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"Yes, I'm not worthy." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and took a step back.

"As an actor, I can't act more qualified in front of you. I want you to do it for me...but I can't even do an intimate move. I'm really not worthy of playing with you at my level."

He has no emotional experience and is just a blank piece of paper. When he meets an opponent like Xia Xiqing, he can only be controlled by him at will. But to be honest, even if he is controlled and merciless, he has no complaints and he is willing to do so.

Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists with both hands and let go, "Actually, I never thought about what methods to play with you, I just want to know too much..."

I really want to know what position I am in your heart. I really want to know if you may fall in love with me a little bit.

I really want to know... Have you discovered that I like you for a long time and kept thinking about when to get rid of me?

"...I'm sorry." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong today. I shouldn't refuse Song Nian. To be honest, doing this is quite a torture of myself." He took a deep breath, and the angry expression on his face disappeared without a trace. He smiled, "You are free, you can do whatever you want."

It’s just that my damn possessiveness is tortureting me, it’s not your fault.

His heart used to be a lush forest.

After falling in love with Xia Xiqing, the forest caught fire, with raging flames and thick smoke rolling. No matter how powerful the fire brigade was, he was helpless in the face of such a fire, and could only watch the flames spread until they were burned to death.

He thought he could stop in time, but found that there was no turning back at all.

Looking at the smile on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing's heart suddenly hurt. He actually didn't want to see Zhou Ziheng like this. He didn't even understand why he said such harsh words to arouse him. He seemed to have become a different person.

If it were any little lover who deliberately showed up in front of him, Xia Xiqing would at most walk away and end the relationship, and would not say a word. He also knew that Zhou Ziheng did not do anything substantial at all, and he didn't even touch Song Nian.

He is just testing.

When he found that Zhou Ziheng was testing him, he felt more fear than anger.

The fear of being seen clearly triggers the self-protection mechanism, forcing him to overreact.

Xia Xiqing tried to speak, but it was extremely difficult, "I..."

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ziheng did not wait for Xia Xiqing's words. His heart was thrown high with his every move and fell heavily.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to forgive me now." Zhou Ziheng didn't even dare to touch Xia Xiqing. At first, it was for the performance, but now it was because of guilt, afraid that Xia Xiqing would resist more fiercely. "I'm sorry, don't be angry, I just felt that you were a little...."

uncomfortable.

Before these three words were said, Xia Xiqing, who was leaning against the dryer, almost stopped. He held the sink with his hand before he could hold it. Zhou Ziheng's heart skipped a beat and lifted it up. He didn't care about anything and hugged Xia Xiqing directly in his arms. Xia Xiqing used all his strength to push him, but he couldn't push it away at all.

Only then did Zhou Ziheng feel the abnormal heat coming from his body. He let go of his arms and reached out to explore Xia Xiqing's forehead. He avoided it. Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to support his neck and press his forehead against him.

"I'll be seen by someone later..."

"See it when you see it." Zhou Ziheng was so anxious that he almost got angry at him. He quickly suppressed his emotions and softened his voice. "At worst, I can make a headline of gossip, as long as you don't care."

Anyway, I don't care.

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything or struggle. Zhou Ziheng sniffed and took his forehead away, "You have a fever, let's go back to the hotel."

"I am a man, and having a cold or fever is not a serious illness. They are still in the private room. I just need to call Xiaoxiao."

Zhou Ziheng just pretended that he hadn't heard this and continued to say to himself, "Can you still walk? Forget it, don't leave. I'll carry you." As he said that, he half-squatted in front of Xia Xiqing, "Come up, let's go back."

He thought again that sick people are very vulnerable and he shouldn't have such a tough attitude. So he turned around and looked up at Xia Xiqing with his face, "Come on."

Xia Xiqing's nose was sour. Why did this person repeatedly endure his harshness and absurdity? The more he did this, the more he felt he was hateful and sad. He deliberately made Zhou Ziheng jealous more than once, making Zhou Ziheng lose the calmness and self-control he deserved. Zhou Ziheng just wanted to know what he was thinking, so he tortured him like this.

He bent down and hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, compromised with him and himself. Zhou Ziheng's arms wrapped around him firmly hugged his thighs and carried him on his back.

Xia Xiqing buried his head on Zhou Ziheng's side neck.

That song was indeed sung for myself.

You can't let him be spoiled, don't rely on him.

It's easy to say. Xia Xiqing has never received so much love from anyone, so much that he has been thinking about what if one day Zhou Ziheng doesn't want him anymore.

If it were before, he could live freely as if nothing had happened, because he had never been loved.

But now, he has clearly been loved, so how can he pretend that he has never been given before?

How can we lose it calmly?

"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you even when you were sick." Zhou Ziheng carried him into the elevator, "I really..."

"You don't have to take care of me in this relationship."

The words "not qualified" may be more appropriate. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said with a smile, "Who said it is not necessary? Even if you are a friend, it is appropriate to take care of him when you are sick. No matter how bad it is, we are colleagues now..."

Xia Xiqing's whole body was so painful. He was obviously forced to say these words, but he didn't know why, but he felt so uncomfortable.

He carried it downstairs all the way. This time they were originally from an ordinary car. Zhou Ziheng took the key himself, put Xia Xiqing in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and brought a thermos cup from the back seat and unscrewed the lid and handed it to him, "Drink some hot water." Zhou Ziheng sat in the driver's seat, reached out and touched Xia Xiqing's forehead, "You are sweating coldly." He took a small blanket from the back seat and covered Xia Xiqing's body, and closed the window for him.

The blanket looked very familiar. Xia Xiqing took a sip of hot water and his memory was turned back in the misty mist.

It turned out that when he was sleeping in the dressing room in the afternoon, it was a blanket covered by Zhou Ziheng.

The hotel is not far from KTV, and it is a ten-minute drive away. On the way, Zhou Ziheng called Director Kun and told them to send Xia Xiqing back to rest. The phone was hung up, and it happened to be a red light. The car slowly braked and was waiting at the intersection.

"sorry."

Xia Xiqing suddenly apologized, Zhou Ziheng was stunned and turned his head suddenly to look at him.

"I..." Xia Xiqing's hand clutched the wall of the cup tightly and pursed her lips, "I know how hurtful what I do."

Zhou Ziheng never thought that Xia Xiqing would feel guilty towards him, "No, this is all fine. Since I said that I can bear it, I will definitely do it, otherwise I will not say it." He stepped on the accelerator with a traffic light, "And I picked it up first, after all, I was responsible for it."

Xia Xiqing lowered his eyebrows and eyes. If they broke up today, he might feel better. But Zhou Ziheng compromised like this and made him sad.

He was burning in a daze all the way, and his perception became blurry. It was not until Zhou Ziheng put him on the bed that he woke up a little. He watched Zhou Ziheng cover him with a quilt, and the corners of each quilt were tucked firmly and airtightly.

"You have drunk wine, and you can't take medicine at will now." He took out the thermometer from his medicine box, threw it twice and put it into the quilt, "It may be a little ice." Seeing Xia Xiqing frowning from the ice of the thermometer, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly became soft and he just wanted to hold him and not let go.

When he took his temperature, he went to make a basin of cold water, soaked his towel and wrung it out, folded it and placed it on Xia Xiqing's forehead.

"It should be cured." Xia Xiqing took out the thermometer himself, and Zhou Ziheng took it and saw a lot of heart hanging down. "It's good, 37.7 degrees, low fever, low fever." He murmured to himself while putting the thermometer on the table, "Otherwise, it wouldn't work without taking medicine."

Xia Xiqing felt even more uncomfortable when she saw him busy like a headless fly.

"I was often sick when I was a child." After saying the opening remark, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart. Can colds and fever really be regarded as an excuse for fragility?

But Zhou Ziheng just held his hand, knelt on the edge of the bed, looking at him softly, making him unable to bear to say so.

"Once one time, people were so hot that they couldn't speak, but they were still being taken to an art banquet because my mother promised others to take me to attend." Every time Xia Xiqing talked about the past, his eyes would unconsciously hang down, as if he was closing a door, afraid of being seen by others. "I was actually very uncomfortable. Don't the bones on my body hurt when I had a fever, so I cried. My mother would coax me at the beginning and told me to take me to see a doctor as soon as I finished. I still kept crying. Everyone looked at me. She felt that I didn't give her face and felt that I was embarrassed."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, trembling on Zhou Ziheng's heart. Zhou Ziheng gently kissed Xia Xiqing's back of his hand, and rubbed his thumb gently, "How old were you at that time?"

Xia Xiqing sucked his nose, "I can't remember it, maybe I went to kindergarten? Elementary school? It's pretty young anyway." He looked up at the ceiling with his face and chuckled, "Since then, I've never told anyone else when I'm sick, and I won't cause trouble for others. As long as I can't die, it doesn't matter."

The way he said this was exactly the same as Jiang Tong in the script.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, and Xia Xiqing immediately turned his face toward the other side. He didn't mind, but just held his hand tighter.

"If you are sick, you should be taken care of." He took off the towel on Xia Xiqing's forehead, soaked it in cold water, wrung it out and placed it gently on his forehead, "It's not you who is wrong, it's your parents."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. He felt that he was too willful. The sharpest thorn pierced into a ball of soft flesh. He did not retreat, but instead he endured the pain and wrapped his thorn with softness.

Finally, the thorns and soft flesh grow together, and cannot be pulled out or cut off.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up. He only felt a pair of hands holding his hands tightly, and never let them go until he sank into the warm dream pool.

In the middle of the night, Xia Xiqing woke up from the heat. When she opened her eyes, she found that Zhou Ziheng was hugging him tightly through the quilt, probably kicking him in the quilt and catching a cold, and hugging him tightly.

Xia Xiqing moved a little, and Zhou Ziheng had not even opened his eyes, and his hands were already fumbled to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, and then leaned against his forehead, muttering in a daze, "Get back, go back..."

His hand gently patted Xia Xiqing's back, like an inertial movement.

"good……"

Soon, the movements in his hands gradually slowed down and finally returned to calm.

When he finally fell into his dream, Xia Xiqing dared to look at his face without warning. Tears flowed down without warning. He hugged Zhou Ziheng tightly and cried silently in his arms.

Why make yourself feel the feeling of being loved?

This prescription prescribed by Zhou Ziheng is no different from poison.

At five o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ziheng was woken up by an alarm clock. The amount of time he slept intermittently was only two or three hours, but there was still a scene to shoot in the morning, so there was no way.

Xia Xiqing was still asleep after the fever subsided. Zhou Ziheng sat by the bed and stared at him for a long time, and finally quietly printed a kiss on the tip of his nose, and then he was willing to leave.

When he woke up, Xia Xiqing felt much more comfortable all over. He felt a little dazed when he first recovered from a serious illness. He looked at Xiaoxiao busy in the room and helped him open the lid of the lean meat porridge with skin and eggs. "This is still a bit hot. If you cool down for a while, it will burn your throat." Xiaoxiao complained to him, "I'm afraid you'll get sick, but I still get sick. Ziheng said that if you get up, you'll take you to the doctor and get medicine."

“…he’s gone?”

"The show at five o'clock in the morning." Xiaoxiao opened the suitcase from Xia Xiqing's room, "What are you wearing? I'll take it out for you."

"Everything is OK." Xia Xiqing sat up from the bed, his heart was empty. He knew that Zhou Ziheng was going to film, but he still felt sad if he couldn't see him.

When did I become like this?

Worry about gains and losses.

The next week, both of them maintained the previous relationship. Song Nian would still come to Zhou Ziheng enthusiastically, but he refused them both. She didn't have many scenes, and at best she was a failed first love for Gao Kun.

The day she finished filming happened to be a crying scene by Zhou Ziheng, and it was also his only crying scene in the entire script.

That was Gao Kun confessing to Lingling that he had contracted the disease.

This section of the director used a close-up shot of handheld to capture the expression on Gao Kun's face.
To be continued...