Xia Xiqing felt that she had a dream.

Dreamland is a black silkworm pupa, the sticky silk threads tightly wrap around his body, forcing him to experience those terrible things again, like a replayed horror movie, every shot is engraved into the bones.

Xia Xiqing was afraid that he would reveal his cowardly and pitiful side unconsciously, so he never slept with others, nor did he never let himself get drunk to the point of being unconscious. But last night's alcohol content was too high and his stamina was also very strong. No matter how good the alcohol capacity was, he could not withstand one cup after another.

Before he opened his eyes, Xia Xiqing felt his temples pounding, making his brain dizzy.

No, why does he feel... who is holding him in his arms?

He opened his eyes with difficulty and blinked twice. The slow-responsive perceptual nerve finally confirmed the environment he was in. He was indeed held in his arms, and that person was Zhou Ziheng whom he had coveted for a long time.

What's the situation? He won't be drunk and let Zhou Ziheng sleep.

Another protagonist in the brainstorm seemed to feel the person in his arms moving. He was still immersed in his dream and stretched out his other hand before he even opened his eyes. He turned around and turned from lying flat to lying on his side. He wrapped Xia Xiqing's entire chest, pressed his chin against Xia Xiqing's head, and his palms were whispering, as if he was petting a cat, and muttering, "Don't be afraid..."

"I'm afraid of being fur." ​​Xia Xiqing, who was so hung up by Zhou Ziheng that he couldn't breathe, bit Zhou Ziheng's shoulder hard, and woke him up from his sleep.

"Hiss..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and stretched out his hand to cover his shoulders, looked at Xia Xiqing with half-squinted eyes, and was stunned for a long time, "What are you doing..."

"What are you doing?" Xia Xiqing lifted the quilt open, revealing her naked upper body, "What have you done to me?"

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, "I didn't do anything..." His mind was confused, but he suddenly felt his calves being rubbed from bottom to top by his toes. He subconsciously shuddered and looked at Xia Xiqing's smiling face.

He reached out and pinched Zhou Ziheng's chin, "Then why are you hugging me?"

Zhou Ziheng finally recovered. He felt that he was about to be driven crazy by the person in front of him. Is this the Xia Xiqing who cried all night last night?

He grabbed the quilt and covered his head, refused to answer in a self-deprecating manner, turned his back on his body and closed his eyes and pretended that he could not hear anything.

The person who got drunk last night was not himself... Those were all dreams, no, maybe they were dreams now. That's right, just wake up, wake up quickly.

"Why do you carry it over if I ask you?" Xia Xiqing couldn't move Zhou Ziheng, so she simply got up and sat on him, and used her hands to cross Zhou Ziheng's face, "Tell me, what happened last night."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to open his eyes.

He suddenly thought of Xia Xiqing who woke up on the plane, and asked himself with such a defensive look on his face. This was probably his way of self-defense. If he told Xia Xiqing what happened last night, perhaps he would never want to see him again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. He who never wanted to lie also broke the precepts for this, slowly opened his eyes, and made up a reasonable passage with sincerity, "Nothing happened. You were drunk, I helped you back. I was tired and sleepy, so I slept here."

Xia Xiqing's extremely shrewd eyes were full of suspicion. Despite this, Zhou Ziheng stared at him fearlessly, staring at the still red eyes. After all, he was an actor, and he still had this psychological quality.

"Nothing really happened?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers against Zhou Ziheng's lower lip. "Am I too uncharming? No good thing like losing morality after drinking has happened?"

Everyone was crying like that, who dared to attack you? Zhou Ziheng complained in his heart, but he didn't have that strange habit.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt a little embarrassed, so he turned his head and said, "I have to sleep for a while, you can get off me."

Looking at Zhou Ziheng's face full of sleepy and lack of interest, Xia Xiqing's bad genes began to cause trouble again, "If you ask me to come down, I'll get down." He simply lay on Zhou Ziheng's body, his soft lips pressed against Zhou Ziheng's ears, holding heat, and whispered in his ear with a hoarse voice after crying, "Oh, I'm still sleeping..."

Such a sticky scene and this teasing tone are completely the intimate whispers of lovers in the early morning.

Forget it, Xia Xiqing was fine, but fortunately, he moved his knees gently through the quilt, and his dry lips were down along Zhou Ziheng's neat jawline. For some reason, this movement made him feel satisfied and felt a stimulating feeling of licking honey from the blade.

"Don't rub..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and reached out his hand from the quilt to grab his restless knee. However, Xia Xiqing discovered the amazing secret and deliberately lowered his voice to remind him "good intentions", "Your neck is red."

Zhou Ziheng was extremely angry. Xia Xiqing now and Xia Xiqing last night were completely different. All the sympathy aroused by him at night has been burned into a fire, either devouring himself or devouring him. Xia Xiqing, who was pressed down on his knees and teased him endlessly, finally slapped his patience. Zhou Ziheng suddenly lifted him off himself. Xia Xiqing, who had drunk so much wine and had not fully recovered, had no strength to deal with him, and was overwhelmed by Zhou Ziheng so irresistible.

"I told you not to move."

Even though he knew that Zhou Ziheng was angry, Xia Xiqing still didn't know how to live or die. Perhaps in his eyes, anger always brought out the strongest hormones, which made him very excited. His half-bent knees gently swayed left and right, and the arc of Xia Xiqing's chin raised the most beautiful neckline, and he whispered softly, "Kiss me, I won't move." After that, he raised his eyebrows again, as bad as if he had changed someone in an instant, "Otherwise I'll let you break your son and grandson."

"Kiss..."

Xia Xiqing deliberately softened his tone, and the words he said were like a killer weapon and hit the heart, "Please..."

I don’t know if it was because he was unconscious after drinking, but he gradually overlapped with Xia Xiqing who was holding him firmly last night and begging him not to leave. The water vapor in his eyes seemed to be the alcohol that had not evaporated last night. Looking straight at him for a few seconds, he began to spin and get unconscious.

He obviously doesn't want to be seduced by him.

But I have to return the things I stole last night to him.

Finding the worst excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and gently kissed it, as if it was not his lips, but the most fragile rose in the world.

The dragonfly skims the water and can't bear to stay.

When he left, Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and found that Xia Xiqing was full of surprise. His hands had dark pupils a little dispersed. Even his lips that had just been kissed by him were unconsciously opened, and his heart paused for a moment.

He never thought that Zhou Ziheng would really kiss him, but he just deliberately seduced him out of prank as before. But Zhou Ziheng actually kissed him.

The distance was so close, and the sudden silence made the atmosphere cramped in an instant. Zhou Ziheng regretted it so much that he wanted to disappear into the world now, but he did everything, and he never thought that Xia Xiqing would react like this.

"Can you kiss again?" Xia Xiqing remained stunned and said something inexplicably.

Zhou Ziheng thought he had heard it wrong and frowned in confusion, "What did you say?"

"Kiss it a little longer." Xia Xiqing's eyes finally focused, bright, "Just make a moment, I promise this time." He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ziheng's neck, his face full of sincerity.

What a man. Zhou Ziheng's eyebrows were furrowing, and his heart was even more furious.

Actually, he wanted to kiss again, but...

But.

No, but, he accepted his fate, and he couldn't resist the temptation. Zhou Ziheng gave up and quickly lowered his head and pressed it on Xia Xiqing's mouth. As soon as it touched it, he pressed the back of his head tightly. The poor little dragonfly originally wanted to rub the tip of his wings against the water surface, and he didn't intend to bring up the ripples, so he rubbed it.

Who would have thought that he would be dragged into the water and drowned half forcibly.

Xia Xiqing bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip and rushed in when he opened his lips without authorization due to pain, stirring the softest and wet part. For some reason, at the moment when Zhou Ziheng was willing to kiss him, a strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind - he was tightly hugged by Zhou Ziheng, and his arms were the tenderness he had never felt in his life, the tenderness that could make people willing to die in it.

This must be a dream, no matter how bad it is, just treat it as a dream. He is like a thirsty beast, trying his best to draw the nutrients he needs from him. The battle between lips and teeth was originally the most convenient part of his work, but at this moment he became abnormal due to excessive desires and could only follow his instinct to lick and bite and entangle. What surprised him was that Zhou Ziheng had not resisted yet.

How could he know that Zhou Ziheng had been hovering at the critical point for too long. The resistance and reason that had remained in one breath was completely destroyed last night. He didn't know if he gave up his avoidance of Xia Xiqing because of sympathy. Perhaps sympathy was just his excuse.

Everything is an excuse to hide your heart.

Xia Xiqing's hands slowly moved down, stroking Zhou Ziheng's back neck in a fierce kiss, and then down to his shoulder blades that protruded from his arms. These hands were like brushes, carefully depicting the lines he thought were the most perfect. Until he could no longer bear the urge to embrace this body, he pressed his smooth chest against his broad and warm chest.

The hug made Zhou Ziheng feel a desire to protect Xia Xiqing. After accidentally breaking through his weakness, this desire to protect him was almost a violent conditioned reflex. He couldn't help but hug Xia Xiqing and fell to the bed sideways. The knee that he had teased before rubbed again, and squeezed into Zhou Ziheng's legs in a tight kiss.

Zhou Ziheng frowned suddenly and reached out to take his legs away, but Xia Xiqing tightened his legs tighter and the gasping sound almost leaked from his lips. Xia Xiqing has never been a shy person, and he is an absolute hedonist in dealing with desires, not to mention that he is facing Zhou Ziheng who has coveted for so long.

At the inappropriate time, the end of the spirit awakening was filled with flames buried deep in the dark. Moreover, Xia Xiqing's behavior never leaves room for anything, and the endless rushing Yan Xin was unable to extinguish the endless rush. Zhou Ziheng could only push his tongue hard, pinching Xia Xiqing's neck and forcing him to raise his chin. He opened his eyes while licking and kissing. Seeing Xia Xiqing's eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly as last night.

Suddenly there was a malice.

Will he cry, at this time.

Xia Xiqing knew nothing about his bad thoughts, but felt that his mind was about to be caught. His whole body was soaked with sweat from oozing out, and his hair was wrapped around his face. He bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip again, with the force as light as seduction. Then he let go, licked Zhou Ziheng's deep eyes and touched Zhou Ziheng's ears. The tip of his tongue drew the lines of his ears. His voice was burned with ambiguous colors by the wet and hot breath, which was inaudible and loud.

The concern was that there was little left after the collision of flesh and blood. The heat rose to the critical point, and the breath continued and interrupted fermented into an ambiguous rhythm. Xia Xiqing kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin with an anxious heart, which was too obvious and so obvious that it could not be rejected. What kind of morality, reserve and integrity were torn to pieces by the person in front of him at this moment.

The palms of the two people were wrapped with waves and flames. The fierce friction eliminated their reason, evaporated sweat, and burned their thirst. Even a passionate kiss could not save anyone, and they could only wait to be creted into embers by the prairie fire.

The most intimate war was lost when it ended.

Xia Xiqing's chest was soaked all over, and the pleasure of pulling the angel into hell was ecstatic.

I didn't feel embarrassed when I did it, but as soon as Zhou Ziheng's shame ended, he immediately returned to work. His ears were hot, and his scalp became numb when he thought of the mischief they had done just now. Xia Xiqing's eyes were lazy, which made people feel even more embarrassed. Zhou Ziheng simply covered his eyes with his palm, but was afraid that he would feel too dark, so he had to cover it with a few centimeters, his tone was very awkward, "Don't look at me."

"You're embarrassed." Xia Xiqing moved to him, drilled up again, and kissed his palm. For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt satisfied like this, and she could only taste some sweetness.

He reached out and polished his neck with his fingertips, "Did you feel the calluses on my hand just now? Are you feeling it?" He leaned into Zhou Ziheng's ear, "There are all the calluses that were ground when you painted you, and I'll give them to you now..."

These love words on the bed made Zhou Ziheng's heart beat wildly and his face was so hot that it was burning. "Shut up..."

"Please don't let me shut up in the future, just kiss me directly." After saying that, Xia Xiqing tangled him again and kissed him. The tip of his tongue was entangled. Until the last little strength was also swept away, Xia Xiqing fell down and looked at Zhou Ziheng on his side.

He felt that he was less successful than he lived, and he felt so happy after tasting such a little sweetness.

Zhou Ziheng is simply his stimulant. He picked a little bit of his nail tip and took his life.

Zhou Ziheng was still embarrassed after the kiss. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, pretending to be sleepy, "I want to sleep for a while."

"I don't know why, my eyes hurt so much." Xia Xiqing looked at the ceiling in an open air and spoke in a calm tone. Zhou Ziheng's heart twitched, as if he was stabbed by an invisible needle. Hearing Xia Xiqing muttered to himself, "Maybe he was drinking too hard and his head hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing was pulled into his arms by Zhou Ziheng. He was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing? I'm scared."

Zhou Ziheng's arm wrapped around his back, his chin against his head, and his voice softly, "I want to hold you to sleep, can I?"

"No, don't treat me as a woman. I'm not the young lady in your heart." Xia Xiqing tried to push him away, but instead he hugged him tighter.

"I don't think so, and I don't like her anymore."

"If you don't like it, don't like it?" Xia Xiqing smiled, "I thought people like you would be more affectionate."

"People like me..." Zhou Ziheng laughed mockingly. He originally thought so, so he was so despised and so guilty when he found out that he was moved. It was not good for anyone to like, but he just liked someone who had seen through his bad nature from the beginning and knew that it was impossible from the beginning.

"Maybe I don't like her either, I just want to see her again."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. The legendary Bai Yueguang had nothing to do with him. He didn't expect to occupy any position in Zhou Ziheng's heart. The drama of Red and White Rose is extremely vulgar. It has nothing to do with him if he likes it or not.

Zhou Ziheng's chest was filled with a warm warmth. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed very comfortable to be hugged like this.

After a long time, when he thought Zhou Ziheng must have fallen asleep, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"If you don't feel disgusted, let's keep this relationship."

When he said this, he felt that he was simply a fool. What is this? It was a long-term invitation for a friend?

"Forget it, what if I get tired of it in just two days." He deliberately added, "Or..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a low rhetorical question coming from above his head.

"Aren't you afraid that I will fall in love with you?"
To be continued...