Deeply Affectionate Male Supporting Character Topped the Protagonist 58

Chapter 58: Titanic

Xi Leng’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Everything Min Zhi brought him was beyond his experience, and just as he had almost adapted, Min Zhi would bring him new, indescribable emotions and experiences.

He looked at Min Zhi, the confusion in his eyes deepening, like an impenetrable fog, separating him from this world and everyone else.

Such beautiful hazel eyes, like colored glass, beautiful yet fragile.

“Xi Leng.”

Finally hearing him call his name, Xi Leng looked up. The man still had that cold and aloof face, his eyes like cold stars, his earrings and lip stud sharp, his whole being radiating a sharp aura.

But his gaze also held an indescribable tenderness.

Xi Leng’s heart fluttered momentarily as he responded: “…Hm?”

Min Zhi tucked a strand of stray hair behind his ear.

“See if my hair-tying skills have improved.”

Xi Leng had rushed over, and his originally neat ponytail had become loose, so Min Zhi untied it, intending to retie it.

Xi Leng turned slightly, making it easier for Min Zhi, sitting behind him, to work.

“Has your hair grown longer?” Min Zhi quickly noticed the change, this curly hair was becoming more and more like wavy hair? The longer it grew, the more defined the curls became, quite interesting.

“Mm-hmm.” Xi Leng let Min Zhi do as he pleased. “I haven’t cut it in a while, it’s long enough for a ponytail now.”

Every time Min Zhi’s fingers brushed against the skin around his ear, it sent a shiver down his spine.

Whether Min Zhi’s hair-tying skills had improved or not was debatable, but his flirting technique had definitely become more refined.

They both knew it.

After some time, still not having tied his hair, Min Zhi’s hand moved to the back of his neck, then to the front. Even the black turtleneck couldn’t stop the intrusion, the elastic fabric shifting, and the ugly scar was touched again.

He couldn’t remember how many times this had happened, but Xi Leng still instinctively stiffened, not resisting.

“Did he do this too?”

“…Mm-hmm.”

Such a wide and deep scar, on such a vulnerable spot.

If it had been a few millimeters deeper, Xi Leng might have died, died somewhere unknown to him, before they even met.

Min Zhi was furious.

The dull ache in his chest forced him back to reason, and he took a deep breath, his arms reaching around Xi Leng’s shoulders, holding him from behind.

Xi Leng felt the weight on his chest, a slight pressure. The person behind him nuzzled against his ear, unashamedly inhaling his scent.

It was a bit awkward. Xi Leng couldn’t help but say: “I should take Xiao Yi back.”

Min Zhi flatly refused: “Lao Zhu said he’s asleep, no rush.”

After a while, Xi Leng murmured softly again: “I am indeed what he said.”

Min Zhi raised an eyebrow: “But I don’t think so.”

Xi Leng said: “You not thinking so doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“But you said I’m the protagonist.” Min Zhi said nonchalantly. “Then I make the rules.”

Xi Leng pursed his lips slightly, then thought of the foundation of his relationship with Min Zhi, the lie about being a fan. At this moment, he was almost overwhelmed by guilt, almost suffocating.

After a lot of internal struggle, he could only say: “My words don’t count, don’t believe me.”

“Then doesn’t that mean…” Min Zhi argued illogically, “you’re different from him.”

“I…”

A kiss on his earlobe interrupted him.

Xi Leng’s breath hitched. Looking down, he could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, Min Zhi’s arm and hand resting on it.

“Do you have any other scars?”

“…No.”

“But you just said not to believe you.”

“…”

“Come to my place tonight, let me see, hm?”

Zhu Minglang’s call came at a bad time.

Rong Xingyi, having both classes and dance practice today, and also the secret of the upcoming audition weighing on his mind, was already exhausted, and after being startled by Rong Haigao, once he reached the safety of Min Zhi’s office, he actually fell asleep.

When he woke up, Zhu Minglang immediately contacted his boss.

Min Zhi: “…”

Zhu Minglang waited, then unexpectedly heard Xi Leng’s voice: “Okay, we’ll be right over, thank you.”

Zhu Minglang: “…?”

Xi Leng quickly tidied up his messy hair, leaving two strands to cover his ears, and went to Min Zhi’s office with him.

Rong Xingyi’s short hair was sticking up in all directions from sleeping, looking a bit like natural curls, his resemblance to Xi Leng even more pronounced.

He groggily rummaged through a fan-printed paper bag and took out a beautifully packaged strawberry shortcake.

“Min Zhi-gege said you like the cakes from this shop.” Rong Xingyi said. “I bought this with my allowance, for you…”

The last time he took Rong Xingyi to school, Min Zhi bought out all the popular items from this shop, claiming they were for the kids, but they all ended up in Xi Leng’s stomach.

Xi Leng frowned instead: “Why are you suddenly giving me a gift?”

There must be a reason for this unusual behavior.

“I…”

Rong Xingyi, his courage instantly disappearing under his brother’s casual question, almost wished he could faint again, his gaze instinctively turning to Min Zhi for help.

Min Zhi, taking advantage of the situation, said: “Come to my place tonight, I’ll tell you.”

Xi Leng: “…”

Rong Xingyi, still smiling innocently, played along: “Then ge, you go, heehee, I can have some alone time with Ban Li!”

That night, Xi Leng arrived as promised.

He wasn’t sure if his current proactive behavior was driven by a desire to make amends.

He no longer resisted being close to Min Zhi, but he wasn’t someone with a casual approach to relationships, their ambiguous interactions, the kissing and touching, were already crossing the line, anything more…

Built on a lie, the current situation felt like some kind of transaction.

If this continued, this unusual relationship would only stray further down the wrong path, with no good ending.

His conflicted feelings made Xi Leng hesitate at his neighbor’s door. After pressing the doorbell, he suddenly changed his mind and turned to leave.

But a message arrived on his phone.

Zhengzhu (Idol): 【The password is *****, come in yourself】

“…”

Min Zhi heard the doorbell, he was probably busy, Xi Leng could only sigh softly, entering the password and opening the door.

Beep—

Xi Leng entered, his mind still racing, searching for a solution.

The living room was brightly lit, lights everywhere, but there was no sign of Min Zhi.

“Hm?”

A slight puzzlement eased his anxiety, and Xi Leng slowly walked around the apartment, looking for Min Zhi.

Not a sound.

He lowered his head to check his phone, about to reply, when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind, coming down the stairs.

He turned around, looked up, and froze.

Min Zhi came down the stairs, drying his damp hair with a towel, raising an eyebrow at him: “You’re here?”

Xi Leng: “…”

Honestly, this was the first time Xi Leng saw Min Zhi without any earrings. His attention was completely drawn to those slightly unfamiliar ears, quite pale, slightly damp from his wet hair.

And this person was wearing a loose bathrobe, the collar casually open, yet he seemed oblivious, walking towards him calmly.

This wasn’t just a hint, it was a blatant invitation.

Fortunately, Xi Leng, who had only come for a visit, was dressed appropriately.

A black turtleneck sweater, black pants, and plain black-framed glasses, ready to go out at any moment. Dressed in plain black, he considered his outfit quite ordinary.

But seeing the formally dressed Xi Leng, Min Zhi’s steps faltered, his earlier composure and ease gone.

Honestly,

Wasn’t a man wearing a fitted turtleneck sweater just as suggestive as a sexy star in a sheer dress?

Suddenly, autumn, a usually unremarkable season, had a different kind of charm.

Xi Leng even tucked the hem of his sweater into his pants.

And the finishing touch, the black-framed glasses.

The more he tried to appear serious and indifferent, the more it backfired, pushing him to the other extreme.

Each with their own thoughts, they gradually approached each other.

“Have a seat.” Min Zhi spoke first, forcing himself to remain calm as he sat on the sofa.

“…Okay.”

Xi Leng sat down, instinctively feeling that it was best not to mention the bathrobe or anything related to bathing.

“Right, Xiao Yi,” Xi Leng first brought up the matter he was most concerned about, “what’s wrong with him? Why did he go to your company today?”

Min Zhi’s long eyelashes cast shadows, his dark eyes brighter than usual after washing. He brushed his wet hair back, like a carefully styled wet look, occasional water droplets sliding down his temples.

He looked at Xi Leng, especially the black-framed glasses he was seeing for the first time, then, after a long while, picked up the towel around his neck and continued drying his hair, saying: “He applied for ‘Shining Boys,’ and he passed the auditions, he has to join the production next month, closed filming for over three months.”

Xi Leng’s face showed no surprise: “I guessed.”

Min Zhi thought, as expected, Xi Leng wouldn’t stop his brother from pursuing his dream, he understood this person better than his own blood-related brother.

Min Zhi smiled contentedly: “He also tried to persuade me to be a vocal mentor, I agreed.”

“A vocal mentor? That’s great.” Xi Leng smiled. “This show will be a hit, you’ll become even more popular than before.”

In his past life, the vocal mentor for “Shining Boys” was a music producer, who wasn’t good at singing himself, his guidance to the trainees always superficial. Later, he was even exposed for exploiting trainees, almost implicating the program.

If the vocal mentor was Min Zhi, it would undoubtedly be a win-win situation for both parties.

His past life’s experience gave him knowledge of “Shining Boys” future, and he also firmly believed in Min Zhi’s abilities and character.

“Right,” Min Zhi’s gaze fell on the portfolio bag Xi Leng was holding, “what’s that?”

Xi Leng gave him an answer he could never have imagined.

The young man, dressed entirely in black, his skin startlingly pale, opened the black portfolio bag, and like a teacher, took out a drawing board, paper, pencils, a utility knife, and an eraser.

Min Zhi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his soft bathrobe.

Xi Leng also knew his actions were a bit absurd, but he could only continue, saying seriously: “Didn’t you want to draw me?”

“So I called a private tutor to my home in the middle of the night?”

“If you want to think of it that way…”

“…”

Min Zhi suddenly recalled Qiao Yusen’s words.

—You’re both tops.

He naturally hadn’t taken it seriously, thinking he was just spouting nonsense, and was Xi Leng the type to tell others about his private matters? Even he didn’t know, how could Qiao Yusen possibly know?

But.

Min Zhi lowered his eyes, pondering for a while.

Until Xi Leng spoke again, asking: “Are we drawing?”

Min Zhi said: “I’ll go change.”

Xi Leng naturally agreed, wanting him to hurry up, practically breathing a sigh of relief.

Min Zhi returned, having changed into a plain white knit cardigan, using the simple color to suppress his excitement.

Xi Leng attached the drawing paper to the wooden drawing board, about A4 size, he could draw while holding it on his lap.

Min Zhi went to turn up the heating, and after just a few steps, a thin layer of sweat formed on his freshly washed back. He took off the cardigan, leaving only a T-shirt.

Xi Leng’s sweater wasn’t easy to take off, but fortunately, he wasn’t afraid of the heat.

Xi Leng offered the prepared art supplies: “Do you want me to stand, or…”

“Just lie down.” Min Zhi stepped back and offered him the sofa.

Xi Leng only sat down, thinking that “lie down” was an exaggeration. He asked again: “What pose?”

“Lie down.” Min Zhi repeated, then suddenly asked something completely unrelated, “Have you seen Titanic?”

Instantly, a classic scene from that classic movie appeared in Xi Leng’s mind, which happened to be related to his profession.

A man and a woman, meeting by chance on a cruise ship, a spark igniting between them, the woman lying naked on a sofa, the man drawing her, their passionate desire masked by art, expressed in a romantic and sensual way.

After thinking for a moment, Xi Leng replied: “…Mm-hmm.”

“Then take off your clothes and lie down on the sofa.”

“…”

Xi Leng hesitated for a long time.

Just as Min Zhi thought he would definitely refuse, he unexpectedly pulled the hem of his sweater out from his waistband.

Then, with his indifferent face, asked hesitantly: “Can I, just take off my shirt?”