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Xia Xiqing vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng knew something.

How did he know? Did Xu Qichen tell him? But they didn't look so familiar.

His mind was very confused, and his thoughts came out one after another. He didn't want to think about these irrelevant details anymore. Zhou Ziheng's arms had a wonderful healing power that could quickly soothe the crack of his emotions. Even Xia Xiqing himself didn't know the reason.

He moved his hands hanging on his side, slowly hugged Zhou Ziheng, and his cold palm pressed against his broad back, and his slightly raised shoulder blades to draw heat from it.

Zhou Ziheng didn't expect that Xia Xiqing would hug him back at this moment, and a small piece of his heart fell into his heart, as if a villain had quietly sat on it. He could feel Xia Xiqing's fingers gently grabbing the edge of his shoulder blades, and putting his forehead against his shoulders as if he was admitting defeat.

Is this a kind of trust?

I couldn't help but use my hands to slowly rub his spine along the back of his neck.

"Are you giving cats a hair?" Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled and came from her shoulders.

Zhou Ziheng laughed, "You mean, are you the cat I have?"

Xia Xiqing was shocked by his words, and the anger he had just fallen back. He let go of his hands and raised his head. As soon as his palm was placed last year, he caught Zhou Ziheng's chest, and he held it tightly by his fingers.

"You have pushed me away too many times." Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes, "I have to be prepared to be pushed away by you anytime, anywhere."

But I know you really don't need me, so even the action of stopping you from pushing away becomes a conditioned reflex.

Hearing what he said, Xia Xiqing's ears heated up, and she lowered her eyes and did not try to break free from the hand he was holding. Suddenly, he felt a warm touch coming from his forehead, which was so soft that it was unremarkable.

When he reacted, he raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes were kissed gently again. The moment his lips touched his eyelashes, he was not used to it, so Xia Xiqing subconsciously closed his eyes. He felt Zhou Ziheng holding his face with both hands, his fingertips against the soft collapse behind his ear, and his kiss fell on the tip of his nose.

Xia Xiqing was so nervous that she was sad.

He suddenly felt that he was actually very miserable and had never been treated gentlely since he was a child, so he firmly believed that these things should not be owned by him.

So much so that after getting a little bit, I feel very panicked.

His nose was sour, and it was too embarrassing to cry now. Xia Xiqing tried hard to restrain himself, frowned and opened his eyes. Zhou Ziheng's forehead pressed against his, and his nose rubbed against the tip of his nose. The gentle voice seemed to be covered with a layer of sea fog.

"I know you don't think you and I are the same person. Idealism and kindness are everywhere." He whispered, his finger gently rubbing against Xia Xiqing's jawbone, "But I want to make a point that I don't have that much protection."

"Is that right... don't you?" Somehow, Xia Xiqing's retort was weak.

"Well... there are also occasional things. For example, when you see stray cats crouching into a ball on the roadside, you really want to pick them up."

Xia Xiqing snorted coldly from his nose, "If you say you can pick it up, you will pick it up? Your hands are covered in blood."

"It's okay, this is a necessary price." Zhou Ziheng's lips curled up a gentle curve, and gently kowtowed Xia Xiqing's forehead with his forehead, continuing to say the previous words, "For example, when I saw a beautiful rose trapped in the thorn bush, I would also have the desire to protect him and want to rescue him."

"Is it a good thing for Rose to leave the thorn?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, his eyes covered with water vapor, which was tears that had not been digested just now.

"I went to save him because he wanted to leave."

"How do you know?"

"Of course I know." Zhou Ziheng's eyes were curved when he smiled, which was his most childish expression.

Zhou Ziheng's logic is always strange, but it is always persuasive. Xia Xiqing was so angry that he said that he had no temper and asked again, "What about it, for example."

"No more, as a science man, my poor metaphorical ability has come to this point." Zhou Ziheng turned his head and pecked at the small mole on Xia Xiqing's nose.

His eyes were bright, and he seemed to feel that he was too naive when he smiled, and he deliberately restrained himself, making him seem more solemn and sincere.

"Only Xia Xiqing can make me feel protective."

Such a light sentence was so light that Xia Xiqing couldn't grasp it. But it suddenly became so heavy again, and it hit the heart hard, and could not be done, and it was deeply trapped inside.

The stray cat is afraid of humans, and the rose is afraid of the hand that approaches.

Xia Xiqing was afraid of gentleness.

Because gentleness is the only invincible weapon in the world.

"Can I kiss you now."

Asking questions so sincerely again, Xia Xiqing felt that he was still defeated. He even smiled bitterly unconsciously, "So still want to kiss?"

"Yes." Zhou Ziheng shook his head quickly again, "No, it's not what you think, I want to..."

A sound suddenly came from the door of the bathroom. Before Zhou Ziheng could stop his explanation, Xia Xiqing sealed his panicked heart with a kiss.

“The public restroom conditions in this hotel are pretty good.”

The voice of strangers.

"Why do you care so much about the bathroom in the hotel?" The man's bad taste in going to the bathroom was just a yellow voice, "Why, I like to play so exciting?"

The hand that was intertwined with fingers was tighter by Xia Xiqing, and his chest was pressed against his chest, a tug of strength. But his eyes were soft and filled with bright tenderness.

It was just such a pair of eyes with strong suggestion that Zhou Ziheng could not help but think that Xia Xiqing was full of love like those deceiveds in the past. Although he knew this was not true.

"What is the bathroom in the hotel? The nightclub is quite exciting. Last time I drank so much that I went to the bathroom. The sound next door was loud. I went there. It was a live broadcast, and it was so rude."

Perhaps because of hearing their conversation, Xia Xiqing's other hand began to act restlessly, from the hem of Zhou Ziheng's black shirt to the texture of his skin. The kiss that should have been understateed also became sticky, and his lips left and put them on, boldly testing at the critical point of making the kissing sound.

"Hahaha, stimulating, I'll try it next time."

Zhou Ziheng's frown showed that he was obviously moved. Xia Xiqing let go of his lips nostalgic and stared at his eyes. The moment he raised his eyebrows silently simulated his mouth.

[Try it?]

"Try it? Who are you trying it?"

Being teased like this is already a thousand miles away from Zhou Ziheng's original intention. He hugged Xia Xiqing tightly with some anger, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his shirt and chest to his forearm against the belt of the work clothes. The kiss came too hard and too fast. Xia Xiqing finally stabilized his legs, but his upper body was too overwhelmed by him, and he bent backwards, almost losing balance.

"Oh, just grab one and bring it in. The little girls nowadays are very easy to catch..."

Halfway through the words, a loud bang suddenly came from the bathroom compartment, which scared both of them to turn back and the sound disappeared.

Xia Xiqing also had a little cold sweat. His hand that had just tried to hold the partition but had not controlled the strength was still pressed there.

"Damn it, I'm scared."

"What's gone? You just want to pick up girls with such courage. Girls should pick you up..."

The verbal battle ended. Zhou Ziheng, who was still unsatisfied, bit Xia Xiqing's lower lip, pulled it and let it go, and he also imitated his lip-syncing.

[Peep you up.]

It was another bang. The two of them didn't say much, and they took the zippers of their pants and slipped away without pulling them.

"Damn it, I'm damn."

Hearing the sound getting farther and farther away, Xia Xiqing, who had hammered the partition, was overjoyed and lay down beside Zhou Ziheng's ear and laughed, the more she laughed, the more she became.

"You scared them so much that they never dared to have sex in the bathroom for the restroom." Zhou Ziheng lowered his voice.

Xia Xiqing, who was lying on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, turned his face and blew a breath of heat in Zhou Ziheng's ears, "It's like you dare, a big star."

"Is there any benefit for you to provoke me?"

"Yes." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and carefully tidied Zhou Ziheng's shirt that had been messed up by him, stuffed the hem into his pants, and then pulled his belt buckle, "I'll get on you when you can't help it."

Zhou Ziheng smiled helplessly, "Why didn't you wait for me to get to you?"

Xia Xiqing curled his lips, and he said nothing wrong, "No, I'll just join you."

"When will you give up this idea?" Zhou Ziheng looked at his persistence and thought it was cute and funny.

"You must have dreams in life." Xia Xiqing was serious, "My dream this year is to complete the important mission of helping you open good luck."

"Then don't cry when you're disillusioned."

"I will cry with joy when I realize it."

"You'd better be." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed his cheek. Xia Xiqing deliberately performed a disgusting expression and raised his hand to wipe his face. When he lowered his head, he remembered the injuries on Zhou Ziheng's arm and went to grab his wrist. He found that the red marks on his arm had not yet subsided and he would probably bruise the next day.

"It doesn't hurt." Zhou Ziheng spoke first.

Xia Xi glanced at him, "Who cares if you hurts?" After saying that, he let go of his wrist, "I deserve it, I'll rush up."

"Yes, deserve it."

"You learn less from me."

"I really feel that I deserve it if I didn't learn from you." Zhou Ziheng hugged Xia Xiqing like a large dog, let go, grabbed his shoulder and stood up a little, and smiled, "Your outfit is very good today."

Xia Xiqing has almost accepted all kinds of praises for his appearance since he was a child, but there are not many people who say that they are as honest and sincere as Zhou Ziheng.

He suddenly became more concerned, although he seemed a little cautious.

"Is it better to be Zixi?" Xia Xiqing raised her face and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's ears with her hands.

Zhou Ziheng immediately frowned in confusion, "Why do you want to compete with him?" He just didn't understand, but was misunderstood by Xia Xiqing and his ear was pulled hard by him, "Wait... I mean he can't even be considered good-looking, don't there be many circles of that kind of appearance?"

Xia Xiqing really wanted to pretend to be cool, but he had his own ideas on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Then don't I have too many like this?"

Zhou Ziheng frowned and thought deeply, raised his hand to pinch Xia Xiqing's chin, put his face to the left, and then broke it to the right, then straightened it, and once again said that cold and nice remark.

“There is and only one.”

My heart trembled. Xia Xiqing lowered her head and licked her dry lips, and said three words in awkward tone, "Science Male."

"It's a pity that my hands that only know how to draw the diagram of stress cannot draw, otherwise I would like to draw you every day."
To be continued...