He suddenly thought of the scar on his waist.

How could it be?!

Zhou Ziheng was already frightened by these few words. He could not imagine what Xia Xiqing had experienced as a child. He kept begging for mercy, explaining constantly, begging not to lock him up, saying he was cold, saying he was afraid, and saying he wanted to come out.

Zhou Ziheng had red eyes, hugged him tightly, and repeated the same words in his ears.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Until Xia Xiqing's tears finally dried up, he no longer had the strength to beg for mercy. He fell asleep in his arms as if he was dead.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly became scared.

In the past twenty years, he has never been as panicked as he is now. He even used his hands to explore Xia Xiqing's breath, confirming that he had really just fallen asleep, and that beating heart gradually returned to normal.

He just fell asleep.

He finally fell asleep.

Zhou Ziheng gently put him down on the bed, watching him curled up and sink into the softness of the white, but his hands still firmly grasped his hand. As long as Zhou Ziheng tried to pull it away, his brows frowned in his sleep.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing looked like a dying kitten. After a night, he might never wake up again.

Xia Xiqing still circled in his ears with a hoarse crying cry.

"Don't lock me up here alone."

Zhou Ziheng finally stayed and lay beside him. He could hardly close his eyes, just looked at Xia Xiqing curled up beside him, occasionally pushing his hair away with his hands.

My eyes, which had been crying for too long, swollen, and the upper eyelid, which was almost transparent, bulging slightly, revealing some blood vessels. His eyelashes turned out to be so long, longer than the actresses he had worked with before, and trembled gently in his dreams, just like him when he was crying, with an indelible sense of fragility.

The hand that pushed his hair away couldn't help but touched the ends of his eyelashes, which made him frown slightly, as if he was about to wake up, but he just drilled towards Zhou Ziheng.

The distance suddenly shortened, and his arms could almost touch Xia Xiqing's still hot skin.

Xia Xiqing, who was sinking into his dream again, raised his face slightly, as if he could breathe smoothly. His eyes couldn't help but fall on it, and the tip of his nose that had cried turned red, making the small mole even more pitiful. Zhou Ziheng's hand, which was still hanging, paused, and finally touched the tip of his nose with his index finger.

It was too light, like a dragonfly sifting through water, only his heart rippled. The waves of water rippled farther away, until the nerve endings, until his lips that could not help but lowered.

Finally, he kissed the tip of the cold nose, the small mole that caused him to attempt to do this countless times. He finally did this, when Xia Xiqing was unaware of it.

It was amazing. He seemed to have stolen this small mole and hid it in a secret corner of his left atrium. The satisfaction he had never experienced before. The pleasure mixed with pain can make people so fascinated.
Chapter completed!