MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 5 unclear

Seemingly rushing over from another event, Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a gray-green jacket, walked in a hurry, and greeted the surrounding staff after entering the door.

"Sorry for being late."

The wide hood concealed half of his face, revealing only a pair of deep-set eyes.

"Zi Heng is here."

He is very popular, and he often recorded the programs of this TV station before, and the staff who came and went liked him very much. Zhou Ziheng is just a twenty-year-old young man, and he is like a younger brother to most people in this circle. It's just that his usually too strong aura makes people always ignore his age.

The make-up artist pulled him aside to do makeup and hair. Last night, he was filming for a magazine until the wee hours of the morning, and then rushed to promote the movie early in the morning. Zhou Ziheng, who was severely sleep-deprived, closed his eyes and asked the stylist to dry his hair to catch up on sleep.

"Xiaoheng's clothes look good today." The makeup artist sister smiled softly.

Insufficient rest caused the brain's reaction to be slow, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and answered honestly, "This set is sponsored by the brand."

"Pfft." The makeup artist laughed and sprayed him with setting spray, "You're still so real."

Seeing that his condition was really bad, his assistant Xiao Luo hurried to buy a cup of iced coffee. Just in time, Zhou Ziheng had finished his styling and was waiting for the filming of the promotional video. He took the coffee, said thank you, and walked out of the dressing room.

Walking around the studio area and coming to the semi-open rest area, Zhou Ziheng took two sips of coffee and put it aside, stretched his long legs and sat on the sofa beside him, tilted his head and looked around, his eyes glanced around, He watched everything, but deliberately avoided Xia Xiqing, who was the most central in the spotlight.

"OK, Xi Qing can do it!"

Xia Xiqing thanked him, and glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The other party was nestled on the sofa, and the collar of the jacket was pulled up to cover half of his face, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes and tightly frowning eyebrows. The words "unhappy" were written in vain.

Why is it so funny? This person seems to have been dragged here by force. Xia Xiqing walked over, it was fine if he didn't leave, but as soon as he got closer, he clearly saw the other party's frown deepened.

Don't want me to sit here? Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, sat down directly next to Zhou Ziheng, and smiled at him with his head tilted, still saying the same words from the unexpected meeting last time.

"What a coincidence." Xia Xiqing narrowed his eyes, even if the person in front of him knew his face, he still looked natural and harmless, "You also participate in this show."

Zhou Ziheng looked up speechlessly, then moved to the side, thinking that you are still pretending to me here.

Although he knew it in his heart, he didn't say a word, his head was turned to the other side, and he was cold, as if he couldn't see Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing didn't feel embarrassed when his hot face was put on a cold butt, on the contrary, he found Zhou Ziheng more interesting than he imagined. He smiled and leaned on the sofa, stretching out his long legs wrapped in suit pants.

Not only did Zhou Ziheng not want to see him, he didn't even want to hear him talk. He took out his mobile phone and earphones from his jacket, and was about to stuff them into his ears when he heard Xia Xiqing speak.

"You treat your fans like this, be careful if I turn off fans and step on them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Ziheng's hand holding the earphone stop, hesitated for a while, and finally turned around slightly to look at him.

The word "fan" is really easy to use. Xia Xiqing secretly laughed in his heart.

The two looked at each other for a while without embarrassment, before Zhou Ziheng finally spoke, probably out of respect, he unzipped the zipper on the stand collar and said solemnly, "I'm not targeting you, I just don't like Treat people who are not emotionally specific."

Xia Xiqing was stunned for half a second.

This... Where did this fairy little angel come from, with a face that was born to be an Alpha scumbag, and he was so honest in his bones.

He smiled, his lips curled up like a cunning cat, "How do you know that I'm not single-minded about my feelings?"

Zhou Ziheng's brows didn't relax at all, instead they were furrowed deeper. He remembered the day when he met Xia Xiqing in the bathroom. This seemingly non-aggressive person said such vicious words.

Seeing the complex expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing suddenly became serious, his eyes showed sincerity, and he sincerely defended himself, "Really, I'm not what you think, you misunderstood. That day The matter is very complicated, I can't tell for a while, that person is not my partner, he has been pestering me for a long time, and he hangs out with other people besides me, I was really forced to say those words to scare me Scaring him, for a person like me who is easy to bully, it is too easy to suffer if he doesn't say something cruel." His lips were pursed, his face was a little frustrated and wronged, he raised his hand and touched his chin. The tip of the nose, "I've been really uncomfortable these few days. I'm clearly the one being harassed, and yet I'm considered a scum by my idol."

The word "idol" is easy to use, and Zhou Ziheng's expression softened significantly. Xia Xiqing sighed, his eyes were innocent and wronged, "I swear to you, I am definitely not the kind of person who does not treat feelings exclusively."

It's just that once you feel that the other party really likes you, you will want to run away.

He only likes the excitement of chasing others, and his focus on challenging difficult problems is almost pathological. Once the challenge is completed, the previous dry fire is poured with cold water and extinguished cleanly.

He looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes with an expression so sincere that even professional actors couldn't tell the real from the fake, without fear of any scrutiny, "I really, really like you, and I have drawn a lot of pictures."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's brows stretched slightly, the suspicion in his eyes became less. Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to him, "The first meeting was so embarrassing and caused a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry. Let's get to know each other again."

Zhou Ziheng folded his arms and hugged his chest, and he was not very willing to reach out. His eyes swept over Xia Xiqing's body, hesitated for a long time, and finally compromised.

He thought of the painting Xia Xiqing drew.

The temperature of the two hands overlapped together, and there was a wonderful sense of fusion.

"My name is Xia Xiqing."

Zhou Ziheng's chin nodded slightly, and his superior jaw line stretched the muscles of his side neck, although the "fan" in front of him must know his name, but out of politeness, he still briefly reported his family name, "Zhou Ziheng. "After speaking, I was about to pull my hand out, but felt that the other party was holding my hand hard, and looked up at him with some doubts, but saw Xia Xiqing smiling, "Hey, don't you ask me what my name is? word?"

This man is really strange.

Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly, and a trace of impatience began to appear in his expression. This expression made him look extraordinarily attractive, but he still maintained his last patience, "Which words."

"Xi is learning, Qing..."

Before he could finish speaking, the slender and slender hand holding Zhou Ziheng's palm caught off guard and brought him over mechanically, the distance of defense and defense was shortened rapidly under his pull. Zhou Ziheng's dark brown pupils dilated slightly, and almost bumped into that seemingly innocent face head-on, leaving only an invisible distance between the tip of his nose.

The scent of perfume on Xia Xiqing's body replaced him as the most cunning intruder, pouring in, spreading, and occupying the high ground.

The brief closeness is like a lens that has been slowed down infinitely, turning into a frame of light and shadow. The distance is too close, even the breath of the nose is ambiguous, the spicy pepper, the thick tobacco and the sweet musk are all rolled up, which makes Zhou Ziheng frown, but when the acceptance reaches the end, he senses a subtle sweetness Taste, unbiased drill into the breath, into the lungs.

In the complex aroma, came the same ambiguous breath, spreading from the corner of his smiling mouth.

"It's unclear."

Xia Xiqing let go of his hand, the left corner of his mouth curled up, his eyes were full of mischief.

He was clearly defending his own morality last second, but this second he was revealing his true colors maliciously.

Absolutely, absolutely can no longer trust this face.

The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng: Never let him succeed next time. 【make a fist

Xia Xiqing: Then do you think I'm delicious? [Wai Xiao

Zhou Ziheng: ...Farewell.

The prototype of the perfume is "dirtytalk" by Orange