Xiqing laughed, "I didn't, am I afraid of letting you down?" After that, he changed into Zhou Ziheng's slippers, which were very soft, but much bigger.

"Your feet are so big."

"I'm 1.92 meters."

"Oh, that's amazing."

"Just amazing."

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time. Xia Xiqing was wailing and hungry, and walked to the living room without seeing any dissuasion slippers. Last time he came, he was just circling with Zhou Ziheng in the entrance hall, but he didn't look in. Only then did he realize that there was a large swimming pool in Zhou Ziheng's living room.

"You are so decorating well, you're a rich man at first glance." Xia Xiqing squatted by the swimming pool, put his fingers in and lifted the water surface, "I'll chisel one tomorrow."

"Don't you feel tired?" Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and put it on the sofa, walked to the refrigerator and opened the double door. "Isn't it great if you want to swim here?"

After saying this, he felt a little regretful. Is he too busy? Xia Xiqing can't go where to go if she wants to swim.

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. He originally wanted to say what if their relationship broke down in the end, just like he and those little lovers before, and now he has no contact. But he felt that it would be too embarrassing to say this, and it didn't look like a physical relationship at all, but it seemed like he was in a real relationship.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to say this." Xia Xiqing stood up and jumped a few times while pretending to be relaxed. Zhou Ziheng thought he was about to jump down now, so he hurriedly said, "I didn't turn on the constant temperature."

"I don't swim now, I'm almost starving to death." Xia Xiqing dragged his steps to Zhou Ziheng's sofa and lay down, sighing comfortably. Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he turned on the TV and stuffed the remote control into his hand. The TV was broadcasting a boring idol drama of 8 o'clock, with strange dubbing plots. From a distance, you could still hear Zhou Ziheng cooking in the kitchen, the jingle of metal collision, and the sound of gurgling soup, mixed together, full of fireworks.

Xia Xiqing, who was lying on the sofa, was quiet and a little uncomfortable. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

It seems like... I have a home.

As soon as this idea came out, he pressed down desperately, trying to divert his attention and make himself look less pitiful. The only thing he could do was to do his best to complain about the TV series.

"Who made the filter for this drama? This saturation is to blind the audience's eyes."

"The heroine's skirt... I really have no idea about the current costume style. Zhou Ziheng, please don't act in idol dramas. If you act, I will lose my fans immediately."

"This plot... Newton's coffin board can't be held back."

"Actually, the male protagonist looks pretty good. If his nose is a little taller, it will look even better. His eyebrows and eyes are erect and three-dimensional."

But it's far worse than Zhou Ziheng.

As he was talking, Zhou Ziheng brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup and walked over, put it on the coffee table with a sound, his face gloomy.

"So fast?" Xia Xiqing sat up from the sofa, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I see if you can be full by looking at handsome guys?" Zhou Ziheng turned around and walked over to take his part. Xia Xiqing knelt on the sofa and put his hands on the upper edge of the backrest of the sofa, and smiled at Zhou Ziheng's back, "Look at you, be 70% full. If you give it, you will be very full."

It was really a matter of three sentences. Zhou Ziheng came over with another bowl, "Then you watch the one on TV."

"Then forget it." Xia Xiqing sat down and picked up the chopsticks. "I have a high aesthetic standard. You can only be considered a handsome guy in this circle."
To be continued...