MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 57 Coincidence

Like it or not?

He didn't wait for Zhou Ziheng's answer. But Zhou Ziheng tightly wrapped his arms around his back, breathed harder and harder, and kissed aggressively, all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most intuitive way.

Xia Xiqing likes this feeling, and likes to feel Zhou Ziheng's strong need for him from the senses. But he was also afraid that Zhou Ziheng would really say those two words. For him, the change of human emotion is a curve with a single peak, which brews a little bit in the ambiguity, rises a little bit, and reaches the peak when he feels love.

But when you reach the top, you will fall irretrievably.

Like a parabola, the higher the apex, the harder the fall.

That's good, it's good now, he needs Zhou Ziheng, just like Zhou Ziheng still needs him, it doesn't matter if there is no definition.

Zhou Ziheng's kiss wasn't very skillful, it was entirely based on eagerness and rampage, wishing he could take his soul away with one kiss.

There is no way to express the true thoughts in his heart, Zhou Ziheng can only express all his desires with his body. He has always had his own persistence, habitually avoiding all things that make people stunned, whether it is tobacco or alcohol.

He likes to be awake all the time.

But Xia Xiqing just showed up, and he tried his best to seduce him, tease him, and disturb his firm heart all the time. From the very beginning, he knew that he understood better than anyone else, so he repeatedly reminded himself to stay away from Xia Xiqing, he is not a good person, he is a dangerous product that is flammable, explosive and full of temptations.

"Is it hot?" Xia Xiqing's voice was covered with a thick layer of water vapor, like the wet glass of a sauna room. His slender fingers grabbed the lower edge of Zhou Ziheng's sweater, trying to pull it up, "Take it off?"

Before the end of the intimate ending, Zhou Ziheng kissed him again and took off his shirt. The critical points between men are often intense and unpredictable. He fully understood Xia Xiqing's expectations of him, but unfortunately, even if he was the one who was forced to become addicted to drugs.

He also wants to be the leader.

The intense kiss made Xia Xiqing's whole body hot and covered with a thin layer of sweat. His skin and silk pajamas were greasy and sticky, making his brain suffocate. Consciousness and behavior are opposite, the more intense the kiss With every move, his consciousness became more and more sluggish and passive, and his posture lying on Zhou Ziheng changed from an arrogant leopard to a clingy cat.

Zhou Ziheng found an opportunity to overthrow him, held Xia Xiqing's shoulders and pressed him down, a drop of sweat that had accumulated for a long time fell from the corner of his forehead to Xia Xiqing's lips impartially. Zhou Ziheng watched helplessly as he stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked off the drops of sweat, a lazy smile appeared on that pure and lustful face.

"Salty."

But you are too sweet. Zhou Ziheng gave up his dying struggle with what little reason he had left, and drowned in the rough tide together with Xia Xiqing.

Occasionally, the immature voice of the child in the projection would come out, crashing into Xia Xiqing's heart like a deer. Just when the two of them were about to be overwhelmed by the gushing desire, he still hadn't forgotten to tease.

"It's really... boy... boy..." The remaining two words were covered by panting, Xia Xiqing's shoulders were shaking, and he couldn't speak. Listening to the well-behaved voice of the young Zhou Ziheng, and hanging out with the adult him, this kind of experience is really amazing.

Zhou Ziheng kissed his wet and bright red lips. At the moment of the extremely tense confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly called his brother twice crisply. Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, imitating the soft voice of a child while laughing.

"Brother." Xia Xiqing reached out and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's frowning brows away. Being teased by him like this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his dignity was questioned, so he bit Xia Xiqing's lower lip hard.

"You were so cute when you were young...why are you so fierce now?" Xia Xiqing leaned forward and kissed her flatteringly, "You scream again... I'll hear if you screamed nicely when you were young...or, or now..."

Originally, he had no expectations. Zhou Ziheng was always unwilling to meet his expectations. Xia Xi knew this early in the morning. But what he didn't expect was that Zhou Ziheng really leaned down and got close to his ear, his voice was deep and low.

"elder brother."

Kiss Xia Xiqing's earlobe lightly again.

"Are you satisfied? Brother Xi Qing."

The bells of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral struck heavily on the valves of the heart. Even the soul was shattered and turned into a vast universe.

The audition in the afternoon had already exhausted Xia Xiqing's mental energy, and he didn't know how long he had been tossing about. His consciousness was too vague, and he fell asleep after only two times. Zhou Ziheng was very stubborn, no matter whether he was soft or hard, he was unwilling to obey .

He didn't sleep deeply, but he couldn't lift his eyelids. Xia Xiqing always felt that someone was touching his forehead and cheeks in his dream, so lightly that it was hard to tell if it was a hallucination. Sleeping drowsily until midnight, and waking up with dry mouth, Xia Xiqing half-closed his eyes and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and filled himself with half a bottle of ice water, and suddenly became more awake.

Although it is approaching early summer, the wind at night is still a bit cool. Xia Xiqing walked slowly back to the room with drooping eyelids, only to find that the projector was still on, but there was no sound.

In fact, he should go home at this time, this is not his home after all.

Xia Xiqing was squatting beside the bed, staring at Zhou Ziheng's quiet sleeping face. The little face shining on the screen gradually overlapped with the tall boy in reality. He couldn't help but feel the beauty of life.

Zhou Ziheng fell asleep on the side of the bed, his hands hanging down with nowhere to put them. Xia Xiqing tentatively touched his fingertips first, and seeing that he hadn't woken up, he boldly took his hands up. Zhou Ziheng's fingers are very long, and his palm is wide and dry. He can't help but think of the way he grasped the ball with one hand in a basketball game, with ease.

Like playing with a puppy's paw, Xia Xiqing grabbed his fingers and closed them one by one, then spread them out one by one, and finally inserted his own fingers into them, interlocking them inexplicably.

If he exists only for himself.

[That art gallery was built by mom for you, you know? ]

Recalling the scene of his mother going mad in the art gallery, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a thorn in his back, and he let go of Zhou Ziheng's hand weakly.

When he lowered his head, he found a gel pen by his feet, probably Zhou Ziheng used it to take notes.

Xia Xiqing was never sure that he would really be loved by someone. Most of them loved his body, and some people who called themselves Bole admired his talent or yearned for his family background. But after peeling off the sugar coating, the bitterness inside is daunting.

Selfishness, habitual lying, duplicity, and addiction to flirting.

Before, he always thought that Zhou Ziheng looked down on him because he was blind. So many people were chasing after him and surrounded him, but Zhou Ziheng just avoided it.

But now, no matter how conceited or stubborn he is, he has to admit that he is not worthy of such a good Zhou Ziheng.

At noon the next day, Zhou Ziheng was woken up by Jiang Yin's series of fatal calls. He forgot that he still had a photo shoot, and fell into a drowsy sleep. I don't know if it was because he watched it before going to bed. In the TV series when I debuted, when I was dreaming, I always dreamed about when I was filming. I dreamed of a sister in a white dress. She touched his head and folded a white rose for him with a tissue.

When he raised his head again, the girl disappeared without a trace. Zhou Ziheng was very anxious and kept running in the park, trying to shout but couldn't.

Suddenly he heard someone calling his name behind him. Turning around, he saw Xia Xiqing.

Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled at himself.

As soon as I approached, the rose withered in an instant. His expression was sad, but there were no tears.

[You don't like mine, do you. ]

Drenched in cold sweat, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes. I was alone on the bed, and even the projector was turned off. There was no way for him to stay in his sleep, and the fact that Xia Xiqing was not around was not a big blow to him.

He had expected it a long time ago, and he had anticipated all extremely bad possibilities.

"I see, I'll go over now." Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, bent over with his arms on his knees, and hung his head weakly.

"I didn't drink, I was too tired and went to bed late." Jiang Yinxu babbled a lot, and Zhou Ziheng was lost in thought. He switched his hand to answer the phone, grabbed his hair with his left hand, and put it on his lap again.

He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something on the side of the ring finger close to the palm. He spread his palms close to his eyes, and finally he saw clearly.

It was drawn with a black signature pen, a very small rose quietly growing on the bottom knuckle of the ring finger.

He smiled unconsciously, causing doubts on the other end of the phone.

"nothing."

Just discovered a happy little trick.

In order to meet the schedule, Zhou Ziheng had a very full work schedule before joining the group. There were too many advertising contracts to be fulfilled, as well as invitations from magazines. He had to compress his time to do everything well so that he could concentrate on joining the group.

Unlike Xia Xiqing, the last thing he lacked was time.

After privately meeting with director Kuncheng, Xia Xiqing finally decided to act in this movie.

A word the director said reminded him of watching his debut work at Zhou Ziheng's house a few days ago.

[Everything is full of uncertainty now, but the work is eternal, no matter what kind of art form, I don't know about others, but I believe you can understand what I mean. ]

In the past two days, he suddenly discovered that even if he made the same mistakes in the end. At least there is such a work that can permanently seal the hesitating relationship between them. Those past ambiguities and cross-borders are the sublimation of art in the eyes of others, but in their tacit eyes, they are all products of affection.

That's enough, he doesn't want to be forgotten by Zhou Ziheng. Even if he would feel disgusted by mentioning this movie in the future, it would be regarded as an achievement, and it would be more in line with Xia Xiqing's pessimistic artistic pursuit.

"Do you have anything to do tonight?" Xia Xiqing sent a voice message to Zhou Ziheng on the way home, and received his reply soon.

"I have to attend an event, and I guess I won't be able to go home until midnight."

Xia Xiqing typed back and said yes, and didn't say any more. He originally thought that if Zhou Ziheng was free at night, he could go to the art banquet with him, but he suddenly felt that he was too naive. Zhou Ziheng's identity would not be suitable for any private banquet. suitable.

What's more, there is simply no convincing reason to accompany him.

Zhou Ziheng sent another follow-up question.

[Moral Model: Are you busy at night? ]

[Terrorist: I also have an event, and I guess I will come back very late. ]

Xia Xiqing didn't speak too clearly, and Zhou Ziheng didn't ask too much. Assistant Xiao Luo urged him to get in the car, so he had no choice but to put away his phone for the time being.

This art dinner was hosted by Mr. Zhong Henan, a very prestigious collector in the industry. The venue was his mansion. Although it was borrowed in his name, since Mr. Zhong was nearly ninety years old, he was the one who actually organized it. Zhong Chi, the youngest son of Zhong Chi, is making preparations and has invited many collectors, as well as many famous painters. Chung Chi is different from his father, he is a businessman through and through, so the dinner party naturally cannot do without the participation of old and new friends in the business world.

If there were no businessmen, Xia Xiqing would be very willing to go there. It is rare that someone in China is willing to hold this kind of art salon, but once some copper stench is mixed in, Xia Xiqing's interest will be lost by half.

But he has always been a very strong person, since he has gone, he has to act like a flourishing man, otherwise he will lose all of his own people. Xia Xiqing originally picked out an army green trench coat, but after thinking about it, he went there with Pulito's reputation on his back, so he should dress more formally, so he found a high-end gray suit and tied it with a tie. Navy tie. With her hair **** in half, she doesn't look so casual.

When driving to the dinner party, the staff at the gate of the mansion checked the invitation letter. Xia Xiqing passed it through the car window, feeling that the security guards were watching him, and probably recognized him. Now he finally understands the suffering of public figures. No matter where he goes, he will be surrounded by people, just like a peacock in a zoo.

The hall is quite dreamy, with exquisite lilies of the valley interspersed in the paintings. The crowd formed cluster after cluster, and everyone tasted famous paintings and expressed their feelings. To be honest, as a painter, Xia Xiqing disliked this part the most. The analysis is really very strange.

He has been abroad for so many years, and he was not often taken out by his parents when he was in China. Most of the people at the banquet did not know him, which gave Xia Xiqing ample space, only some young and beautiful ladies occasionally puffed up. Have the courage to come up and have a chat with him.

"You usually prefer oil painting, right?"

Xia Xiqing smiled at the girl who asked the question, but his eyes wandered to a young boy who was separated by two paintings. It was not because it suited his appetite that he took a second look, but because the man kept looking at him and thought he was not found.

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

"Yes, oil painting." Xia Xiqing loosened his tie, "I'm going to get a glass of wine, excuse me."

Walking to the rest area to take a breath, Xia Xiqing picked up a glass of absinthe and took a sip when he suddenly heard someone calling his name. Turning his head, he saw a familiar man in a dark red suit.

"Hello, are you Xia Xiqing?" The man extended a hand to him courteously, "I'm Wei Min."

Xia Xiqing had always been blind to people's faces, but somehow he suddenly remembered.

This person is the son he met in Yunshuijian last time, the owner of the "Tracking" crew.

Before reaching out his hand, Xia Xiqing turned his head, just in time to meet the young man who had been peeking at him from a distance just now, he seemed to be startled, and quickly turned around.

What's going on today, full of weird people.

Unknown, the man who was scared away by his eyes was replying the message with his head down.

[Zhao Ke: Brother Heng, do you know who I bumped into at the dinner party? ]

[Zhao Ke: Oh, forget it, don’t guess, I’ll tell you. ]

[Zhao Ke: You CP! ]