[R18] I only like your personality [Entertainment Circle] – “I Only Like Your Character [Entertainment Circle]” Chapter 57 [English]

Chapter 57 Coincidences abound

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he didn’t wait for Zhou Ziheng’s answer.But Zhou Ziheng’s arms tightly holding He’s back, his breathing getting heavier and heavier, and his aggressive kiss all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most intuitive way.

Xia Xiqing likes this feeling and likes to feel Zhou Ziheng’s strong need for him from the senses.But he was also afraid that Zhou Ziheng would actually say those two words.For him, people’s emotional changes are all curves with a single peak, brewing little by little in ambiguity, rising little by little, and reaching the peak when they sense love.

But once you reach the top, you will inevitably fall.

Like a parabola, the higher the apex, the harder the fall.

That’s good, it’s good now, he needs Zhou Ziheng, just like Zhou Ziheng also needs he, it doesn’t matter if there is no definition.

Zhou Ziheng’s kisses can’t be said to be very skillful, they are all driven by enthusiasm, wishing that he could take away his soul with just one kiss.

Unable to express his true thoughts, Zhou Ziheng could only express all his desires with his body.He has always had his own persistence and habitually avoided all things that can cause mental coma, whether it is tobacco or alcohol.

He likes to be awake all the time.

But Xia Xiqing happened to appear, and he tried his best to seduce him all the time, tease him, and disturb his original firm heart.He knew from the beginning, he understood better than anyone else, so he reminded himself repeatedly to stay away from Xia Xiqing, he was not a good person, he was a dangerous product that was flammable, explosive and full of temptations.

“Is it hot?” Xia Xiqing’s voice was covered with a thick layer of water vapor, like wet glass in a sauna. He slender fingers pulled the lower edge of Zhou Ziheng’s sweatshirt, trying to pull it up, “Take it off?”

Before the end of the intimacy, Zhou Ziheng kissed him again and took off his shirt.The critical points between men are often intense and unpredictable.He fully understood Xia Xiqing’s expectations of him, but unfortunately, even he was the one who was forced to become addicted to drugs.

He also needs to be the dominant one.

The fierce kiss made Xia Xiqing’s whole body feel hot and covered with a thin layer of sweat. The skin and the silk pajamas were so sticky that it made his brain suffocate. His consciousness and behavior were opposite. The more intense the action, the more sluggish and passive his consciousness became. The posture lying on Zhou Ziheng’s body changed from an arrogant leopard to a clingy cat.

Zhou Ziheng found an opportunity to overturn He, held Xia Xiqing’s shoulders and pressed He under him. A drop of sweat that had accumulated for a long time fell from the corner of He’s forehead and fell to Xia Xiqing’s lips.Zhou Ziheng watched helplessly as he stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked off the drop of sweat, with a lazy smile on his pure and lustful face.

“Salty.”

But you are so sweet.Zhou Ziheng’s remaining sanity gave up his desperate struggle and drowned into the rough waves with Xia Xiqing.

The child’s tender voice in the projection would occasionally come out, crashing into Xia Xiqing’s heart like a deer.Just when both of them were about to be overwhelmed by the outpouring of desire, he didn’t forget to tease.

“You’re really… a boy… a boy…” The remaining two words were covered in gasps. Xia Xiqing’s shoulders were shaking and she couldn’t speak.Listening to the cute voice of the young Zhou Ziheng and hanging out with the adult he, this experience is really wonderful.

Zhou Ziheng kissed He’s moist and bright red lips. During the extremely tense confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly called out “brother” twice.Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, imitating the soft voice of a child while laughing.

“Brother.” Xia Xiqing reached out and rubbed away Zhou Ziheng’s frowning eyebrows. Being teased like this by he, Zhou Ziheng felt that his dignity was being questioned. He bit Xia Xiqing’s lower lip hard.

“You were so cute when you were a child…why are you so fierce now.” Xia Xiqing moved forward and kissed her in a flattering manner, “If you scream again…I’ll tell you whether you screamed well when you were a child…or now…”

Originally, he had no expectations, and Zhou Ziheng was always unwilling to meet his expectations. Xia Xi had realized this early in the morning.But what he didn’t expect was that Zhou Ziheng actually leaned down and leaned close to his ear, his voice was deep and low.

“Brother.”

Kiss Xia Xiqing’s earlobe again.

“Are you satisfied? Brother Xi Qing.”

The bells of the Cathedral of Flowers struck the heart valves heavily.Even the soul was shattered into pieces and turned into a vast universe.

The audition in the afternoon had consumed a lot of Xia Xiqing’s energy, and he didn’t know how long he had been struggling with it. His consciousness was too vague, and he fell asleep after only two attempts. Zhou Ziheng was very stubborn, and he was unwilling to give in no matter how hard he tried.

He was not sleeping deeply, but he couldn’t raise his eyelids. Xia Xiqing always felt like someone was touching his forehead and cheeks in his dream, so lightly that it was hard to tell whether it was an hallucination or not.Xia Xiqing fell into a drowsy sleep until late at night and woke up with a dry mouth. Xia Xiqing went to the kitchen with half-squinted eyes, opened the refrigerator and poured half a bottle of ice water for herself. She felt quite awake all of a sudden.

Even though it’s almost early summer, the night wind is still a bit cool.Xia Xiqing slowly walked back to the room with drooped eyelids, and found that the projector was still on, but there was no sound.

In fact, he should go home at this time. After all, this is not his home.

Xia Xiqing squatted beside the bed, staring at Zhou Ziheng’s peaceful sleeping face. The shining little face on the screen gradually overlapped with the tall boy in reality. Every detail was similar, but also extended, which made him feel the beauty of life.

Zhou Ziheng fell asleep next to the bed, and his hand dropped down with nowhere to put it. Xia Xiqing tentatively touched his fingertips at first. Seeing that he didn’t wake up, he boldly took his hand.Zhou Ziheng’s fingers are long and his palms are wide and dry. He can’t help but think of the way he grabbed the ball with one hand during the basketball game, with ease.

As if playing with a puppy’s paws, Xia Xiqing grabbed his fingers and closed them one by one, then spread them out one by one, and finally inserted his own fingers, interlocking the fingers inexplicably.

If he exists only for himself.

[That art museum was built by your mother for you, did you know?]

Recalling the scene of his mother having a heart attack in the art museum, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a thorn in his back and weakly let go of Zhou Ziheng’s hand.

When he lowered his head, he found a gel pen at his feet, probably used by Zhou Ziheng to take notes.

Xia Xiqing was never sure that he would really get someone’s love. Most of them loved him because of his skin. There were also some self-proclaimed bole people who appreciated his talent or longed for his family background.But if you peel off the sugar coating, you will find the bitterness inside is prohibitive.

Selfish, habitual lying, duplicity, and addicted to romance.

Previously, he had always thought that Zhou Ziheng looked down on him because he was blind. So many people were following him and surrounding him, but Zhou Ziheng avoided them.

But now, no matter how conceited or tough-talking he is, he has to admit that he is not worthy of such a good Zhou Ziheng.

At noon the next day, Zhou Ziheng was woken up by Jiang Yin’s fatal call. He had forgotten that he had a commercial to shoot, and he fell into a deep sleep. I don’t know if it was because he watched the TV series when he debuted before going to bed. When he was dreaming, he kept dreaming about what happened during the filming. He dreamed of a sister in a white dress. She touched her head and folded a white rose for him with a tissue.

When he raised his head again, the girl disappeared without a trace. Zhou Ziheng was very anxious and kept running in the park, trying to shout but couldn’t.

Suddenly I heard someone calling his name behind me.When he turned around, he saw Xia Xiqing.

Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled at himself.

As soon as I got closer, the rose withered in an instant.His expression was very sad, but there were no tears.

[You don’t like mine, right.]

Drenched in cold sweat, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes.I was alone on the bed, and even the projector was turned off.There was no way to save him while he was sleeping. The fact that Xia Xiqing was gone was not a big blow to him.

He had already expected it, and he had prepared for all the worst possibilities.

“I understand, I’ll go over now.” Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and resting his arms on his knees, his head hanging feebly.

“I didn’t drink. I was too tired and went to bed a little late.” Jiang Yin rambled a lot, and Zhou Ziheng was lost in thought. He changed his hand to answer the phone, grabbed his hair with his left hand, and put it on his knees.

He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something on the side of the ring finger close to the palm.Opening his palms and bringing them to his eyes, he finally saw clearly.

It was drawn with a black pen, a very small rose, growing quietly on the bottom knuckle of the ring finger.

He laughed unconsciously, arousing confusion on the other end of the phone.

“Nothing.”

I just discovered a little trick that makes me happy.

In order to catch up with the schedule, Zhou Ziheng had a very full schedule before joining the group. There were too many advertising contracts that needed to be fulfilled, as well as invitations from magazines. He could only compress his time and do everything well before he could concentrate on joining the group.

Unlike Xia Xiqing, the most important thing is time.

After meeting with director Kuncheng in private, Xia Xiqing finally decided to star in the film.

What the director said reminded him of watching his debut film at Zhou Ziheng’s house a few days ago.

[Everything is full of uncertainty now, but works are eternal, no matter what form of art it is. I don’t know about others, but I believe you can understand what I mean.]

In the past two days, he suddenly discovered that even in the end he would make the same mistake again.At least there is such a work that can permanently seal the unspoken relationship between them.Those ambiguities and transgressions that have occurred in the past are all the sublimation of art in the eyes of others, but in their tacit eyes, they are all the product of emotions.

That’s enough, he doesn’t want to be forgotten by Zhou Ziheng.Even if he feels disgusted by mentioning this movie in the future, it is still an achievement, and it is more in line with Xia Xiqing’s negative artistic pursuit.

“Are you okay tonight?” Xia Xiqing sent a voice message to Zhou Ziheng on the way home, and received a reply from him soon after.

“I have to attend an event and I won’t be able to go home until midnight.”

Xia Xiqing typed back “I know” and said nothing more. He originally thought that if Zhou Ziheng had nothing to do at night, he could go to the art banquet with him, but he suddenly felt that he was too naive. It was inappropriate for Zhou Ziheng’s identity to go to any private banquet.

What’s more, there is simply no convincing reason to accompany him.

Zhou Ziheng sent another follow-up question.

[Moral pacesetter: Are you okay tonight?]

[Terrorist: I also have an event, and I will probably be back very late.]

Xia Xiqing didn’t explain it too clearly, and Zhou Ziheng didn’t ask any more questions. Assistant Xiao Luo urged him to get in the car, and he had to put away his phone temporarily.

This art dinner was hosted by Mr. Zhong Henan, a very prestigious collector in the industry. The venue was his mansion. Although it was borrowed from his name, since Mr. Zhong was nearly ninety years old, it was actually his younger son Zhong Chi who prepared the dinner. Many collectors and many well-known painters were invited.Unlike He’s father, Zhong Chi is a businessman through and through. Naturally, the dinner party will also involve the participation of old and new friends in the business world.

If there were no businessmen, Xia Xiqing would be very willing to go there. It is rare that someone in China would be willing to hold this kind of art salon, but once the smell of copper is mixed in, Xia Xiqing’s interest will be reduced by half.

But he has always been a strong person. Now that he has gone, he has to act like he is prosperous, otherwise he will lose all his own people.Xia Xiqing originally picked a military green windbreaker, but then he thought about it, and after all, he went there with Pulito’s reputation on his back, so he decided to dress more formally, so he found a high-end gray suit and rarely wore a navy tie.Her hair was tied half up, which didn’t look so casual.

When driving to the dinner, the staff at the door of the mansion checked the invitation. Xia Xiqing handed it over through the car window and felt that the security guards were looking at him, probably recognizing him.he now finally understands the suffering of public figures. No matter where he goes, he will be watched by people, like a peacock in the zoo.

The hall is decorated in a dreamy setting, with delicate lilies of the valley interspersed among the paintings.Crowds gathered in groups, everyone tasted famous paintings and expressed their feelings. To be honest, as a painter, Xia Xiqing disliked this part the most. His works were over-interpreted by a group of people, and he gave an analysis that he did not even understand. It was really strange.

He has been abroad for so many years, and he was rarely taken out by his parents when he was in China. Most of the people at the banquet did not know him, which gave Xia Xiqing a sufficient space. Only some young and beautiful ladies occasionally plucked up the courage to come up and chat with him.

“You usually prefer oil paintings, right?”

Xia Xiqing smiled at the girl who asked the question, but his eyes drifted to a young boy two paintings away. It wasn’t because he liked it that he looked at it twice, but because the man kept looking at him, thinking that he hadn’t noticed.

I don’t know where the confidence comes from.

“Yes, oil painting.” Xia Xiqing loosened his tie, “I’m going to get a glass of wine, excuse me.”

Walking to the rest area to take a breath, Xia Xiqing picked up a glass of absinthe and took a sip. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name. She turned her head and saw a familiar-looking man wearing a dark red suit.

“Hello, are you Xia Xiqing?” The man stretched out a hand to him diligently, “I am Wei Min.”

Xia Xiqing has always been blind to faces, but somehow he suddenly remembered it.

This person is the young master whom I met last time in Yunshuijian, the boss of the “Tracking” crew.

Before he stretched out his hand, Xia Xiqing turned his head and faced the young man who had been peeking at him from a distance. He seemed to be startled and turned around hurriedly.

What’s going on today? There are all these weird people.

Unexpectedly, the man who was scared away by he’s eyes was replying to the message with his head lowered.

[Zhao Ke: Brother Heng, do you know who I met at the dinner?]

[Zhao Ke: Forget it, don’t guess, I’ll tell you.]

[Zhao Ke: You CP!]