Zhou Ziheng, who was hugged, was stunned on the spot.

What's going on? How did he hug himself?

"Hey... be a little more awake..." Zhou Ziheng tried hard to free up his hand and pushed Xia Xiqing.

It would be fine if he didn't push it. When Xia Xiqing, who was buried on his neck, suddenly let out a breath. The warm gas mixed with the aroma of red wine climbed along Zhou Ziheng's side neck to his ears, ignited a flame, and his whole body suddenly became burned.

Zhou Ziheng woke up in an instant, and the alarm sounded from the corners of his mind that were hidden in his mind.

"Hello!"

He quickly broke free from Xia Xiqing's arms, and he didn't bother to tie his seat belt and started the car directly, and drove to the hotel in a dizzy manner.

Although he had not drunk alcohol, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was completely unconscious and his mind was full of hallucinations, just like in that underground passage. This feeling was strange and powerful, and almost occupied Zhou Ziheng's senses in an aggressive manner, so he could not object.

Before getting off the car, Zhou Ziheng put on a hat. The panic had not completely disappeared, which made him forget to wear a mask, so he just held Xia Xiqing into the hotel.

Fortunately, Jiang Yin had said something before and told him that Xia Xiqing's hotel was arranged at a nearby family, otherwise Zhou Ziheng would not know where Xia Xiqing lives.

It was already two or three in the morning, and there were not many staff members in the hotel lobby, but an enthusiastic boy came up and helped Zhou Ziheng help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in disgust and let the staff support Xia Xiqing.

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became quiet.

The staff looked at Zhou Ziheng several times, and Zhou Ziheng remembered that he was not wearing a mask.

Ah... I've been recognized.

Are you a fan? You've been watching yourself.

"That..." The staff spoke with a little embarrassedly, "Sir..."

Zhou Ziheng showed a professional smile at him, "Sorry, you can go up first if you take a photo and sign something..."

"No...sir, that's right," the staff helped Xia Xiqing, who was about to slide down, coughed awkwardly, and explained with apologetic look, "The elevators here need to be swiped before they can be used. Can you please take out the room card and swipe the elevator?"

Zhou Ziheng wished the elevator would explode directly at this moment.

I thought it would be embarrassing to mistake others for their fans, but I didn't expect that there would be even more embarrassing waiting for him.

He searched all over Xia Xiqing, but couldn't find his room card.

"Well... my friend's room card doesn't seem to be with him..." Zhou Ziheng's scalp was numb, and on the surface he still maintained the calm that a well-known actor should have, "Then what, otherwise I'll open another room now."

Zhou Ziheng has almost been smooth sailing over the past twenty years. Since he met Xia Xiqing, everything seems to be wrong and he has been thrown to his grandma's house.

The young lady at the front desk was much more enthusiastic than the male staff, and her eyes seemed to be nailed to Zhou Ziheng, "Hello, is there anything I can help you?"

"Is there any free room?" Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing another girl on duty taking out her cell phone and taking photos secretly, she had to pull her collar and quietly cover half of her face.

"How many rooms do I need to open?" The front desk lady showed a sweet smile at Zhou Ziheng.

Zhou Ziheng looked back at Xia Xiqing who was helped to the sofa in the hall by the staff.

Take him to your room and go back to your hotel, it's not far anyway.

Zhou Ziheng turned his head and said to the front desk lady, "Let's have a room."

The front desk lady looked down and checked the system, "Okay, we only have a luxury big bed room left here. Can you see?"

"Yes." He slept by himself anyway.

The hotel guy just now helped Zhou Ziheng help Xia Xiqing into the elevator. This time, Zhou Ziheng has gained a memory and swiped the room card as soon as he got up. Although Xia Xiqing looks very thin, she is still a man of about 1.8 meters. Zhou Ziheng and the hotel guy took a lot of effort to help him into the room.

It was indeed a luxury big bed room, completely kingsize. Zhou Ziheng looked at the decoration of this room and couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart. But he turned around and smiled at the hotel guy, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." The young man didn't know if he was tired or what was wrong, his face was red, "No, no, no."

Zhou Ziheng smiled dryly, and saw that the young man had no intention of leaving. He waited for a long time before speaking, "Then you..."

Then the young man expressed his real demand, "Ah, I, I actually like you very much. I mean I have seen many of your scenes. Ziheng, can you sign me with a name?" As he said that, he took out a black marker from somewhere, held it with both hands and handed it to Zhou Ziheng carefully, then took off the hotel work clothes coat and exposed a T-shirt, and happily turned over, "Can you sign behind the sign?"

Yes, this T-shirt is the same as Zhou Ziheng Airport.

Zhou Ziheng is really embarrassed. If this person is not his fan, that thing happened just now would be fine. Anyway, he will be forgotten in two days, but this person is actually his fan!

It's so embarrassing, it's embarrassing to his fans.

Zhou Ziheng held the pen in disappointment, with a professional smirk on his face and signed the boy, "Thank you for your support."

The young man was so happy that he took the pen and walked backwards, "Ziheng, you have to cheer up, I will always support you." He retreated to the door and was still muttering in a low voice, "Be careful, it's going to change the weather recently, come on."

"..." Zhou Ziheng walked to the door and wanted to close the door for this little fan who was reluctant to leave. He even smiled and said to him, "Don't put what happened today on Weibo."

"Yeah! Goodbye Ziheng!"

The world has finally become quiet.

After he got this, Zhou Ziheng almost forgot that there was a real big trouble lying on the bed. He thought about whether he should have a fortune-telling master recently, and felt that everything was particularly unsuccessful. Standing by the bed, he looked at Xia Xiqing who was asleep, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he should help him wipe his face or something, but he had never taken care of others, and he was really not used to it and was not good at it.

As soon as I was struggling, I felt that there was no place to put my hands, so I pulled up and down by pulling the zipper of my coat.

Forget it, send the Buddha to the West.

Zhou Ziheng walked to the bathroom, wet the towel and wiped Xia Xiqing's face randomly. This person's skin was so good, much better than many female stars who had played in the show before, which made Zhou Ziheng involuntarily take action lighter.

My fingers gently rubbed the bridge of my nose through the bridge of my nose and paused. The small mole on the tip of my nose looked like a small sesame seed, which was tapped on the tip of my nose, making me look so well-behaved.

Be good? Forget it, Xia Xiqing has nothing to do with this word. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting beside the bed, stood up, put the towel back in the bathroom, walked back to cover Xia Xiqing with a quilt, and prepared to leave the hotel room.

I just raised my foot and was about to leave, but my wrist was dragged.

When I turned around, I found that Xia Xiqing was in a daze and was still muttering something in her mouth, but I couldn't hear what she was saying.

It seemed to be telling him not to leave.

His hands were so hot. Zhou Ziheng turned around and pinched Xia Xiqing's palm, and found that it was really hot. Xia Xiqing was wearing a thin white shirt one day today. After drinking wine at night, it was blowing the wind, so it must have caught a cold.

To be honest, if Xia Xiqing was not lying in bed with a fever and drunken person at this time, Zhou Ziheng would definitely stay and take care of him without hesitation.

But it was Xia Xiqing, who he avoided, and Xiao Zhou, who had a strong sense of morality, who began to hesitate.

Xia Xiqing muttered again, frowned slightly, and curled up his whole body, still holding Zhou Ziheng's hand firmly.

A little soft-hearted.

No, don't be soft-hearted!

Anyway, it doesn't look like a high fever for just one night. A big man shouldn't have been burned to death. He has done his best.

Having made an excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng cruelly pried open Xia Xiqing's hand, opened the door without any delay, and walked out.

Xia Xiqing almost got angry to death.

He had all said this, and he almost pressed it down and kissed it with alcohol. Why can't this wooden head open its mind? Could it be that he is really a straight man? He opened his eyes in annoyance and stared at the ceiling.

He obviously brought it to him and wiped his face and covered himself with a quilt, but he left like that?

Are you a healthy adult...

Just as he was cursing Zhou Ziheng in his heart, he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pulled open, so he quickly closed his eyes.

Not leaving again? Xia Xiqing was wondering in his heart, what happened to this child is always going around.

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to leave, he really wanted to leave, but the key was that he discovered something important as soon as he went out - he touched for a long time but couldn't find the room card of his hotel. So, Zhou Ziheng, who was about to close Xia Xiqing's door, could only turn back in disappointment, thinking that he had fallen into this room.

"Where did you go? You shouldn't have brought it..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself in a low voice while searching for it.

Xia Xiqing was very happy. It was amazing. God helped him to pick up a man.

After searching for a whole circle, Zhou Ziheng couldn't find his room card. He thought that he must have not brought it at all, so he could only sit on the sofa, looking at Xia Xiqing who was lying motionless on the bed. He struggled for a long time, but finally gave up the idea of ​​returning to the hotel. He patted the sofa, which was still soft.

I can make do with it for a night. Anyway, I have experienced the difficult environment in filming before, let alone Xia Xiqing still had a fever. If it really burned to death, who is responsible?

After thinking a lot of things, Zhou Ziheng sighed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he walked to the bed and looked at Xia Xiqing who was wrapped in the quilt by him. His face was half-covered by his hair, and he felt an inexplicable sense of fragility.

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, but for some reason, his hand was suspended in the air and stopped again.

The shadow of the hand fell on his side, and the scattered hair merged in the dark tones, darkened, and withdrew it little by little with the retracted hand.

It probably won't be so good, so let's go to bed.

Zhou Ziheng left the bedside, and just put his hand on the switch of the lamp, he thought of Xia Xiqing's appearance in the darkness. He paused, and finally turned off the ceiling light on the ceiling, leaving a lamp at the head of the bed.

After glanced at Xia Xiqing who was curled up with his back to him, Zhou Ziheng walked to the sofa with light steps. He was so tired that he had been recording the whole night of the show. He fell asleep not long after he lay on the sofa.

Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had been lying down. From the moment Zhou Ziheng lay down, he had not closed his eyes, his expression was as calm as the sea under the moonlit night.

Behind him was the lamp left by Zhou Ziheng for him. The warm yellow light seemed to penetrate the thick quilt and hit his butterfly bones directly.

Plans are always just plans.

He originally planned to take Zhou Ziheng into the trap today. Even if he didn't do it to the end, he would have to do something. Anyway, he was all men, so he really didn't believe that he couldn't afford to flirt with Zhou Ziheng's popularity. The young man in his twenties could not withstand the teasing.

This was indeed the plan.

But when Zhou Ziheng left the light for him, the thoughts piled up in his chest were like a smoke, fog, and bomb, and then the smoke disappeared. Some unexplained emotions replaced those desires and were blocked again in the heart.

It's uncomfortable.

Xia Xiqing hated this feeling, and he hated all the feelings that made him look vulnerable.

After tossing and turning, Xia Xiqing couldn't sleep anymore, so she lifted the quilt and got off the bed and walked to the side of the sofa. Zhou Ziheng was too tall and he was lying awkwardly on the sofa, without covering him with a quilt.

Like a large dog living under someone's roof.
To be continued...