"I can't stand flirting, kid." Looking at Zhou Ziheng who was furious, Xia Xiqing picked up the drink with satisfaction and took a sip, and smiled and bit the mouth of the straw. "This is a punishment for you just woke me up."

"Are you reasonable?" Zhou Ziheng stepped on the edge of the dressing table irritably.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and said, "What reason? I am the reason." After that, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng's foot stepping beside him. Just as he was about to reach out, Zhou Ziheng saw through it at a glance and took back his foot.

"I'm so afraid of me." Xia Xiqing smiled, "Hey, do you want to know other cosmetics? I can tell you."

Zhou Ziheng covered his ears, stood up from the chair and walked out.

Looking at the man's back, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

What.

This is too cute.

The re-shooting officially began, and all the staff were ready. Xia Xiqing, who had completed the overall shape, walked to the studio. The layout inside was still unchanged, and it was still the same black background and the chair.

"Let's change the second version cover. Xi Qing, you're still sitting on the chair, but this time it's cooler." Lin Mo arranged for Xia Xiqing to sit on the burgundy upholstered chair before, reached out to fix his collar, and said softly with a smile.

"Attack a little."

Xia Xiqing, who was crossing his legs, looked at him contemptuously, and his tongue impatiently pushed the inner wall of his mouth, and then slid down the teeth.

Zhou Ziheng, who was being tidied up his hat and hairstyle by a stylist, could not see Xia Xiqing's expression, and could only see Lin Mo bent down and approach Xia Xiqing's face from a distance.

"Ziheng, why did you frown? Did I just pull your hair?"

Zhou Ziheng immediately came back to his senses, "Oh no, nothing."

The makeup artist lady came over, "Ziheng, Lin Mo said he needed to draw a little wound on the corner of your mouth."

The re-shooting officially began. Unlike the previous posture, Xia Xiqing sat on the chair with her legs crossed her legs, resting her right elbow on the armrest of the exquisite carved walnut chair, and the back of her hand was supported by a slightly raised chin. Her posture was lazy and her eyes were despised.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the ground, leaning his back against the chair, bent his left leg, stretched his right leg, raised his head slightly, and raised his mouth with blood, and his eyes were full of disdain.

The biggest difference from the previous version is that Zhou Ziheng had a black belt tied around his slender neck, and the metal firmly stuck the side neck. The other end of the belt was held in his hand by Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the chair, and it was tightly pulled, as if he was pulling his own pet.

Killers and victims, imprisoners and perpetrators.

Black and white are reversed, and the situation is reversed.

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