MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 45 intimate war

Xia Xiqing felt like he had a dream.

The dream was a black silkworm chrysalis, those sticky silk threads tightly wrapped around his body, forcing him to re-experience those terrible things again, like a replayed horror movie, every scene was engraved into the bone marrow.

Xia Xiqing was afraid that he would reveal his cowardly and pitiful side when he was unconscious, so he never slept soundly beside others, nor did he let himself get drunk to the point of unconsciousness. But last night's alcohol content was too high, and the stamina was too strong. No matter how good the alcohol capacity is, I can't hold one cup after another.

Before opening his eyes, Xia Xiqing felt his temples throbbing, and his head was dizzy from the pain.

No, how does he feel... being held in someone's arms.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, blinking twice, his unresponsive sensory nerves finally confirmed the environment he was in, and he was indeed hugged in his arms, and that person was Zhou Ziheng whom he had coveted for a long time.

What's happening here! He wouldn't get drunk and put Zhou Ziheng to sleep.

The other protagonist in the brainstorm seemed to feel that the person in his arms was moving. He stretched out his other hand without opening his eyes, turned around, and changed from a flat lying position to Lying on his side, wrapping Xia Xiqing's whole body into his chest, resting his chin on the top of Xia Xiqing's head, stroking Xia Xiqing's smooth back like a cat, and muttering, "Don't be afraid... "

"I'm scared." Xia Xiqing, who was hugged so hard by Zhou Ziheng, bit Zhou Ziheng's shoulder hard, waking him up from his sleep.

"Hiss..." Zhou Ziheng frowned and stretched out his hands to cover his shoulders, half-closed his eyes and looked at Xia Xiqing, dazed for a long time, "What are you doing..."

"What did you do?" Xia Xiqing lifted the quilt all at once, revealing his bare upper body, "What did you do to me?"

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, "I didn't do anything..." His mind was in a daze, and he suddenly felt that his calf was being rubbed from bottom to top by his toes, and he subconsciously shuddered. Xiang Xia Xiqing's face that seemed to be a smile was not a smile.

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

Zhou Ziheng finally regained his composure, he almost felt that he was going to be driven crazy by the person in front of him. Is this the same Xia Xiqing who cried all night last night?

He grabbed the quilt to cover his head, refused to answer, turned his back and closed his eyes, pretending he couldn't hear anything.

It couldn't be me who was drunk last night... Those were all dreams, no, maybe it's a dream now. That's right, just wake up, let's wake up quickly.

"Why did you recite what I asked you?" Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back Zhou Ziheng, so he simply stood up and straddled him, and touched Zhou Ziheng's face with both hands, "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 questioned himself defensively. This was probably his way of self-defense. If he told Xia Xiqing what happened last night, maybe he would never want to see him again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. He, who never wanted to lie, broke his precept for this, slowly opened his eyes, and made up a reasonable story with sincerity, "Nothing happened, you were drunk, I brought you back, I am tired and tired I'm sleepy, I'll sleep right here with you."

Xia Xiqing's shrewd eyes were full of suspicion, but Zhou Ziheng still stared at him fearlessly, staring at those still red eyes. After all, he is an actor, so he still has this psychological quality.

"Nothing really happened?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, and rubbed his fingers against Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, "Is it because I'm too unattractive? Didn't such a good thing as drinking and losing morals happen?"

You are crying like that, who dares to do anything to you. Zhou Ziheng complained in his heart, and he didn't have that strange habit.

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

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's sleepy face and lack of interest, Xia Xiqing's bad genes started to stir again, "I'll come down if you let me down." He simply lay down on Zhou Ziheng's body, and pressed his soft lips against Zhou Ziheng's. With steam in his ear, he whispered in his ear with a hoarse voice after crying, "Hey, I'm still sleeping..."

Such a sticky scene, such a provocative tone, is completely the intimate whispers of lovers in the morning.

It's fine to tease her with words, but Xia Xiqing moved her knees gently through the quilt, and her dry lips moved down along Zhou Ziheng's sharp jaw line. I don't know why, this kind of action makes him feel satisfied, there is a thrill of licking honey with a knife.

"Don't rub..." Zhou Ziheng frowned, stretched out his hand from under the quilt to grab his restless knee, but Xia Xiqing discovered a terrible secret, deliberately lowered his voice and reminded "kindly", "Your neck is red."

Zhou Ziheng was extremely annoyed. The Xia Xiqing now is completely different from the Xia Xiqing last night. All the sympathy he aroused in the night has now burned into a ball of fire, either devouring himself or him. Xia Xiqing, who was pinned down on his knees and teased endlessly, finally wore out his patience. Zhou Ziheng violently lifted him off his body. Xia Xiqing, who had not fully recovered from drinking so much wine, didn't have the strength to deal with him, so helpless Resistably crushed by Zhou Ziheng.

"I told you not to move."

He knew that Zhou Ziheng was full of anger, but Xia Xiqing still didn't know what to do. Probably in his eyes, anger could always bring out the strongest hormones, which made him very excited. The half-bent knees swayed gently from side to side, Xia Xiqing's raised chin brought out the most beautiful neckline, and said softly as if casting a spell, "Kiss me once, and I won't move." After speaking, he raised his head again. She raised her eyebrows, as if she had changed in an instant, "Otherwise I'll let you die."

"Give me a kiss..."

Xia Xiqing deliberately softened his tone, and his words pierced his heart like a trump card, "Please..."

I don't know if it's because he's lost his mind after drinking, but this kind of him gradually overlaps with the Xia Xiqing who hugged him tightly last night and begged him not to leave. The water vapor in his eyes was like alcohol that hadn't evaporated last night. After looking directly at it for a few seconds, he began to spin dizzily and become unconscious.

She obviously didn't want to be seduced by him.

But what was stolen last night must be returned to him.

Finding the worst excuse for himself, Zhou Ziheng still lowered his head and kissed her lightly, as if what he kissed was not the lips, but the most fragile rose in the world.

A little bit of water, can't bear to stay.

When leaving, Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and found that Xia Xiqing's eyes were full of surprise, the dark pupils of his hands were a little slack, even the lips that he kissed just now opened unconsciously, and his heart paused for a moment.

He never thought that Zhou Ziheng would really kiss him, it was just a deliberate seduction out of mischievous psychology as before. But Zhou Ziheng actually kissed him.

With such a short distance, the sudden silence made the atmosphere tense for an instant. Zhou Ziheng regretted so much that he wished he could disappear into the world right now.

"Can I kiss you again?" Xia Xiqing remained in a daze, and said this out of nowhere.

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

"Kiss again." Xia Xiqing's eyes finally focused, bright, "Just one, this time I promise." He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ziheng's neck, his face full of sincerity.

What is this person. Zhou Ziheng frowned, and his heart frowned even more.

In fact, he also kind of wants to kiss again, but...

But.

No, but, he accepted his fate, he just couldn't resist the temptation. Zhou Ziheng quickly lowered his head and pressed Xia Xiqing's mouth against himself. As soon as he touched it, he pressed the back of his head firmly. The poor little dragonfly only wanted to rub the water surface with the tip of its wings, and didn't even intend to bring up any ripples. rub it down.

Who would have thought of being sucked in, half-forced into the water.

Xia Xiqing bit Zhou Ziheng's lower lip, and directly rushed in when he opened his lips due to pain, stirring the softest and moistest part. For some reason, the moment Zhou Ziheng was willing to kiss him, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind. Weird picture - he was hugged tightly by Zhou Ziheng, in his arms was a tenderness that he had never felt in his life, the kind that made people willing to die inside.

This must be a dream, **** it, just treat it as a dream. He is like a beast thirsty for water, trying his best to absorb the nutrients he needs from him. The fight between lips and teeth was originally the most handy part of him, but at this moment he has become abnormal due to excessive desire. He can only lick and bite according to his instinct. Entangled. To his surprise, Zhou Ziheng did not resist yet.

How did he know that Zhou Ziheng had been hovering at the critical point for too long. The remaining resistance and rationality were completely destroyed last night. He didn't know if he gave up avoiding Xia Xiqing because of sympathy. Maybe sympathy was just his excuse.

Everything is an excuse to cover up the heart.

Xia Xiqing's hand moved down slowly, stroking the back of Zhou Ziheng's neck in a fierce kiss, and then down to his protruding shoulder blades due to propping up his arms. These hands are like paintbrushes, meticulously tracing the lines that he thinks are the most perfect, until he can no longer bear the urge to hug this body, and then he sticks his smooth chest to his broad and warm chest.

Hugging made Zhou Ziheng feel protective towards Xia Xiqing, and after accidentally breaking through his weakness, this protective desire has almost become a menacing conditioned reflex. He couldn't help hugging Xia Xiqing back, and fell sideways on the bed. The knee that was provocative before was rubbed up again, and squeezed into Zhou Ziheng's legs in a delicate kiss.

Zhou Ziheng frowned violently, and stretched out his hand to move his leg away, but Xia Xiqing pressed it tighter and tighter, and the sound of panting almost leaked from his lips. Xia Xiqing has never been a coy person, and he is an out-and-out hedonist when dealing with desires, let alone facing Zhou Ziheng who has been coveting him for so long.

At the inappropriate time, at the end of the awakening of the spirit, the flame buried deep in the dark is on the verge of igniting, not to mention that Xia Xiqing's behavior never leaves room for extinguishing the burning flame, Zhou Ziheng can only ruthlessly push him with his tongue , pinching the back of Xia Xiqing's neck and forcing him to lift his chin, he opened his eyes while licking and kissing, and saw Xia Xiqing's eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling just like last night.

Suddenly there was malice.

Will he cry, at a time like this.

Xia Xiqing didn't know anything about his bad thoughts, he just felt that his head was going to go crazy, his whole body was scalded to death, his temples were soaked with sweat, and his hair was tangled up on his face. Bite Zhou Ziheng's lower lip again, with such light force as to seduce, then let go, licked his wet lips in front of Zhou Ziheng's deep eyes, pressed it against Zhou Ziheng's ear, and traced his ear with the tip of his tongue. Outlined lines, his voice was ambiguously colored by the hot and humid breath, inaudible and resounding.

The scruples were wiped away under the collision of flesh and blood, and the heat climbed to a critical point. The continuation and interruption of the breath fermented an ambiguous rhythm. Xia Xiqing pressed his eager heart and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin, which was too obvious to refuse. What sense of morality, what restraint and integrity, have been torn to pieces by the person in front of him at this moment.

The palms of the two people were wrapped in waves and flames, and the intense friction drained their reason, evaporated their sweat, and burned away their thirst. Hot kisses can't save anyone, they can only wait to be reduced to ashes by the fire of the prairie fire.

In the most intimate war, at the end, both of them lost their minds.

The drenched Xia Xiqing's chest heaved violently, and the thrill of pulling the angel into **** was ecstatic.

I didn't feel embarrassed when I did it, but as soon as Zhou Ziheng's shame was over, he returned to work immediately. His ears were burning, and his scalp tingled when he thought of what they did just now. Xia Xiqing's eyes were lazy, which made people feel more and more embarrassed. Zhou Ziheng simply covered his eyes with his palms, afraid that he would think it was too dark, so he had to cover them with a few centimeters away, and said in an extremely awkward tone, "Don't look at me. "

"You're still embarrassed." Xia Xiqing moved towards him, drilled up again, and kissed his palm. For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt that this was enough, and he could only count it. Taste the sweetness.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the side of his neck with his fingertips, "Did you feel the calluses on my hands just now? Are you happy?" He leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, "It's all the calluses I made when I was painting you , now give it back to you..."

These love words on the bed made Zhou Ziheng's heart beat wildly, his face was extremely hot, "Shut up..."

"Please don't tell me to shut up and kiss him with my tongue." After finishing speaking, Xia Xiqing entangled him again and kissed him, the tip of his tongue entangled endlessly, until the last bit of strength was swept away, Xia Xiqing fell down and lay on his side Looking at Zhou Ziheng.

He felt that the more he lived, the less promising he was, and he was so happy to taste such a little sweetness.

Zhou Ziheng was simply a stimulant for him, the slightest pick on the tip of his nails would have killed him.

After finishing the kiss, Zhou Ziheng still felt embarrassed. He closed his eyes and lay on his back, pretending to be sleepy, "I'm going to sleep for a while."

"I don't know why, but my eyes hurt so much." Xia Xiqing said calmly, looking at the ceiling. Zhou Ziheng's heart twitched, as if being pricked by an invisible needle, and Xia Xiqing said to himself again, "Maybe I drank too much alcohol, and my head hurts too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing was pulled into Zhou Ziheng's arms, and he froze for a moment, "What are you doing, I'm scared."

Zhou Ziheng wrapped his arms around his back, pressed his chin against the top of his head, and said softly, "I want to hug you to sleep, is that okay?"

"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 he hugged him even tighter.

"I didn't think so, and I don't like her now either."

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

"A person like me..." Zhou Ziheng laughed at himself. He thought so too, that's why he felt so contemptuous and guilty when he found out that he was tempted. It's not good to like anyone, but I just like someone who has seen through his bad nature from the beginning, who knows that it is impossible from the beginning.

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

Xia Xiqing didn't speak. The legendary Bai Yueguang had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he didn't expect to occupy any place in Zhou Ziheng's heart. The red and white rose drama was extremely vulgar, and it had nothing to do with him whether he liked it or not.

Zhou Ziheng's chest exuded an iron temperature. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was really 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 resent it, let's keep this relationship."

When he said this, he felt that he was a fool. What is this, an invitation from a long-term girlfriend?

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

Before he finished speaking, he heard a low rhetorical question from above his head.

"Aren't you afraid that I like you?"

Xia Xiqing was startled for a moment, then smiled again, the laughter was very nice.

"No, you know who I am best. I can't fool you, and you won't like me." With a firm tone, he kissed Zhou Ziheng's side neck, somehow, as if he had found a temptation Emboldened, "Now this relationship is very good, stable and safe."

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, which was a tacit understanding in Xia Xiqing's view.

It's really strange, for Zhou Ziheng's acquiescence, he himself finds it inconceivable. Maybe Zhou Ziheng just fell in love with him once because he couldn't control himself for a while. But it doesn't matter, there will be a second time for the first time, no matter how noble the character is, it can't stand the sensory stimulation of the lower animals.

After a long time, he finally heard Zhou Ziheng speak again.

"If you let me know that you are still hanging out with others," his voice was as deep as deep water, and there was no emotional fluctuation in every word, "I will kill you."

The effect of this sentence coming out of his mouth is ten thousand times more terrifying than the literal meaning. Anyone can say whatever they want, but this person is Zhou Ziheng, the kind and compassionate idealist.

Xia Xiqing was so taken aback that he could barely turn his head. He could only reluctantly regard this as Zhou Ziheng's distrust of his chaotic private life, and he could understand that this kind of thing was not a joke.

In order to comfort him, he raised his head and kissed Zhou Ziheng's chin.

"I never paid attention to anyone after I met you." Xia Xiqing stroked the line of Zhou Ziheng's side neck with his hand, as if stroking a perfect work of art, "You think I'm lying, I don't deny it .but it's true."

Zhou Ziheng hoped it was true. At this moment, he even wished morbidly that his eyes would be broken, and he could only see himself in his whole life.

He suddenly understood those people who were obsessed with collecting.

At this moment, how much he wished that the artist in his arms could become his own artwork. Without thinking, without action, without that unpredictable heart, I can only show him my beauty quietly.

terrible. Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe that he would have such a sick idea.

Xia Xiqing didn't wait for Zhou Ziheng's response, he was too tired, his body was hollowed out by the excessive release and the strong alcohol the night before, and Zhou Ziheng's embrace was so warm that he quickly fell into a dream.

It was a rare good dream, so good that I couldn't remember the content when I woke up.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Ziheng had already left. The quilt was empty, he stretched out his hand to explore, and he was the only one left on the bed. What surprised him the most was that he had been put on new clothes all over his body, including a dark red hooded sweater, denim jeans, and even socks.

Xia Xiqing couldn't figure out why there were such people in the world. His tenderness seemed to be innate, as inexhaustible as the sun's rays. Perhaps he has been surrounded by love since he was born, and it is so easy to be gentle when it is infused into the blood.

Not like myself. The love that can be shown is all fake imitations, and the tenderness to others is self-overdraft.

Zhou Ziheng's clothes were stained with the scent of his usual perfume, the citrus scent that has been stripped of sweetness, clear and long-lasting, as if you could touch a mountain spring that has just melted snow with your hands, and every drop that flows between your fingers is a creation of the sun .

He sat on the bed with his arms around his knees, his chin resting on his arms for a long time, until he finally got out of the bed from the half-dream and half-awake state.

After washing up, I found sandwiches and milk on the coffee table in the room, and a handwritten note, written like a person.

[I'm catching a plane and leaving first, so I don't have to return this set of clothes. ]

Xia Xiqing chuckled, this guy really has nothing to say. He flipped the note over casually, and unexpectedly found that there was also a line written on the other side.

[You may dislike my aesthetics, but I have tried several pieces and this one looks the best on you. ]

The aesthetic is indeed as childish as ever, this eye-catching color...

Xia Xiqing looked down at the sweater he was wearing, and suddenly found that there was a line of letters printed on it.

Born to be Loved.

The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng's mental journey of looking for clothes:

This one should look good on him, and he looks good in white—and this one too! But I have worn this one several times, and it would be troublesome if he was photographed wearing it—this one looks good—ah, what should I do if it looks good? Just this one! White skin looks good in red, this line is written for him, my baby was born to be loved! (And this is a birthday present from my mother~)