It took the entire team four hours just to shoot the cover and inside pages of the magazine. Fortunately, the results are beyond everyone's imagination, so everyone is very satisfied despite the hard work.

"This time there must be no second in the magazine." The director sat next to Zhou Ziheng, "The filming is so good that it can be selected for the annual cover."

Zhou Ziheng smiled modestly and said nothing.

"I found that the two of you really don't talk much in your life." The director found it very interesting, "I thought the rumors on the Internet were all fake."

Zhou Ziheng glanced at Xia Xiqing who was leaning on the sofa and fell asleep, "In fact, we only met each other after recording "Escape from the Sky", and we are not very familiar yet."

While saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his words were really unbelievable.

They even kissed, but couldn't find any suitable words to define the relationship between them. It's so weird.

"I heard that Xiao Xia is your fan. I seem to have seen the paintings he drew for you before." The director said while flipping through Weibo hot spots, "I saw it yesterday... ah, that's it .”

But as soon as he turned it on, he realized something was wrong, "Wait a minute, oh, this is Shang Sirui's painting, oops, I made a mistake." The director showed a little embarrassment on his face, and put the phone back into his coat pocket.

"It's okay." Although Zhou Ziheng was not feeling very well, he still maintained a demeanor and calmness on his face, "You can go to his Weibo to see, his Weibo is full of my paintings."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng regretted it. His behavior like this was like declaring his sovereignty.

And as long as you click on his Weibo, you can see the cp blog he liked.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

"The painting is really good. I heard it is beautiful." The director nodded appreciatively, "The aesthetic style of the academic school is different."

The venue for the magazine interview was set up, and Ronaldinho walked over, "Zi Heng, the interview will be held later, do you want to add some makeup or something?"

"No need." Zhou Ziheng turned his face to the side and saw Xia Xiqing locked on another sofa, huddled up, his whole face covered by his hair, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly to Xiao Luo, " Go and wake him up."

Xiao Luo let out an oh, walked over, and shook Xia Xiqing's shoulder lightly. Xia Xiqing, who was in a drowsy sleep, frowned. He was always very angry when he got up. He turned over to face the sofa cushions, buried himself in it, and turned his back to Xiao Luo, as if he didn't want to wake up at all. .

"...Xi Qing?"

Xia Xiqing was really sleep-deprived. He didn't sleep the night before. Shooting magazines almost emptied his insufficient energy. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the sofa during the break. open your eyes.

"Ziheng," Xiao Luo turned around and asked Zhou Ziheng for help, "Xi Qing doesn't seem to remember much..."

Glancing at Xia Xiqing's back huddled on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng sighed, "You go and call a makeup artist for me first, I guess I still need to touch up my makeup later." Just as Ronaldinho was about to leave, Zhou Ziheng said again , "By the way, bring me another glass of water, thank you."

Seeing Xiao Luo walking away, Zhou Ziheng finally sat down on the sofa where Xia Xiqing was lying, and reached out to touch his shoulder, "Hey, I'm up." Xia Xiqing, who buried his head in the cushion, let out a muffled snort. He moved his shoulders, and fell asleep on his own with a determined refusal to cooperate.

There was no other way, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to grab one of his arms, trying to pull him up forcibly, just after pulling him up a little, he heard Xia Xiqing, who half-closed his eyes and frowning, scolded him in a calm voice, "Fuck, I'm so annoying. "He stretched out his hand to push Zhou Ziheng away, but Zhou Ziheng grabbed his wrist instead. After all, he was in a half-dream and half-awake state, and Xia Xiqing could barely struggle.

"You have to get up even if you're bored." Zhou Ziheng pulled him up and sat up. Xia Xiqing, who covered his face with his hair, seemed to be shrouded in low air pressure. Elbows were resting on the cushions, and white palms were propping up the drowsy and lowered head.

Why does he feel uncomfortable.

"Have a headache...?" Zhou Ziheng reached out to brush his hair, but Xia Xiqing frowned and avoided it.

The way he looks now, he really looks like a cat with a bad temper. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

It was so exhausting, Xia Xiqing didn't want to say a word, he was still on the verge of half-dream and half-awake, top-heavy, as if he would fall to a very deep place in the next moment.

Zhou Ziheng's voice was getting farther and farther away, as if it was coming from the sky

sleepy.

"How do you feel..." In the middle of speaking, Xia Xiqing, who had just been picked up by him and sat cross-legged, fell asleep again, and fell straight into Zhou Ziheng's arms.

"...more tired than me." Subconsciously finishing what he hadn't finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng caught Xia Xiqing in a daze, and naturally wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

His head rested on his chest, his slightly curly hair was soft and looked easy to touch.

In the noisy studio, everyone was walking anxiously and hurrying back and forth, all kinds of voices filled their ears. What was mysterious was that Zhou Ziheng could almost hear Xia Xiqing's tired and steady breathing at this moment.

Mixed with his beating heartbeat.

What's going on here?

"Ziheng."

The subconscious imagination was interrupted, Zhou Ziheng helped Xia Xiqing up all at once, the movement was so fast, Xia Xiqing woke up all of a sudden, and opened his eyes dissatisfied.

Zhou Ziheng coughed, stood up unnaturally and said to the makeup artist behind Ronaldinho, "Well, he just fell asleep, and he may need to touch up his makeup. It's troublesome."

Xiao Luo was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, he was afraid to touch it and supported it with the other hand, "Ziheng, this..."

Zhou Ziheng smelled the aroma of coffee, frowned and looked at Xiao Luo dissatisfied, "Did I just say I want coffee?"

"You said you want water. I saw there was a coffee machine and I got it for you. Drink it quickly and it's still hot." Xiao Luo had an expression on his face that he praised me for his wit.

Zhou Ziheng lifted his breath and took the coffee. He originally thought that Xia Xi should drink some water when he woke up, but Xiao Luo poured him coffee on his own initiative. I glanced at my watch, it was almost ten o'clock, can I still sleep after drinking coffee?

"Ziheng, don't you drink?"

Seeing Xiao Luo's puzzled expression, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to drink the coffee by himself, frowning and handing him the cup, "It's so bitter. If you get me another glass of water, it's just plain water."

"Oh." Ronaldinho took the cup in confusion and walked away. Zhou Ziheng turned his head and saw Xia Xiqing laying his head on the sofa with his eyes closed, letting the makeup artist make up and hair for him.

"Xi Qing, your skin is so good, why is it so good after staying up late."

Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and smiled tiredly, "Really? It's okay."

"Ziheng's skin is also very good," the makeup artist looked back at Zhou Ziheng who was standing next to him, "Ziheng, I feel that your skin has been very good since you were young. I still remember when you were young, some people said that you would grow up Disabled, haha, who knows that the longer you are, the more handsome you will be."

Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the sofa with his head up, opened his eyes and saw Zhou Ziheng standing there. Thinking that he was the one who had been arguing for him to sleep just now, he grabbed a small cushion on the sofa and threw it at Zhou Ziheng.

Very childish.

Zhou Ziheng caught it all at once, tilted his head, and gave him a look, as if he was asking him what he was doing.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows angrily, and rolled his eyes aside.

"You two have a good relationship." The makeup artist lady smiled gossipingly, "I heard that Xi Qing is Ziheng's big fan. You probably liked him when he was a child star, right?"

"Nope," Xia Xiqing laughed, his eyes curved into beautiful arcs again, "I haven't seen the characters he played when he was young, and I don't even know what he looked like when he was young."

"Huh?" The makeup artist put away the toolbox and stood up, "You really are a fake fan."

Being hit, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Suddenly, the pillow that he had thrown before was thrown straight back, Xia Xiqing quickly reached out to catch it, and folded his hands in front of his chest. Zhou Ziheng glanced elsewhere, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers with an unhappy face, turned and walked to another place.

It's really fierce to throw it in the face. Xia Xiqing put the cushion aside with a smile, patted it lightly with his hand twice, stood up and stretched.

Before the interview, the editor-in-chief called to notify them to temporarily arrange another set of covers to be released together, so they had to temporarily remodel them.

"Has Xi Qing never worked so hard?" Shane smiled and tore off the special effect "wound" on his face.

"It's okay, I used to stay up all night when I was doing my homework." Xia Xiqing pinched his neck, watched Xiao Luo walking towards him, and handed him a glass of water, "Thank you, so considerate, I happen to be thirsty."

Xiao Luo smiled shyly, and was about to say that Zi Heng asked him to bring it, when he turned his head and saw Zi Heng winking at him, so he shut up and smiled, and scratched his hair unnaturally.

The new shape still continues the previous gloomy Gothic style. The stylist gave Xia Xiqing a court-style white silk shirt with a layered lace bow tie. His slightly curly hair was tied into a half bun, leaving a strand of hair in front of his forehead.

The wound makeup on Xia Xiqing's face was also removed, and replaced with a more delicate and clean base makeup. The previous light eye makeup was also discarded, and he painted black all-inclusive eyeliner, blended with dark brown eye shadow, and the ends of the eyes Slightly pick up along the shape of the peach blossom eyes.

"My God, Xi Qing, you are too suitable for heavy makeup." The makeup artist finished his makeup, gently held his chin, and sat in the mirror for the final check of his makeup, "You really look good, let's debut Xi Qing, then hire me to be your exclusive makeup artist hahaha."

Xia Xiqing looked in the mirror. To be honest, he was not used to this monstrous makeup, so he had to smile.

Turning his head, he found that Zhou Ziheng was also transforming. He changed his previous turtleneck sweater and wore a black hooded jacket with a white low-necked inner layer. The hair that had been blown up before was put down, and he made a hairstyle with side-parted bangs, half-hidden His superior forehead, light makeup. The stylist put the hat on for him, and he looked like a mysterious teenager in the mirror.

It's not the same style as the previous ascetic killer, but like a little wolf dog wandering outside.

After tidying up the looks, Shane called out the makeup artists of the two, "Lin Mo wants to discuss with you the overall look of the second version, as well as some props," she said hello to the two people sitting in front of the mirror , "Zi Heng Xi Qing, sit down and rest for a while, the filming is about to begin."

Xia Xiqing turned his head and smiled at Shane. The moment the door of the dressing room was closed, the gentle and innocent smile on his face gradually faded into a half-smile expression. He stood up, took a sip of the drink prepared by the staff, and walked over to Zhou Ziheng who was playing with his phone with his head down, as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Ziheng was so bored, he opened Weibo to see what new melons he could eat, and when he opened it, it was the interface of his own account. He was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone on the ground.

"what are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing's index finger and thumb were still pulling Zhou Ziheng's face, while holding the drink in the other hand, he bit the straw and replied vaguely, "It's nothing, I just want to know if you have such a fierce face, will your face be hard?" .” His eyes curved up, “I didn’t expect it to be quite soft.”

Zhou Ziheng patted his hand away irritably, but Xia Xiqing unexpectedly grabbed his hand holding the phone, "Why were you so nervous just now, as if someone stepped on your tail," Xia Xiqing moved his face closer to Zhou Ziheng's, The voice became playful, "Are you looking at something indescribable?"

Feeling guilty, Zhou Ziheng broke away Xia Xiqing's hand, put the phone back in his pocket, uttered a few words pretending to be cold, and looked up at him, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Oh~" Xia Xiqing drew a long tail, straightened up, walked to the dressing table, put down the drink, turned and leaned on the table, "I almost forgot, we are not surprised by Ziheng, and we have experienced many battles. ah."

Can this thread still pass. Zhou Ziheng regretted it to death, he had so much free time to stand up for this prodigal son. He closed his hat irritably, and pretended not to see Xia Xiqing with a look of refusal to cooperate.

Xia Xiqing, with an indifferent expression, turned his head to look at the scattered cosmetics on the dressing table.

"Hey, I have a question for you."

Zhou Ziheng still frowned, and asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing stepped on the rail of Zhou Ziheng's chair, handed a square cosmetic in a black package to Zhou Ziheng's face, and opened the lid with a snap, "Big star, you are put on makeup every day, and you know the color number of this is what?"

Glancing at the cosmetics in his hand, it was a square powder-like thing, flesh pink, that looked like blush. Zhou Ziheng glanced at him speechlessly, "How do I know?"

"You don't know, let me tell you." Xia Xiqing stretched out his finger to wipe the blush on, bent over and leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, pushed away Zhou Ziheng's hood with his blush-stained fingers, and squeezed his hood earlobe.

His voice contained a warm breath and a frivolous smile, and the flesh-pink powder was gently crushed against Zhou Ziheng's earlobe.

The other hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's belt viciously and pulled it out.

"Deepthroat."

Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat stopped for a second. When he realized it, he felt his whole body was burning. He pushed Xia Xiqing away, but the ruffian perpetrator was so happy that he leaned on the dressing table and laughed.

"I can't help flirting, kid." Looking at Zhou Ziheng, who was furious, Xia Xiqing took a sip of the drink in satisfaction, and bit the mouth of the straw with a smile, "This is punishment for waking me up just now."

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

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

"So afraid of me." Xia Xiqing laughed, "Hey, do you want to know about other cosmetics, I can tell you."

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

Looking at this person's back, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

what.

This is too cute.

The supplementary shooting officially started, and all the staff were ready. Xia Xiqing, who had completed the overall modeling, walked to the studio. The layout inside remained unchanged, with the same black background and that chair.

"Let's change our thinking for the cover of the second edition. 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 previous wine-red upholstered chair, and stretched out his hand to straighten his collar , said softly with a smile.

"Attack a little."

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

Zhou Ziheng, who was being adjusted his hat and hairstyle by the stylist, could not see Xia Xiqing's expression, but could only see Lin Mo bending over Xia Xiqing's face from a distance.

"Ziheng, why are you frowning, did I just pull your hair?"

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

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

The reshoot officially started. Unlike the previous posture, Xia Xiqing sat on the chair with his legs crossed, the elbow of his right hand resting on the armrest of the delicately carved walnut chair, the slightly raised chin resting on the back of his hand, his posture was lazy, and his eyes were contemptuous.

Zhou Ziheng was sitting on the ground, leaning against the chair with his left leg bent, his right leg stretched out, his head in a black hood raised slightly, the wound at the corner of his mouth was oozing blood, and his eyes were full of disdain.

The biggest difference from the previous edition is that Zhou Ziheng's slender neck is tied with a black belt, the metal is firmly stuck to the side of the neck, and the other end of the belt is held tightly by Xia Xiqing who is sitting on the chair. , like pulling your own pet.

Killer and victim, prisoner and perpetrator.

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

The author has something to say: In fact, I just want to take a look at Nars' blush—DeepThroat (deep throat)

Xia Xiqing, if you continue to act like this, the little wolf dog in your family will fight back one day. [speak earnestly and earnestly]