Perhaps he didn't expect Zhou Ziheng to ask this. Xia Xiqing's hands trembled slightly, and transparent wine spread a little on his legs, spreading a dark circle.

After hesitating for a moment, he drank the glass of wine and turned around to catch the corner of Zhou Ziheng's mouth.

"You're one step late."

Zhou Ziheng knew that he was escaping, and he did not have the courage to continue asking questions. No, it was better to say that he was afraid of seeing Xia Xiqing who said the answer.

Shang Sirui seemed not to hear Zhou Ziheng's soft question. He struggled on the verge of being half drunk and half awake, "Hey? Hey... next..." He reluctantly sat up and staggeredly turned the wine bottle.

"You are so persistent..." Zhou Ziheng shook his head helplessly. He was obviously drunk, but he was still thinking about the game.

It was also a pity, and the bottle mouth was once again aimed at Xia Xiqing.

"?g? It's Xiqing~" Shang Sirui pointed at Xia Xiqing and smiled foolishly.

The smile on Xia Xiqing's face was half gone. Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, he heard him whisper and said to him in a tone of similar warning, "No question is allowed."

Like a trapped beast that demarcates a safe area after being injured.

I have known him for so long, and this is the first time he has talked to him like this. Zhou Ziheng was like a thorn in his throat, and could only watch him tilt his head and drink a glass of strong wine, frowning.

Shang Sirui realized it later, "I, I haven't asked a question yet..."

"It's too late." Xia Xiqing smiled at him, "I've drunk all." The wine was too urgent, and the spicy breath choked. Xia Xiqing couldn't help coughing. Zhou Ziheng subconsciously reached out to take a photo, but Xia Xiqing sensitively avoided it.

He regretted his impulse just now.

Zhou Ziheng slowly withdrew his hand and said nothing.

Shang Sirui once again stubbornly sat up with the handrail of the sofa. As soon as he reached out to the wine bottle on the coffee table, before he could touch it, he fell on the coffee table and completely broke the piece.

"Hey, hey..." Zhou Ziheng patted Shang Sirui's hand, but the other party was still motionless, completely fainting.

"I'm really convinced." Zhou Ziheng stood up, dragged Shang Sirui to the bed, and covered it with a quilt. Shang Sirui stretched out one arm and muttered vaguely, "The legs hurt... I don't want to dance..."

The idol was also very pitiful. Zhou Ziheng sighed and heard Xia Xiqing's low and abnormal voice behind him.

"I'm back."

Xia Xiqing lowered her head, stood up with the armrest of the sofa, paused for a while, and walked out the door.

Sure enough, he stepped on his minefield. Zhou Ziheng also lowered his head and stood there without knowing what to do for a moment.

Let's wait until Xia Xiqing leaves before going back.

Originally planning this way, he suddenly heard a thud from the entrance to the door. Zhou Ziheng walked over quickly and found Xia Xiqing kneeling on the ground, holding the floor with his back to him, gasping for breath.

"Is it okay?" Zhou Ziheng hurried forward, grabbed Xia Xiqing's arm and placed it on his shoulder, trying to help him stand up, but Xia Xiqing had no strength at all, and her legs were trembling as if they were stepping on cotton.

Xia Xiqing didn't say a word. Zhou Ziheng struggled to raise him up, turned his face to look at him, and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were slightly narrowed, his ears were red, and large pieces of redness stained the side neck. He seemed to want to speak, half open his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled gently, but he couldn't make a sound.

This is completely different from the last time he was drunk. Zhou Ziheng worriedly gave him to Shang Sirui's room and brought his door with his feet. Fortunately, Xia Xiqing lived opposite him, saving a lot of trouble.

The vodka's stamina was even bigger than he thought. Zhou Ziheng had only drunk one cup, but he was dizzy but he was approaching. The lights in the corridor spread one aperture after another in front of his eyes, covering his sight. Xia Xiqing fell on him, and his whole body became hot.

He had to open the door for him. Zhou Ziheng asked Xia Xiqing to lean against the door panel and pressed his shoulder with his hand, but Xia Xiqing couldn't stand at all. Before Zhou Ziheng could reach his hand into his pants pocket, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and slid down the door, almost sitting on the ground. Zhou Ziheng sighed, picked him up helplessly, and one hand passed under his arm, facing him, holding his back, and putting the other hand into his pants pocket to fumble on the room card.

Xia Xiqing seemed to have a little consciousness, and he also reached into his pocket and held Zhou Ziheng's index finger.

"Hello……"

"Catch it." Xia Xiqing suddenly fell on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and smiled foolishly.

Zhou Ziheng was a little stunned. I wonder if it was caused by this person's abnormal heat, and his ears began to get hot quickly.

After finding the room card, he finally opened the door. He was afraid that Xia Xiqing would fall down after leaning against the door. Zhou Ziheng half-held him and kicked open the door with awkward posture, and then he brought this drunk guy into the room.

The hand that grabbed his index finger just now wrapped around his neck, and his fingers were so hot that it was so hot that it was tightly pressed against the skin around his neck and was unwilling to let go, trying to direct all the heat to the innocent him.

Zhou Ziheng struggled to get Xia Xiqing to the bed, preparing to treat him like a drunk Shang Sirui. But as soon as Xia Xiqing was put on the bed, she turned over and tried to go down.

"What are you doing?"

"Take...bath..." His voice changed, as if he was burned by strong wine, from a light cloud to a quicksand under the clear water.

Seeing him get up and fall to the ground again, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but get angry, "What kind of bath is it like this." He was about to pull him up, but he heard Xia Xiqing stubbornly whisper: "I'm going to wash..."

What kind of evil did he do? Zhou Ziheng helplessly picked up Xia Xiqing and took him to the bathroom. Xia Xiqing was like a seriously ill cat. She clinged to him and refused to let go, which made Zhou Ziheng feel a little upset.

"Wash." He put Xia Xiqing on the floor of the bathroom. Xia Xiqing tried hard to open his eyes, as if confirming that it was indeed the bathroom around him, and then began to take off his top. Alcohol numbed his limbs, making the simplest movements dull and clumsy. Zhou Ziheng stood aside and looked at his gray-blue top stuck on Xia Xiqing's head and couldn't take it off. He felt that he was pitiful and funny.

It turns out that cunning and ill-fated person also has such clumsy times.

Out of this unhealthy mentality, Zhou Ziheng squatted down, took off his top like taking care of a child, and threw it on the floor outside.

This was the first time he took off his clothes for others. Zhou Ziheng didn't dare to see him, they were all men.

Feeling that his body was cold, Xia Xiqing's eyelashes moved slowly. He lowered his head and looked at himself naked, then looked up at Zhou Ziheng, his eyes blurred and puzzled.

"Why are you... taking off my clothes..."

Is this person sick? Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes and was about to turn to the sky.

"You are here to play by yourself, I won't be with you anymore." She was about to get up, but was grabbed by Xia Xiqing. She couldn't stand up and sat on the ground instead.

"It's so cold..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with a grievance.

This man originally had the face of a weak and beautiful boy. He was cynical and unrestrained in his daily life, which also covered up his softness in appearance, but now he used this face to express his weakness to Zhou Ziheng.

There is no way to refuse, so it's better to surrender directly.

"I'm convinced you." Zhou Ziheng stretched his arms back and turned his head out of the bathroom, trying to get enough of the top he threw out just now. He asked while getting enough, "Why don't you take a shower?"

Before Xia Xiqing could reply, he suddenly felt something crawling into the hem of his clothes. When he turned around, he was startled. Xia Xiqing lifted his shirt and crawled in, and his two hot hands hugged his waist.

"Hey!" Zhou Ziheng held his waist and pulled him out, "Don't be drunk and crazy."

But Xia Xiqing just couldn't come out, and Zhou Ziheng could feel his hot cheeks pressing against his chest tightly, tying his originally unnatural heartbeat.

"It's so cold..." Xia Xiqing, who was holding his tightly and unwilling to let go, let out a muffled sigh on his chest.

Zhou Ziheng really has no tricks, so it is not a solution to continue like this. Who would have thought that Xia Xiqing would have so many tricks when she got drunk?

He originally wanted to pick up Xia Xiqing, but he just hugged his back like this, and there was no way to hug him horizontally. Zhou Ziheng could only cross his long legs on his waist like a child in this position, holding his back with one hand and fixing his thighs with the other.

Xia Xiqing became a koala that liked to get into his master's clothes. She was taken out of the bathroom by his master. She returned to the bed for the second time. As soon as Zhou Ziheng put it down, Xia Xiqing panicked. His eyes were spinning in front of him. He didn't even catch Zhou Ziheng, but he grabbed Zhou Ziheng's waist and grabbed him.

Zhou Ziheng was almost forced to death by him. He had no intention of leaving, but who knew that this guy pulled his pants when he came up and was about to take them off. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand in panic. Only then did Xia Xiqing feel that he was not leaving, and he got up and hugged his waist in a dizzy way.

"Don't leave..."

I was going to take a shower, I was afraid of the cold, and now I won't let anyone leave. The key is that Xia Xiqing hugged her waist, but she put her hands too badly, which made Zhou Ziheng's face red and white for a while, and her mind was messy. She simply sat on the bed, used some strength to grab his hand, and pulled Xia Xiqing away, "You can be sober."

Not to mention his brain, even his eyelids were heavy. He raised his eyes slowly, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyes filled with water vapor seemed to be looking at him, as if he was not looking at him. His lips, which were dyed red by alcohol like his ears, were stubbornly pursed. After a while, he let go.

The voice trembled.

"Can't you not leave... I don't want to be alone..." Xia Xiqing lowered his head, and it seemed that it was already difficult to speak, and every word emptied his strength.

Zhou Ziheng looked at him blankly, and in silence, he heard the sound of water droplets falling, one drop after another, fainting on the white quilt covering his legs, and the water stains spread and became gray.

"You, why are you crying?" Zhou Ziheng was suddenly panicked. He never thought that Xia Xiqing would cry no matter what. He reached out to hold Xia Xiqing's chin. The moment he raised it, he saw tears on his face. The water light was like a layer of soft and noble silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, covering his face.

The eyelashes were covered with tears that were so thin that they could not fall. The light shone like the debris of stars, shining under the light.

Xia Xiqing hugged Zhou Ziheng's neck and cried silently. For some reason, he didn't make any sound when he cried, but Zhou Ziheng felt that his shoulders were soaked in his tears. He couldn't help but reach out and hugged his back.

"Stop crying." Zhou Ziheng gently touched his raised spine, raised his hand and rubbed his back neck. He was the youngest child in the family and had never had any experience in comforting others. He could only comfort Xia Xiqing's emotions based on his feelings.

To be honest, he was so panicked that he had never seen Xia Xiqing like this before.

Xia Xiqing's tears still didn't stop. His voice was a nasal sound, soft and sticky, like a child.

"I don't want to stay here alone..." His hand tightly grabbed Zhou Ziheng's back, as if he had used all his strength, "It's so dark here... I'm afraid..."

Zhou Ziheng's heart was twisting and hurt, as if Xia Xiqing's hands were not holding the skin on his back, but his heart.

"Not dark, look, there is light here."

Xia Xiqingyue refused to look up and hugged him stubbornly, his tone was willful and sad, "No! There is no light here... no one... I'm dying... I'm locked up..." He suddenly began to breathe heavily, break free from Zhou Ziheng's arms, lowered his head and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's right hand, and pressed it randomly on his waist.

"It hurts so much here..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with his face raised, tears that could not be filled with red eyes.

For the first time in 20 years, Zhou Ziheng felt so sad. He looked at Xia Xiqing where he pressed his hand in panic, "Where does it hurt?"

When he moved his hand away, he finally found that there was a raised scar that was not long, but it looked very deep, and it looked abrupt and terrifying on his fair skin.

Xia Xiqing sucked in pain, with tears soaked in black hair on his cheeks and bright red lips. He looked like a gorgeous fish on the verge of death.

"Save me...I don't want to die..." He gasped desperately, "It's so blood...I want to take a shower...I don't want to go to the hospital..."

Zhou Ziheng regretted it very much. Why did he ask that question? If it weren't for his temporary curiosity, Xia Xiqing might not have recalled these things at all. He felt as if he had peeled off Xia Xiqing's scabs alive, but now he could only look at the wound with blood, but there was no way to remedy it.

"You won't die." Zhou Ziheng hugged him tightly in his arms, "I'm here, you're not alone."

"Mother……"

His voice was so weak that Zhou Ziheng even thought it was his own hallucination.

"Don't lock me up here...please..." Xia Xiqing begged for mercy intermittently, begging for mercy like a child who made a mistake.

"I'm very obedient... don't kill me, okay..."

Kill me...
To be continued...