He turned around and washed his fingers carefully, "Don't think that he knows me very well. In fact, the so-called 'slander' is my normal state." This scene made Zhou Ziheng think of the murderer's cleaning actions in the movie after the murder ended.

Xia Xiqing said every word lightly and slowly, and the movements on his hands did not stop. The flowing cold water passed through his finger gap. "I like to pursue others. I witnessed with my own eyes that a person would give me great satisfaction. But when I got it, I would be bored and would try my best to leave, and I didn't want to take that heart. It was very cumbersome." He pulled away his hand, and the flowing water droplets suddenly stopped. Xia Xiqing took out the kitchen paper on the counter and wiped his fingers covered with water droplets, "So you are right, I am a scum."

He kneaded the wet paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Xia Xiqing supported the liberal art table with both hands and tilted his head to Zhou Ziheng's shoulder. This action was like a very intimate lover's kiss on his cheek.

Those lazy eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's side face and spoke softly like a dream, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Ziheng doesn't understand why Xia Xiqing had to spread everything straightforwardly. According to his personality, it is best to cheat as long as possible. Just like a peacock spreads his tail, it is the best way to attract the gentlest and gentlest side, induce it, and make you willingly fall into this scam.

To be honest, not only Zhou Ziheng doesn’t understand, but Xia Xiqing himself doesn’t understand.

He felt that he was very strange now, not calm or disguised, and he seemed to have to tear off his mask in a hurry, revealing a bloody face to the other party.

Among so many preys he had encountered, Zhou Ziheng was the most special one. From the beginning, he saw all the bad habits he had hidden from him. All disguised in front of him were invalid. Now he even took the initiative to expose the lie of "like" and clearly displayed his most corrupt and ugliest part in front of him, allowing him to appreciate and judge like a strange work of art.

Perhaps it was because of this that Zhou Ziheng became the prey that Xia Xiqing wanted the most.

So far, I want to hunt down the target in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who had been cooking things quietly, suddenly turned his face and looked directly at Xia Xiqing's beautiful but frivolous eyes from a very close distance. His face was as clear as a natural sculpture, with no expression, and it was rare to be indifferent to the inside.

"What am I afraid of?"

Just like last time in the secret room, Zhou Ziheng's voice was like the bell of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral, hitting his heart valve one by one.

"I'm afraid of pursuing me, or am I afraid of giving my heart to me?"

At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually felt the blood flowing upwards.

"If you give me the choice, there are only these two types," Zhou Ziheng's mouth curled up slightly, "I'm not afraid."

Xia Xiqing pondered Zhou Ziheng's implicit sound. He was not afraid of the former, because he was disdainful of his pursuit, and because he was not afraid of the latter, because he was sure that he would not be moved.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt that his pride was unprecedentedly questioned and provoked. A bunch of fire suddenly lit up somewhere in his dark heart, making his blood burn.

He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin. Before the other party could react, he raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at him, his eyes full of exposing and ambiguousness.
Chapter completed!