What is this man doing?

He was flirting with himself again? ! Obviously there is another one inside.

Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's restless hand, "What do you want to do?"

Xia Xiqing's eyes turned lazily to the wrist Zhou Ziheng was holding, then glanced over again, looked into his eyes, and said expressionlessly, "It hurts."

Completely subconsciously, Zhou Ziheng felt that he had done something wrong, and immediately let go of Xia Xiqing's wrist, and opened his mouth. The word "sorry" was on his lips, and he suddenly realized.

No, it was obviously this person who molested him first, so why should he apologize.

Xia Xiqing really liked the feeling of teasing Zhou Ziheng to anger, and restraining him who was on the verge of going crazy with his sense of morality. It's like a little tiger, fierce and fierce, teasing him a little bit makes him blow his fur, and then covers him in a delicate and beautiful cage, watching him go berserk and unable to attack inside. Going on like this is nothing more than two results, tame him, or be swallowed by him.

Obviously, the confident and proud Xia Xiqing could only consider the former.

"Do you think we are destined by fate?" Xia Xiqing rubbed the wrist that Zhou Ziheng held just now, "How come we just become neighbors? Let me explain in advance, I really didn't know you lived here." shoulder, Xia Xiqing looked at the house over there, "Live alone?"

Zhou Ziheng didn't answer his question, and took a step to the left to block Xia Xiqing's view.

It seems that he lives alone. Xia Xiqing smiled, "I also live alone."

"So you can bring back whoever you want?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him expressionlessly, his words tinged with sarcasm.

"Look at what you said, do I have to ask you for instructions if I bring someone back?" Xia Xiqing was still smiling, but Zhou Ziheng was choked by his words, and didn't know what to say for a while. He also felt strange, why he was so aggressive here, why he was so angry, obviously he knew Xia Xiqing's true face better than anyone else, so he should have noticed it long ago, what did his promiscuity have to do with him.

There is no reason to interfere with his private life.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was silent, Xia Xiqing continued, "So... don't be surprised if you hear something you shouldn't hear." He tucked the hair scattered on his cheeks behind his ears, "But for such an expensive house, the sound insulation should be Not bad."

The breath in Zhou Ziheng's chest became deeper and more uncomfortable, his face darkened, "If I hear it, I will move out immediately."

"Where to move?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows at him, his voice softened, and he smiled, "Move to my house."

Shameless.

Zhou Ziheng once again showed a disgusted expression, and suddenly saw the door behind Xia Xiqing open a little bit, with a head peeking through the door, it was clearly the child who just went in. His frown deepened, and he took out the mask from his windbreaker pocket, ready to turn around and leave.

After dinner, I called Xiao Luo and asked him to call the moving company to come and move today, even overnight.

Who knew that as soon as he took a step, he felt suddenly hugged by someone from behind, holding him so tightly that he couldn't even move a step. Zhou Ziheng turned around inexplicably, and it turned out to be the kid in the dark green school uniform just now.

"You, what are you doing?"

Xia Xiuze raised his head and looked up at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "Well, Brother Ziheng! I really like you! I'm your die-hard fan! Don't leave, sign me up!"

What the hell?

Not only Zhou Ziheng, but also Xia Xiqing couldn't figure out what this guy was doing suddenly.

"No...you let me go first." Zhou Ziheng struggled to break Xia Xiuze's hand, and was afraid that it would hurt him too much, "Let go quickly."

"I don't! Brother Ziheng, why are you going?"

This kid yelled at his elder brother Ziheng smoothly. Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes, walked up and grabbed Xia Xiuze's arm, "What are you fussing about?"

Even if his brother came forward, Xia Xiuze still held Zhou Ziheng relentlessly and refused to let him go, "What do you say."

"Eat, I'll go eat." Zhou Ziheng still maintained his final demeanor as a star, "You can let me go."

Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Come to my house to eat, my brother is cooking!"

elder brother? ? ?

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing in bewilderment, and Xia Xiqing kicked Xia Xiuze's leg directly, "Who the **** said I'm going to cook?"

"Ouch." Xia Xiuze showed an aggrieved face, turned his **** and hid behind Zhou Ziheng's back, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around his waist. Seeing that Xia Xiqing wanted to make a move, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but subconsciously block Xia Xiuze , "Don't do it."

What is this all about? Xia Xiqing felt bored, "What does it matter to you if I hit my brother?"

"It's really your brother..." Zhou Ziheng said to himself, and turned his head to look at the cowardly boy behind him, not to mention, his eyebrows and eyes look alike. Zhou Ziheng felt much more relieved, and the breath he had been hanging on before seemed to be relieved suddenly.

The anger was vented just now, but a sense of guilt welled up in my heart. Just now I couldn't help but believe that this child was his little lover, which was completely a misunderstanding based on prejudice. Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, his brows were slightly frowned, looking very displeased.

"Brother Ziheng, come to my house for dinner." Xia Xiuze took the opportunity and started to take advantage of the loopholes again.

"Xia Xiuze, what are you messing with, is it itchy?"

"Don't do it, don't do it, we're all family." Zhou Ziheng stood in front of him like an eagle catching chickens, resignedly persuading him.

"Who is in the family with whom? Are you in the family with me?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, there was no smile on his face, and his bad nature was fully revealed. He didn't bother to talk nonsense to these two people anymore, "Okay, Xia Xiuze, let me see what kind of tricks you are playing with me." After speaking, he turned around and kicked the door open, and walked in.

Seeing his brother go in, Xia Xiuze let go of Zhou Ziheng, put his hands together in a begging gesture, "Brother Ziheng, I really like you very much, the one you played...Yang Wei, and Feng Ziming, I love you I like it very much." While talking, Xia Xiuze said to himself, don't make any mistakes, and just asked a female student in the class.

Zhou Ziheng stared at the kid in front of him, wondering if he is really my fan? Thinking about it again, Xia Xiqing himself is a well-known painter in the fan circle, and it seems reasonable for his younger brother to be a fan.

Just like that, the innocent and kind superstar Zhou Ziheng was fooled by a small "fake" fan with sweet talk and rainbow farts into the wolf den of another big "fake" fan.

Sitting on the big sofa in the living room of Xia Xiqing's house, Zhou Ziheng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Xia Xiuze first sat next to him with a playful smile, and asked him a bunch of questions like checking his household registration.

"Brother Ziheng, do you have a brother? How many people are in your family?"

"What does your brother do? Where's your father?"

"What about your mother? Are your parents on good terms?"

"How often do you go home?"

"How many times have you been in love?"

"You..." Xia Xiuze was about to continue asking, when the collar at the back of his neck was suddenly picked up, and when he looked back, it was his own brother who was smiling.

"You die for me."

"Oh." Xia Xiuze pursed his lips resentfully, got up from the sofa, giggled at Zhou Ziheng, and followed Xia Xiqing into the kitchen.

"Tell me." Xia Xiqing bowed his waist and searched in the brand-new cabinet. After searching for a long time, he only found a small cooking pot and a spatula. "What are you doing?"

"No." Xia Xiuze rubbed his palms together like a little fly, squatted down with his brother, coughed, and said cautiously, "Um...brother, I think you seem to like brother Ziheng very much. I want to help you find out..." Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing slapped his forehead hard with a spatula, "Who told you that I like him?"

Xia Xiuze rubbed his head aggrievedly, "But...I really think...brother, you drew a lot of his portraits, and you didn't get angry when he misunderstood you just now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xia Xiqing sneer and stood up.

"It's because I don't like it that I don't bother to explain."

"Then why are you afraid that I'll get involved?" Xia Xiuze also stood up, "If you don't like him, it doesn't matter if I mess with him."

Really... Xia Xiqing couldn't refute this little fool's words for a while, he gave him a rather displeased look, and grabbed Xia Xiuze's school uniform collar, "You don't meddle in my affairs, I will never like him."

Xia Xiuze laughed a few times, and immediately showed a begging expression, and opened his brother's fingers one by one, "I know, I won't interfere, I won't interfere." Moved to the outside of the kitchen, and when he was about to leave the kitchen door, he said in a very low voice, "Don't set a flag for yourself, brother."

Then he ran away quickly with the desire to survive.

Recently, he was really too kind to him. He didn't hit the house for three days. Xia Xiqing cursed in a low voice and kicked the cabinet door.

Sitting alone on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng was embarrassed and bored, and could only turn his head to look at the house. There are only two households on this floor, one occupies the east half and the other occupies the west half. They basically have the same layout, but Xia Xiqing, who studied art, is obviously different. The decoration of the home is full of his personal style, mixed with black and white. A few red color blocks, incomplete sexual frigidity and incomplete enthusiasm.

"Brother Ziheng..."

Xia Xiuze's voice came out suddenly, which startled Zhou Ziheng, and when he turned around, he saw him lying on the side of the sofa, looking at him with a lovely smile on his face.

To be honest, Xia Xiuze's smile was almost exactly the same as Xia Xiqing's, and Zhou Ziheng almost overlapped their faces.

If Xia Xiqing smiled at himself like this, telling himself...

"Brother Ziheng?"

The strange fantasies that popped up in his mind were all disturbed by Zhou Ziheng's rationality, he looked at Xia Xiuze in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"No," Xia Xiuze knelt on the carpet, moved to Zhou Ziheng's side bit by bit, and looked up at him with a smile, "I just want to ask you, can you cook?"

When Zhou Ziheng walked to the kitchen, Xia Xiqing was standing in front of the induction cooker holding a mobile phone. Before he walked in, Zhou Ziheng noticed a smell of burnt food. He immediately stepped forward and turned off the induction cooker.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to poison us to death?" Zhou Ziheng glanced at the black unknown object in the pot, "What is this?"

"Fried eggs." Xia Xi Qingqing followed Zhou Ziheng's gaze and glanced into the pot, "Can't you see it?"

Zhou Ziheng sighed, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pan, dumped the "fried eggs" inside into the trash can, washed the pan, "Let me do it, I don't want to be in the headlines of social news because of food poisoning. "

"I think you just don't want to be found out that something happened in my house." Xia Xiqing shrugged, leaned back on the counter with a smile, took off the apron on his body and threw it aside, gently tapping the marble countertop with his fingers, "Tsk , have something to do with someone like me..."

His tail sound was the same as usual, drawn lightly and long, like flirting, and it didn't matter if he habitually teased himself.

"sorry."

Xia Xiqing froze for a moment, even stopping the movement of his fingers.

While pouring oil into the pot, Zhou Ziheng said to himself, "I was wrong just now, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have been looking at you with colored glasses and judged everything you do with inherent prejudice. , It's irrational and unfair." He held the egg with one hand and cracked it by the side of the pan, and the sound of sizzling fried eggs made the kitchen even more silent. Zhou Ziheng was also very disturbed, he didn't know if his apology was sincere, and he didn't know what Xia Xiqing was thinking when he was silent.

"I..." / "Why are you apologizing?"

The two spoke at the same time, and ended awkwardly at the same time.

"I just want to apologize," Zhou Ziheng put the fried eggs on a plate, "It was my fault for misunderstanding you, and I should apologize if I made a mistake, and I won't slander you without evidence in the future."

"Evidence?" Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "Why, do you still think that there will be a day when you will be caught in bed?"

Zhou Ziheng choked suddenly, Xia Xiqing misunderstood his meaning again, and was thinking of suitable words to explain, Xia Xiqing spoke again, with a cold tone, "You don't need to apologize, I am the kind of person you said, this time I am a Accidents are not the norm."

Xia Xiqing is a person who likes to ponder over his words over and over again. After all, lies and deceptions need time to weave. But these words, he almost blurted out, before his brain could react, after he heard Zhou Ziheng's apology.

Concern and apology were things he had never felt before, which made him vulnerable, lose his composure, and deviate from his course, but Zhou Ziheng was full of these things, as if he was the natural enemy who mastered all his weaknesses.

He turned around and washed his fingers carefully, "Don't think you know me very well. In fact, what you call 'slander' is my normal state." Such a scene made Zhou Ziheng think of the murderer in the movie. Cleanup actions after completion.

Xia Xiqing said every word lightly and slowly, and the movements of his hands did not stop. The flowing cold water passed through his fingers, "I like to pursue others, and I have witnessed with my own eyes that a person gave me his heart." The process will give me a great sense of satisfaction, but when I get it, I will get bored, and I will find ways to leave, and I don’t want to go with that heart, it’s very cumbersome." Withdrawing his hand, the flowing water drops stopped suddenly, and Xia Xiqing took a picture. One took out the kitchen paper on the countertop and wiped his water-stained fingers, "So you're right, I'm a scum."

Crumpled the wet paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, Xia Xiqing supported the counter with both hands, tilted his head to Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, this action was like a very intimate lover completing a kiss on the cheek.

Those lazy eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's side face, and whispered like a dream, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Ziheng doesn't understand why Xia Xiqing wants to spread everything out. According to his personality, it is the best policy to lie to him for as long as he can. Like a peacock spreading his tail, he will use the most gentlemanly and gentle side to attract you, seduce you, let you Willing to fall into this deception.

To be honest, not only Zhou Ziheng didn't understand, but Xia Xiqing himself didn't understand either.

He feels that the current self is very strange, not calm, not pretending, but as if he tore off his mask in a moment of impatience, and exposed a **** face to the other party.

Among the many prey he has encountered, Zhou Ziheng is the most special one. He has directly seen all the bad roots hidden in himself from the very beginning. He also took the initiative to dismantle it, clearly showing the most corrupt and ugly part of himself in front of him, like a weird work of art, which is open to appreciation and judgment.

Perhaps because of this, Zhou Ziheng became the prey Xia Xiqing wanted most in his heart.

So far, the target I most want to kill in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who had been cooking quietly all this time, suddenly turned his face to the side, and looked directly at Xia Xiqing's beautiful but frivolous eyes from a very close distance. The same indifference on the outside.

"What am I afraid of?"

Just like the last time in the secret room, Zhou Ziheng's voice was like the bells of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral, beating his heart valve one after another.

"Afraid that you will pursue me, or that I will give you my heart?"

At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt the blood flow upstream.

"If the only choices you give me are these two," Zhou Ziheng's lips curled up slightly, "I'm not afraid."

Xia Xiqing pondered Zhou Ziheng's overtones. Not afraid. To not be afraid of the former is to disdain one's own pursuit, to not be afraid of the latter is to be sure that one will not be tempted.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt that his pride had been questioned and provoked like never before. A fire suddenly lit up somewhere in his dark heart, burning his blood hot.

He stretched out his finger and gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin, before the other party could react, he raised his eyebrows with a smile, and looked at him with blatant ambiguity in his eyes.

"You better be."

The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing has an avoidant attachment personality. Attachment personality is often caused by childhood experiences. The avoidant type is a special type. The common form of expression is fear of intimacy, fear of forming and maintaining intimacy with others , often maintaining a state of pseudo-independence, suppressing their needs and desires for intimacy.

Xia Xiqing is a special type of avoidant attachment personality, that is, the type of romantic addiction. This type of people is very active in looking for intimacy, but once they establish such a relationship, they quickly become cold and ruthless. Get away as much as you can. The root of it is that I don’t believe that someone will love me, so I keep trying to find it, but I keep failing, deepening this lack of self-confidence, and trying again, I fall into a vicious circle and cannot extricate myself.