Seeing Xia Xiqing turn her face and her ears are all red in abnormal condition, Zhou Ziheng got out of the car and simply carried Xia Xiqing out directly.

"You... let me go..."

Zhou Ziheng just pretended that nothing had been heard, and walked towards the elevator with big strides. Xia Xiqing tried his best to make him look normal. His hands with little strength were left to push Zhou Ziheng's chest, "Let go..."

The elevator was narrow and quiet, and Xia Xiqing's abnormal breathing seemed particularly clear. Zhou Ziheng's arms were filled with his scent. The light perfume he used fermented a beautiful smell at this moment. It was tightly like an airtight net, entangling Xia Xiqing, and only those unspeakable desires overflowed from the grid, like sticky honey.

And he had nowhere to escape.

His eyes were sore that he saw Zhou Ziheng preparing to take him back to his home like this, and the dull knife with rationality was stabbed to the bottom, Xia Xiqing almost begged tone.

"I want to go back to my own home..." His hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's shirt on his chest tightly, and his voice trembled, "I...I'm drugged...you let me go..."

"I know." Zhou Ziheng opened his door, said nothing more, and carried him to the sofa.

He knew that Zhao Ke would say those words for his own good, and he had imagined that he would make further progress with Xia Xiqing, but this was definitely not the case.

But if, just imagining that scene, Zhou Ziheng felt that he would go crazy and completely collapse. He had accumulated too many dark emotions and could lose Xia Xiqing's thoughts at any time to torture him day after day. Every time Xia Xiqing approached him and kissed him, there was a dagger in his chest, which cut his heart one by one.

Xia Xiqing's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his lips were burned dry and red, slightly open. He seemed unwilling to see him, put the back of his hands on his eyes, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

Zhou Ziheng took out the ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the lid and handed it to his mouth, "Drink some water."

Xia Xiqing, who was extremely thirsty, turned her face and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand with her burning hands. Ice water flowed out from the corner of his mouth, soaking her collarbone with a white shirt. Zhou Ziheng recognized it at a glance. This was the shirt he wore when he and Xia Xiqing first met.

He quickly drank all the water. Xia Xiqing's symptoms did not improve much, but after recovering a little strength, he tried to sit up from the sofa. However, the medicine was too strong. His hands just supported him and slid down from the edge of the sofa. He fell into Zhou Ziheng's arms half-squatting in front of the sofa, and his lips pressed against Zhou Ziheng's neck.

He shook his whole body like a conditioned reflex and tried to push Zhou Ziheng away violently, but he had no strength at all. He was about to go crazy and was about to die.

"Let me go... Zhou Ziheng..." Xia Xiqing felt that there were two selfs tearing in her body.

A believer who has become a desire, and another is afraid of being seen by Zhou Ziheng in the final ugly situation.

"It's okay, Xi Qing." Zhou Ziheng kissed the top of his head and hugged him tightly in his arms, "I will find a way, it's okay."

The two split people stood at both ends of the saw, holding hands tightly, fighting for the dominance of this body, and carrying out a cruel tug of war in Xia Xiqing's heart.

"I'm so hot..." Xia Xiqing's voice was wrapped in hot air and sprayed on Zhou Ziheng's chest. As time passed, the party occupied by desire seemed to have absolute dominance. Xia Xiqing was about to lose consciousness.

Zhou Ziheng could feel that the person in his arms was twisting his hot body, like a deformed trapped beast, making unfocusable sobs, fragile and exposed. From vague words, it gradually became Zhou Ziheng's name.

Xia Xiqing licked and kissed Zhou Ziheng's neck, without any rules and no taboos. From the side of his neck to the chin, he kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips as he wished, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Xi Qing, Xi Qing..." Zhou Ziheng pulled him away, stood up almost unkindly, trying to pick up Xia Xiqing, "I'll take you to take a shower. You are not awake now."

The effect of the medicine reached its peak. Xia Xiqing had completely lost his mind. He curled up softly on the ground like a snake that was about to be roasted, stretching out his hand and grasping Zhou Ziheng's trouser legs.

"Ziheng...can you..."

"No." Zhou Ziheng spoke decisively, not knowing who he was rejecting, whether it was Xia Xiqing who had lost his mind at this moment, or another self who was so despicable that he was eager to take advantage of the situation.

Hearing these two words, Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and turned over, half-squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling. His violent breathing made him unable to finish the whole sentence in a complete manner. He actually thought that he wanted to say to him in an indifferent or even sarcastic tone as usual, but now he could only be intermittent, embarrassingly as ugly as a faminer who is not picky about food.

"Then I...I'll go find someone else...I originally...I...I don't want to see you..."

Anyone can see the worst side of me. But you can't.

You've seen too much, you're so good.

"I'm going..." Xia Xiqing reached out and touched his pants pocket, as if he was looking for a cell phone.

Zhou Ziheng was finally driven crazy. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's collar, his eyes turned red, and every word was bitten and he could only say it after he could bite his teeth.

"You dare."

"Xia Xiqing, I said, if you dare to find someone else, I will kill you." Zhou Ziheng could no longer control his trembling hands, and only what Xia Xiqing had just said was left in his mind, "You are the only one, have you seen it, no matter whether you want to see it or not, you are the only one!"

He no longer knew what he was talking about. Those despicable and vicious genes seemed to be blown out of thin air from his blood, completely dominating his body.

"Do I have anything to do with you..." Xia Xiqing's eyes also turned red, and his neck was so tight that he couldn't breathe. "Zhou Ziheng... do we have something to do?"

The dagger was finally about to cut off his heart.

"Who are you me..." Xia Xiqing's whole body was tingling, "We were just playing at the beginning...I'm now..." His brows were tightly furrowed, the fire had burned him through, "I've had enough of you... Let me go..."

Play with...

"impossible."

"Xia Xiqing, you are the only one in your life, you are the only one."

I love you so much that I dare not get close to you.

"Look at me." Zhou Ziheng pinched his chin hard, "No matter what relationship you think we are, you are my Zhou Ziheng."

Hearing this sentence, Xia Xiqing sneered weakly and cruelly, "Ha, is that right..."

"Ziheng...Ziheng..." His hands were holding Zhou Ziheng's chest weakly, trying to touch his warm skin, but his fingertips couldn't exert any strength. This kind of scratching was really harsh. Zhou Ziheng frowned and kissed him, while holding his restless hand and pressing it on his waist.

"Hold me."

He is standing on the brink of heaven and hell at this moment.

Jump down and die with each other.

"Respond...Ziheng...Zhou Ziheng..."

"Um...um..."

"I want to do... Zhou Ziheng..."

"Stop torture me..."

Who is torturing whom?

"Ziheng...I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Xi Qing, I..."

"Look at me, who am I?"

"Ziheng..."

"you……"

do you like me.

"No, let me go..."

When it was almost dawn, Xia Xiqing was finally completely hollowed out. Zhou Ziheng hugged him tightly, and he was afraid that the next second, the person would disappear in front of him.
Chapter completed!