I Only Like Your Made-up Persona Chapter 21 Part 1

Chapter 21: What Kind of Like

Zhou Ziheng, who was being embraced, froze on the spot.

What’s going on? How did he end up hugging him?

“Hey… snap out of it…” Zhou Ziheng struggled to free up a hand and pushed Xia Xiqing lightly.

If he hadn’t pushed, it would have been fine. But with that push, Xia Xiqing, whose face was buried in Zhou Ziheng’s neck, suddenly exhaled, and the warm breath, mixed with the scent of red wine, climbed up Zhou Ziheng’s neck to his ear, igniting a flame that instantly burned through his whole body.

Zhou Ziheng woke up in an instant, and alarms rang in his mind, hidden in every corner.

“Hey!”

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Is he a fan? He’s been staring at me.

“Um…” The staff member awkwardly spoke up, “Sir…”

Zhou Ziheng flashed a professional smile at him. “Sorry, we can take photos and sign autographs later once we go up…”

“It’s not that, sir,” the staff member supported the nearly slipping Xia Xiqing and coughed awkwardly. He explained with a sorry expression, “The elevators here require a room card to operate. Could I trouble you to swipe the elevator with your room card?”

At this moment, Zhou Ziheng wished the elevator would just explode.

He thought mistaking someone else as his fan was embarrassing enough, but little did he know there was even more embarrassment waiting for him.

He searched all over Xia Xiqing but couldn’t find his room card.

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“Um… my friend seems to have forgotten his room card…” Zhou Ziheng’s scalp went numb, but he maintained the composure expected of a famous actor. “In that case, could you please open another room for us?”

In the past twenty years, Zhou Ziheng had experienced smooth sailing. But ever since he met Xia Xiqing, everything seemed to go awry, and he felt utterly embarrassed.

The receptionist girl was much more enthusiastic than the male staff member. Her eyes seemed to be nailed to Zhou Ziheng. “Hello, how can I assist you?”

“Are there any available rooms?” Zhou Ziheng felt uncomfortable and noticed another female staff member taking sneaky photos with her phone. He pulled his collar up, quietly covering half of his face.

“How many rooms do you need?” The receptionist girl smiled sweetly at Zhou Ziheng.

Zhou Ziheng glanced back at Xia Xiqing, who was being supported by the staff member on the lobby sofa.

I’ll take him to his room and then go back to my own hotel. It’s not far anyway.

Zhou Ziheng turned back to the receptionist and said, “Just one room.”

The receptionist girl lowered her head and checked the system. “Sure, we only have one deluxe king-size bed available. Is that acceptable to you?”

“Hmm,” Zhou Ziheng thought to himself, well, he’s the one who will be sleeping in it.

The hotel staff member helped Zhou Ziheng bring Xia Xiqing into the elevator again, and this time Zhou Ziheng remembered. As soon as they got in, he swiped the room card. Although Xia Xiqing appeared slim, he was still a tall man over 180 centimeters, and it took a lot of effort from Zhou Ziheng and the hotel staff member to get him into the room.

Indeed, it was a luxurious room, completely kingsize. Zhou Ziheng looked at the room’s decoration and couldn’t help rolling his eyes inwardly. But he still turned around and smiled at the hotel staff member. “Thank you, you’ve been helpful.”

“It’s no problem,” the young man’s face turned red, perhaps from fatigue or something else. “It’s not a bother at all.”

Zhou Ziheng forced a laugh. Seeing that the young man didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving, he waited for a while before speaking up. “So, you…”

The young man finally revealed his true request. “Ah, um, I actually really like you. I mean, I’ve watched a lot of your shows. Zhou Ziheng, could you sign something for me?” He took out a black marker pen from somewhere and held it carefully with both hands, then took off his hotel uniform jacket to reveal a T-shirt, eagerly turning his back. “Can you sign on my back?”

Well, it turned out that the T-shirt was the same as Zhou Ziheng’s airport outfit.

Now Zhou Ziheng was truly embarrassed. If this person wasn’t his fan, what happened earlier wouldn’t have been a big deal. It would have been forgotten in a couple of days. But this person turned out to be a genuine fan!

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It was too humiliating, being embarrassed in front of his own fan.

Grudgingly, Zhou Ziheng took the pen and put on a professional fake smile as he signed for the young man. “Thank you for your support.”

The young man was ecstatic, taking the pen and backing away while speaking. “Ziheng, keep up the good work. I will always support you.” He kept backing up until he was outside the door, still muttering quietly, “Take care of yourself. The weather is changing lately. Keep going.”

“…” Zhou Ziheng walked to the doorway, wanting to close the door for the fan who hesitated to leave. He smiled at him and said, “Don’t post today’s incident on Weibo, okay?”

“Okay! Goodbye, Ziheng!”

Finally, the world became quiet.

With everything that happened, Zhou Ziheng almost forgot that there was a real trouble lying on the bed. He wondered if he should find some master to calculate his fortune or something. Everything felt unusually unlucky. Standing by the bed and looking at the sleeping Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng thought maybe he should wipe his face or something. But he had never taken care of anyone before, and he was not used to it nor skilled at it.

Caught in a dilemma, his hands felt restless, pulling up and down the zipper of his jacket.

Forget it, let it be.

Zhou Ziheng walked to the bathroom, wet a towel, and roughly wiped Xia Xiqing’s face. This person had such good skin, even better than many female celebrities he had acted with before. Zhou Ziheng couldn’t help but be gentle in his movements.

His finger, separated by the towel, gently wiped from the bridge of the nose to the tip, pausing for a moment. That tiny mole on the small nose looked like a sesame seed, sitting on the tip, looking so adorable.

Adorable? Forget it. Xia Xiqing had nothing to do with that word. Zhou Ziheng stood up from the edge of the bed, put the towel back in the bathroom, came back, and covered Xia Xiqing with the blanket, ready to leave the hotel room.

Just as he lifted his foot to leave, his wrist was grabbed.

He turned around and found the half-asleep Xia Xiqing holding onto his hand, murmuring something, but it was unclear what he was saying.

It seemed like he was asking Zhou Ziheng not to go.

His hand was so hot. Zhou Ziheng turned his body, held Xia Xiqing’s palm, and realized it was indeed very warm. Xia Xiqing had been wearing just a thin white shirt all day, and he had been drinking and exposed to the wind at night. He must have caught a cold.

Honestly, if it weren’t for Xia Xiqing lying on the bed, feverish and drunk at this moment, Zhou Ziheng would have stayed without hesitation to take care of him.

But of all people, it had to be Xia Xiqing, the person Zhou Ziheng tried to avoid at all costs. The morally conscious Little Zhou started to hesitate.

Xia Xiqing murmured again, his brows slightly furrowing. He curled up on his side, still firmly holding Zhou Ziheng’s hand.

Zhou Ziheng felt a bit soft.

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No, he couldn’t be soft!

It was just one night, and it didn’t seem like a high fever. A grown man shouldn’t be at risk of dying from a fever. Zhou Ziheng had done his duty.

With a convenient excuse in mind, Zhou Ziheng forcefully pried Xia Xiqing’s hand away and decisively opened the door, walking out.

Xia Xiqing was almost infuriated.

Zhou Ziheng hinted so clearly, only a step away from pressing him down for a forceful kiss. Why couldn’t this blockhead understand? Was he really that clueless, a straight-laced man? Annoyed, Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

He had practically served himself on a platter, wiped his face, and covered him with a blanket, yet he just left like this?

Was he even a mentally and physically sound adult?

As Xia Xiqing cursed Zhou Ziheng’s uselessness in his mind, he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pulled open, so he quickly closed his eyes.

He’s not leaving again? Xia Xiqing was puzzled. What’s wrong with this kid, always going back and forth?

Zhou Ziheng didn’t actually want to stay. He really wanted to leave, but as soon as he stepped out, he realized something important – he had been fumbling around but couldn’t find his hotel room key card. So, with a resentful expression, he reluctantly turned his head back, thinking that he might have left it in this room.

“Where did it go? Maybe I didn’t bring it…” Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself as he searched, his voice barely audible.

Xia Xiqing found it amusing. This was just too much. Even the heavens were helping him seduce the man.

After searching all around, Zhou Ziheng still couldn’t find his room key card. He estimated that he probably hadn’t brought it at all, so he could only sit dejectedly on the couch, looking at the motionless Xia Xiqing lying on the bed. After struggling in his mind for a while, he finally gave up the idea of going back to the hotel. He patted the sofa, which was still relatively soft.

He would just make do for one night. After all, he had experienced much more challenging conditions while filming. Besides, Xia Xiqing had a fever, and if he ended up dying from it, who would be responsible?

With all sorts of chaotic thoughts running through his mind, Zhou Ziheng sighed and went to the bathroom for a hasty wash. When he came out, he walked to the side of the bed and glanced at Xia Xiqing, who was wrapped in the blanket. His face was partially covered by his hair, giving off an inexplicable sense of vulnerability.

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Zhou Ziheng reached out his hand, wanting to touch Xia Xiqing’s forehead, but for some reason, his hand hovered in the air and then froze.

The shadow of his hand fell on Xia Xiqing’s profile, blending with the scattered strands of hair in the dim lighting. It was a dark mass, gradually retracting along with the hand being pulled back.

It should be fine. Just go to sleep.

Zhou Ziheng moved away from the bedside, his hand reaching for the light switch. But then he thought of Xia Xiqing in the darkness. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to turn off only the ceiling light, leaving a bedside lamp on.

He glanced at Xia Xiqing, who was curled up with his back facing him. Zhou Ziheng tiptoed to the sofa, exhausted from recording the program all night. He didn’t take long to fall asleep once he lay down on the couch.

Xia Xiqing didn’t know how long he had been lying there. Since the moment Zhou Ziheng laid down, he had not closed his eyes. His expression remained calm, as peaceful as the surface of the sea on a moonlit night.

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