Perhaps it was because Zhou Heng had expected that this question. Xia Xiqing's hands trembled slightly, and the wine spread a little on his legs, opening a dark circle.

After hesitating for a moment, he drank the glass of wine and turned around to Zhou Heng to curl the corner of his mouth.

"You're one step late."

Zhou Heung knew that he was escaping, and he had the courage to continue asking questions. No, rather than being brave, he was afraid to see Xia Xiqing who said the answer.

Shang Rui seemed to hear Zhou Heng'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 heng shook his head helplessly.  has become so drunk, and he is still thinking about the game.

It's also a pity, and the bottle mouth once again made Xia Xiqing accurate.

"Hey? It's Xi Qing~" Shang rui pointed at Xia Xiqing and smiled foolishly.

Xia Xiqing's smile on his face was half gone. Before Zhou Heng could speak, he heard him whisper in a tone of similar warning. He said, "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 when he talks to me once. Zhou Heng was like a thorn in his throat, and could only watch him raise his head and drink another glass of strong wine, frowning.

Shang Rui realized it later, "I, I'm still asking questions..."

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

He regretted his impulse just now.

Zhou Heng withdrew his hand slowly, and said nothing.

Shang Rui 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, he even fell on the coffee table and completely broke the piece.

"Hey, hey..." Zhou heng patted Shang Rui's hand, but Fang still did not move, completely fainting.

"I'm really convinced." Zhou heng stood up and dragged Shang Rui to the bed, covering it with a quilt. Shang rui stretched out one arm and muttered vaguely, "The legs hurt... I don't want to dance..."

The idol was also very pitiful. Zhou heng 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 Huangheng also lowered his head and stood there for a while without knowing what to do.

Xia Xiqing left, let's go back.

Originally, he was planning to do so, and suddenly heard a thud from the entrance of the door. Zhou Heng walked over quickly and found Xia Xiqing kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the floor, gasping for breath.

"Let's do you?" Zhou heng quickly stepped on, grabbed Xia Xiqing's arm and placed it on his shoulders, trying to help him stand up, but Xia Xiqing had a little strength, and his legs seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he was still trembling.

Xia Xiqing also said in a word. Zhou Heng 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, and he couldn't make any sound.

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

Fu Jia's stamina was even greater than he thought. Zhou heng had only drunk one cup, and the dizziness was approaching. The lights in the corridor spread one aperture after another in 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 Heung asked Xia Xiqing to lean against the door panel and pressed his shoulder with his hand, but Xia Xiqing couldn't stand at all. Zhou Heung reached his hand into his pants pocket. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and slid down the door, almost sitting on the ground. Zhou Heung sighed, and took 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 heng's index finger.

"Hello……"

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

Zhou heng 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 Heng held him halfway and kicked the door open 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 heng struggled to get Xia Xiqing onto the bed, preparing to wait for him like Shang Rui who was waiting to be drunk. 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.

Zhou heng saw him get up and fell to the ground again, and couldn't help but get angry, "What kind of bathing is so drunk." 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 Heung helplessly picked up Xia Xiqing and took him to the bathroom. Xia Xiqing was like a seriously ill cat. He was reluctant to let go of it, which made Zhou Heung 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 shirt. Alcohol numbed his limbs, making the simplest movements dull and clumsy. Zhou Heung stood aside, looking at his gray-blue top stuck on Xia Xiqing's head and couldn't take it off, and he felt pitiful and funny.

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

Out of this unhealthy mentality, Zhou Heng squatted down, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor outside as if he was taking care of the child.

This is his time to take off his clothes for others. Zhou heng didn't dare to see him, both of them were men.

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

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

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

"You are just having fun here, I won't be with you anymore." Just as she was about to get up, Xia Xiqing grabbed her, and she could stand up and sat on the ground.

"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.

It is better to surrender directly if you refuse.

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

When Xia Xiqing replied, 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. His two hot hands hugged his waist.

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

But Xia Xiqing just couldn't come out, and Zhou Heng could feel his hot cheeks pressing against his chest, tying his already abnormal 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 Heung really made a move, and this is not a solution. Who would have thought that Xia Xiqing had such many tricks when she got drunk?

He originally wanted to pick up Xia Xiqing, but he just hugged his back, and he could only hug him horizontally. Zhou Heng could only use this position to hug him like a child, cross his long legs around his waist, hold his back with one hand and fix his thigh with the other.

Xia Xiqing became a koala who liked to get into people's clothes. She was taken out of the bathroom by people. She returned to the bed for the second time and was put down by Zhou Heng. Xia Xiqing panicked. His eyes were dizzy, and he grabbed Zhou Heng and grabbed him again. He happened to grab Zhou Heng's waist and grabbed him. He grabbed him and stopped.

Zhou Xiqing was almost forced to death by him. He originally planned to leave, 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 his way, 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 her hands were too bad, which made Zhou Huangheng's face red and white for a while, and his mind was messy. He 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, and his lips, which were dyed red by alcohol, were stubbornly pursed, and 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 heng looked at him blankly, and in silence, he heard the sound of water droplets falling, one drop, one dizzy on the white quilt covering his legs, and the water stains spread and became gray.

"You, why are you crying?" Zhou Lingheng was suddenly panicked. He had 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 Xiheng's neck and cried silently. For some reason, he didn't make any sound when he cried, but Zhou Xiheng felt that his shoulders were soaked in his tears. He couldn't help but reach out and hugged his back.

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

To be honest, he was so panicked. He had never seen Xia Xiqing this time.

Xia Xiqing's tears stopped, 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 heng's back, as if he had used all his strength, "It's so dark here... I'm afraid..."

Zhou Xiheng's heart was twisting and painful, 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, "There is! There is light here... There is also someone... I'm dying... I'm locked up..." He suddenly began to breathe heavily, break free from Zhou Heng's arms, lowered his head and grabbed Zhou Heng'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.

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

After moving his hand away, he finally found that there was a raised scar on that place, which was not long, but looked very deep, and 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 Heng 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 that he had peeled off Xia Xiqing's scabs alive. Now he could only look at the wound with blood, and there was any way to remedy it.

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

"Mother……"

His voice was so weak that Zhou Heng 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...