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Ji Zheng was very fast, and he went down a floor in a blink of an eye. Xia Bingyang didn't take the elevator and should take the stairs, so he speeded up and stopped him in the lobby on the first floor.

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Xia Bingyang ran a few steps and blocked in front of him, looked at him slightly unsteadily and asked, "Are you hiding from me?"

Ji Zheng's face has softened a lot, and he doesn't look so flustered anymore, but he still doesn't look directly into Xia Bingyang's eyes, he tilts his head and smiles reluctantly: "No, the box is too stuffy, I'll come out to get some air." It started to rain suddenly outside, walked out from the eaves of the Hongyan Building and walked straight into the rainstorm. After a few steps of rain, there was no response, until Xia Bingyang grabbed his arm, and Xia Bingyang pulled him back to the gate of the Hongyan Building to hide from the rain.

The rain was too heavy, and Wei Ning seemed to have changed the sky in an instant. The thick black night fell with heavy rain, and the deafening thunder kept coming from the other side of the city, and lightning flickered in the thick clouds.The city became busier in an instant.

Xia Bingyang looked at the raindrops falling along the eaves of the Dishui Gate, and said, "I parked the car in the park, it's a bit far from here."

Ji Zheng was only exposed to the rain for a few steps, and his clothes and hair were already wet. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on his arm, looked up at the night like a pool of thick ink, and remained silent.

The most difficult hurdle has passed for Xia Bingyang, so now he is calm and at ease. When he was trying to get his car back, he turned his head inadvertently and found that the hotel next door to Hongyan Building was still Ren Erdong. The hotel that gave him a member gold card.

Xia Bingyang looked at the hotel gate dozens of meters away without any ups and downs in his heart. The bold words he said earlier in front of Ren Erdong were all empty words. Now he just wants to take Ji Zheng to a place where he can speak freely.He carefully pinched Ji Zheng's shirt cuff and gently pulled it down. When Ji Zheng turned to look at him, he pointed to the hotel not far away and said, "Let's go there so we can talk."

Ji Zheng's mind was in a mess, he had no idea at all, he could only follow Xia Bingyang, and he didn't realize that they had arrived at the hotel until he stood in the hotel lobby.He is the same as Xia Bingyang now, he will not develop any ideas, he just needs a closed environment, calm down and think about the cause and effect of today's accident, or... have a good chat with Xia Bingyang.

On the way up the elevator, neither of them spoke. Xia Bingyang looked at the two figures reflected from the car wall, while Ji Zheng was only distracted.When he arrived at the room, Xia Bingyang pushed open the door, and Ji Zheng walked in first, hung his suit jacket on the coat rack, walked through the outer hall and walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows.Xia Bingyang closed the door, locked it, stood in the entrance and took off his shoes, without the slippers prepared by the hotel, and stepped on the floor with bare feet like at home.

The room he opened was a suite, with no partition between the living room and the bedroom. Up two steps was the bedroom with a large round bed, and a bathroom like a glass box at the corner.This hotel is a 'love hotel', and the room Xia Bingyang ordered was a normal one among all the room types, but the atmosphere in the room was still silent and somewhat ambiguous.

Xia Bingyang walked into the living room, he wanted to go to Ji Zheng's side, but Ji Zheng's back standing alone in front of the window looked very cold and seemed to send out a signal of 'rejection'.Xia Bingyang suddenly felt timid, so instead of approaching Ji Zheng, he stood still leaning against the back of the sofa.

A few meters away from Ji Zheng, he looked down at the spot of light from the chandelier hitting the floor and was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, and said in a low tone with a little self-mockery: "I want to see you so much, Every time I meet you, I am very happy, I am so happy that I am dying, but you... don't seem to want to see me very much."

Hearing these words in Ji Zheng's ears, he panicked and then felt a pain. He stared at the pouring rain in the dark night outside the window, and after a while, he whispered: "I didn't."

Xia Bingyang turned his head to look at his slender and straight back with slightly sunken shoulders with a puzzled expression: "No? What does no mean? You don't really want to see me? Or don't you want to see me?"

Ji Zheng was silent.

Xia Bingyang walked towards him slowly, stood behind him, and said, "Brother Ji Zheng, look at me."

Ji Zheng turned around, looking at Xia Bingyang with gentle but slightly sad eyes.

Xia Bingyang lowered his head slightly, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold his hand, but this time he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and only gently hooked Ji Zheng's with his index finger.He looked down at the fingers hooked together with Ji Zheng, his eyes gradually faded away, as if he remembered something.

"...Brother Ji Zheng, in front of you, I feel that I have never grown up. I was still the child who clings to you all day long and follows you around. So you will not look at me squarely, nor will I Will respect my feelings."

Ji Zheng also looked at Xia Bingyang's fingers hooked on his hand, and was blinded for a moment as if his whole body froze. Something rolled violently in his throat, as if he was eager to say something to him, but he only said one sentence when the words came to his mouth: "No, I...I'm waiting for you to grow up."

The corners of Xia Bingyang's lips twitched slightly, and he smiled very lightly, but his tone couldn't hide his disappointment: "I've grown up, but you don't like me."

He looked up at Ji Zheng and said, "I like you, do you know that?"

Ji Zheng didn't look into his eyes, but he knew that Xia Bingyang's eyes must be very warm and sincere, so he worried that he couldn't bear it: "I don't know."

Xia Bingyang looked at him and smiled: "Then you know now." A smile appeared on his face as he spoke, and his expression became more confused: "What about you? Do you like me?"

Ji Zheng suddenly felt a headache, a real | physical headache, the hexagonal prism crystal chandelier on the ceiling was like the sun hanging low above his head, it made him dizzy from the heat, and hot and cold sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead sweat.

He withdrew the fingers hooked by Xia Bingyang and clenched them into fists, his voice trembling slightly: "Bingyang, can we not talk about this?"

After a while, Xia Bingyang's arm fell down, and he asked calmly, "So you rejected me, didn't you?"

Ji Zheng panicked, left the living room and went up a few steps, and sat down on a single sofa by the window of the bedroom.He bent down to support his aching forehead, smiled wryly, and said, "I don't even have a chance to accept you, so how could I refuse you?"

Xia Bingyang stood by the window and turned towards him: "I'm giving you a chance now, do you accept it?"

Ji Zheng propped his forehead hard, it was painful, and he closed his eyes like he couldn't bear it: "I'm sorry, I can't be as frank as you."

Xia Bingyang's face was calm, and he asked again: "So you rejected me?"

Ji Zheng kept retreating, but Xia Bingyang kept moving forward. He was forced by Xia Bingyang to retreat and give him an answer.Ji Zheng retreated to the edge of the cliff and realized that he could not escape, so he asked him: "If I reject you, what will you do?"

Xia Bingyang was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, and when he heard this, he lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and said: "Then don't meet again...I know how much I like you, since you don't accept me , meeting you again is a kind of torture for me. I confess to you today, and I am already ready to part ways with you and not communicate with you anymore. Because I don't want to see you pointing fingers at me, I will I can't help myself and walk towards you, that way I will look down on myself."

That's right, this is Xia Bingyang, Xia Bingyang who is good at cutting through messes quickly, and who loves and hates very freely.

Ji Zheng knew that he always said what he said and did what he said. Xia Bingyang had learned to think twice before he acted. The willful Xia Bingyang and the angry Xia Bingyang had grown up, but he still had the last chance to ask: "Are you talking angry?"

Xia Bingyang lowered his head and smiled, with a blank expression on his face, and said lightly: "You can think so, but I can tell you such angry words for the rest of my life, until I no longer like you and forget you. Before that day comes, I'll keep talking to you."

Ji Zheng understood, and smiled wryly: "You are threatening me."

Xia Bingyang thought for a while, but his eyes were still blank: "Threat... so I can threaten you."

Ji Zheng said: "You can, you are the only person in this world who can threaten me and scare me."

Ji Zheng's voice was very soft, as if it came from far away, Xia Bingyang heard it, these few words made him tremble in his heart, his heart was already cold, but because of Ji Zheng's words In a word, there is a trend of recovery.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips and asked Ji Zheng: "I said that if you reject me, I will never see you again. Did it scare you?"

Ji Zheng has been forced to the point of no return by his frankness, if he doesn't reveal his true thoughts to him, he is really afraid that Xia Bingyang will never see him, so he sighed sadly and said: "Yes, I'm afraid."

Xia Bingyang didn't understand: "Why? Didn't you already reject me? Then why did you--" He stopped, his expression changed, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Ji Zheng did not reject him, on the contrary, he pressed too hard and did not give Ji Zheng a chance to express his true thoughts——

Xia Bingyang went up two wooden steps and walked towards Ji Zheng who was sitting on the single sofa by the window. The sad and bewildered Xia Bingyang just now had disappeared. At this moment, he was smiling with his usual confidence and confidence. Free and easy.

"Brother, you didn't reject me, did you?"

he asks.

Ji Zheng was silent, but this time Xia Bingyang would not regard his silence as a rejection, but as a struggle.This kind of struggle is on the verge of accepting him. Although he still doesn't know why Ji Zheng is struggling, he already knows that Ji Zheng will not struggle for someone he doesn't care about, let alone Ji Zheng is struggling like this.

He squatted in front of Ji Zheng, and asked again: "Actually, you want to accept me, don't you?"

Ji Zheng still didn't answer, but he could see that Ji Zheng was struggling more, so he didn't wait for Ji Zheng's answer this time.

Xia Bingyang stood up suddenly, pressed Ji Zheng's shoulders with both hands and pushed him back into the back of the sofa forcefully, then stepped forward and sat on Ji Zheng's lap, clinging to his waist and abdomen, wrapping his hands around his neck, Said: "Take off the glasses."

Ji Zhengben was stuck in all kinds of worries doing useless hard thinking, only to feel his body sank, followed by the very faint scent of men's perfume from Xia Bingyang's body, he subconsciously gently held Xia Bingyang's waist, and there was something in front of his eyes. Instantly dizzy: "What's wrong?"

Xia Bingyang hugged his neck very intimately, bent over and approached him, almost touching the tip of his nose, and whispered: "It will prevent us from kissing|kissing."

Xia Bingyang's breath carried a faint smell of alcohol and men's perfume that had diluted the alcohol. All of Ji Zheng's persistence and rationality broke down in an instant with Xia Bingyang's breath. But he unconsciously used force with his hands, and said with a thick and chaotic breath: "Bing Yang, don't be impulsive."

Xia Bingyang turned her head sideways and approached his thin, dry, extremely light-colored lips, stopped by his lips, and said: "The person I have loved and wanted for so many years is right in front of me, why can't I be impulsive? "