What I Want

The two of them were crazy, and their reason was burned to the point of being burned to the point of being burned by the fire of desire, leaving only instinct and desire. Zhou Ziheng no longer remembered how many times he did it. It was almost dawn, and Xia Xiqing was finally hollowed out and fell asleep. Zhou Ziheng just hugged him tightly, and he was afraid that the next second, the person would disappear in front of him.

It turned out that he had loved him so much that he felt guilty and had lost himself.

He slept very uneasy. Although he had been busy working before joining the group these days, he only slept for three or four hours a day, and had tossed for another whole night yesterday, but Zhou Ziheng could not get into a deep sleep. It was like a raft floating on the sea, shaking and undulating, unable to dock.

The dreams are all Xia Xiqing's face, provocative, cunning, fragile, and emotional. Every expression is so accurate and becomes blurred.

All of them eventually disappeared.

It turned out that this raft was not drifting towards the ocean, but a waterfall cliff. The turbulent flowing water made him unable to breathe, and he could only watch himself fall into the abyss in the torrent, and the cold pool water obscured his body.

Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and slowly reached out and touched the corners of his eyes. It was cool, like the pool of water in a dream.

Xia Xiqing was lying beside him, facing him sideways and fell asleep deeply. Zhou Ziheng reached out and pushed his hair scattered on his cheeks to the side. He gently touched his side face, and his heart gradually returned to normal frequency.

Zhou Ziheng stared at his side face quietly, without touching him or talking, his eyes slowly moved, his delicate eyebrow bones, his high nose bridge, the lines of the double eyelids that he could see even with his eyes closed, and the small mole on the tip of his nose.

He caught a glimpse of the bruise on Xia Xiqing's jaw and was shocked. It was the traces he left when he pinched him yesterday. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but lift the quilt gently. His fair body was covered with traces of love. His side neck, collarbone, chest, and even his back were covered with kiss marks everywhere.

There were a few small bruises on Xia Xiqing's waist, which were the marks left by him pinching his waist last night. The loss of control all night made both of them abandon rationality and taboos. Zhou Ziheng recalled the scene at that time. In the end, he was almost gone and completely controlled by desire.

He reached out to pull the quilt up for Xia Xiqing and covered it up, feeling guilty about to swallow him up. He shouldn't have done this, it was wrong. But when he recalled what Xia Xiqing said and tried to contact those who he didn't even know his name to do these things on his behalf, his heart was filled with depression. He didn't want to be angry, and he once tried to control himself. But when he met Xia Xiqing, he went crazy.

At the moment when both of them were about to lose their strength, he actually hoped that the world would be destroyed at this moment, at least in this way, Xia Xiqing would not leave, and he would die with him in the end.

Too scary.

He stretched out his hand tentatively, held Xia Xiqing's fingertips, and gently rubbed his slender hand with the belly of his thumb.

He should be angry when he wakes up, what a proud person he is.

Maybe that's all between them.

[Zhou Ziheng, do we have any relationship?]

[We didn't just play at the beginning.]

[I'm having enough of you now.]

He could not guess what kind of mood Xia Xiqing used to say these words, but he could imagine how Xia Xiqing despised those who dedicated his true feelings to him in the past. They must have heard these words, perhaps it was more unpleasant and straightforward.

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his finger, gently touched the small mole on the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose, slowly approached, and kissed him on his forehead.

Why is he obsessed with such a cruel person?

Xia Xiqing didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he had a headache and his vision was not as bright as he imagined. His consciousness had not fully recovered to this body, but his first reaction was to stretch his arms to test it.

There is no one else, only himself.

Xia Xiqing found it ridiculous. He tried his best to mock himself who was expecting too much. What was he delusional? Wasn't he just sleeping with him by Zhou Ziheng? Is there any other possibility between them besides physical relationships?

After changing into clean pajamas, this bed and this bedroom were not as chaotic as he thought, but Xia Xiqing felt even more sad. Should he be glad that the person who went to him last night was Zhou Ziheng? At least his kind heart would make him gentle enough and considerate enough to not make him too embarrassed.

His throat was so thirsty that he was about to catch fire. He tried to hold his body up, but found that his body was sore and his bones were about to fall apart. He looked down at himself, and the purple kiss marks on his chest were connected into a large area. Xia Xiqing almost dared not recall the ridiculous things that happened that night, and Zhou Ziheng seemed to have become a different person.

He kept repeating that sentence.

[You are the only one.]

How is it possible? As long as he is willing, he can have many people.

There are so many, so many that they can’t count them.

The headache was even worse. I wanted to go home. The bed was filled with the smell of Zhou Ziheng, which made him dizzy. I tried hard to sit up and Xia Xiqing's legs trembled.

I can't believe that Xia Xiqing actually made a man go, and he was begging for being taken. His self-esteem was crushed, and he didn't dare to recall the details of that night. It was simply a waste of giving and asking for help.

After sitting for a while, when he recovered, Xia Xiqing took the wall downstairs. Every step was difficult, his legs were shaking violently, and he couldn't help but scold him.

Damn Zhou Ziheng is too fierce. A twenty-year-old young man is really desperate to do it.

He had completely forgotten that he was actually himself who was desperate that night, and he was also the one who kept pestering him.

He said he was not looking forward, but when Xia Xiqing went downstairs, he still thought about what if Zhou Ziheng was downstairs? What if he was sitting on the sofa, he had to cheer up and not be like a raped little boy. Be tough and just treat it as a change of taste.

But Zhou Ziheng was not downstairs. Xia Xiqing only saw the clothes he had folded on the sofa and the cold milk.

He is a big star, and this level is already full of kindness and righteousness. Only a good person like Zhou Ziheng can achieve this level and be content.

After a simple wash, he threw the toiletries into the trash can, walked out of the bathroom and sat on the sofa with the wall. This time he didn't even have a note. Xia Xiqing could understand it. After all, Zhou Ziheng didn't like men before, so maybe he still couldn't accept it after trying it once.

He slowly changed into his clothes, and the clothes seemed to have been washed, leaving only the aroma of grapefruit-flavored laundry detergent.

His throat was so dry and hoarse that Xia Xiqing hung his pajamas on the handrail of the sofa, picked up the milk and took a sip, then got up and prepared to go home.

Why do you feel so wronged?

Xia Xiqing himself did not realize that if it were in the past, the first thing he did when he woke up would be to kill the desperate dog, but now he only had Zhou Ziheng's mind. While he wanted to know where he was, he was unwilling to think about him.

The back pain was so painful that he couldn't bend down, so he could only sit on the steps of the entrance hall to change his shoes. Looking at the pair of cotton shuffles that fit his feet, Xia Xiqing felt even more uncomfortable. He just wanted to leave this place full of Zhou Ziheng's life traces as soon as possible. He wanted to drink and have fun, and then look for others...

Suddenly, Zhou Ziheng's angry face appeared in his mind.

Xia Xiqing put his hand on the door handle with lingering fear. Before he could turn, the door opened from outside. He was shocked. Isn’t it Zhou Ziheng standing at the door?

He wore a black, black T-shirt, black jeans, a black baseball cap, and a black long sleeve on his right arm, as if he was wearing it when playing basketball. Perhaps because of the tone, his temperament today was cold and he had a very heavy anger.

Zhou Ziheng was carrying two full shopping bags, obviously not expecting to meet him. Seeing Xia Xiqing's well-dressed eyes lit up for a second, then darkened in an instant.

Without taking out the mask, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head in a muffled voice, "Let's have a meal and leave, and it will be done soon."

Although he said so, Zhou Ziheng did not bring the door to him, so he kept it so open. If Xia Xiqing wanted to leave, he would not stop him.

Seeing that he was carrying things in on his own, Xia Xiqing was stunned for a while.

So you went to the supermarket?

It’s not right to stand here, nor to go in, and it seems even more difficult to get through when going home. Xia Xiqing stood at the door and heard Zhou Ziheng sorting things. He didn’t know why he was distracted and closed the door in an instant.

With a bang, Xia Xiqing was shocked and it was too late to regret. He pretended to be completely unaffected, and walked back to the living room slowly. Just as he was about to sit down, Zhou Ziheng suddenly came over, holding something in his hand.

"What are you doing?" It's okay if you didn't speak. When Xia Xiqing suddenly opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was completely useless.

Zhou Ziheng walked around behind him and pulled out the white shirt that Xia Xiqing had pierced into her suit pants.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

Two plasters were attached to his waist. Xia Xiqing turned his head to look, and Zhou Ziheng put down his clothes.

"You've drunk milk." Zhou Ziheng frowned. He had been out for so long, and the milk was cold. According to Xia Xiqing's lazy personality, he must have drunk it so coldly.

Xia Xiqing was wrong and regretted not drinking the milk he left behind, so he said, "No."

"Is that right?" Zhou Ziheng stretched out his finger and wiped a circle of milk marks on Xia Xiqing's lips. He walked to the kitchen without saying much. The lie was exposed at once. Xia Xiqing stretched out the back of his hand and wiped his lips repeatedly, and his heartbeat also increased.

I don’t know why, but I always feel something is wrong with Zhou Ziheng.

The patch worked, and the waist was hot. Xia Xiqing was about to go to the kitchen when her phone suddenly shook. When she opened WeChat, she saw that it was a friend request from a person. Her avatar was a character Ke made of a match stick. Xia Xiqing didn't know anyone with the character Ke in the name.

When he was away, there were several missed calls on his phone, including Xia Xiuze and Xu Qichen, but they were only one or two passes, and there was an unknown number, which was called four or five passes.

He checked the number and then went to WeChat to check the friend's request.

It was indeed the same number. Who is this person? Why did he keep looking for him?

Xia Xiqing was too lazy to think too much, so he put his phone back in his pocket, walked into the restaurant, and sat at the small dining table, his eyes fell on the bouquet of paper roses again.

They are not real roses, and without life, they will never disappear and wither.

It is always in his heart, and it is very beautiful.

He suddenly stood up and said to Zhou Ziheng in the kitchen, "I have no appetite now, so I'm leaving."

Zhou Ziheng walked out and stood at the door. Strangely, he was still wearing a mask, and his voice was a little colder than before.

"You've been in a coma for two days and have to eat something."

What does it have to do with you? Xia Xiqing frowned, opened his mouth but didn't say it. These words were too unpleasant, and it would be too stupid to say such words when he was awake. Zhou Ziheng looked like he would not let him go, which made Xia Xiqing helpless.

He sat back on the dining table and took out his cell phone, but found that he had received news from Ruan Xiao.

[Ruan Xiao: Xiqing, are you awake? Is there anything wrong?]

[Ruan Xiao: You don’t have any major health problems. We are all worried about you.]

[Ruan Xiao: That, the boy who saved you with me that night was Zhou Ziheng's childhood friend. He had something to do with you, please add him on WeChat.]

It turned out to be the one who had been staring at him secretly that day. Xia Xiqing added a friend, and the other party quickly sent a message.

[Zhao Ke: Xia Xiqing, are you awake? Are you okay?]

[Xia Xiqing: It's okay, thank you for your help that day.]

[Zhao Ke: It's okay, where is Hengheng? Have you seen him? Did he contact you?]

Hengheng? He was so cute. He had a first love girl in front and a little friend in the back. Zhou Ziheng's childhood was really fulfilling.

Xia Xiqing walked to the kitchen leisurely with her cell phone, leaned against the door frame, took a picture of Zhou Ziheng's back and sent it to him.

Not long after, Zhao Ke, who was anxiously waiting for news at home, received a photo sent by Xia Xiqing.

[Xia Xiqing: Your Hengheng is making dinner for me.]
To be continued...