Chapter 69: Touch Yours
Rong Xingyi’s dance team, Group A, delivered a surprisingly outstanding performance.
They weren’t the strongest individually, but their perfectly synchronized choreography and exceptional teamwork shone through.
They were practically a real boy group already.
The final vote count came out, and they narrowly beat dance team Group B, the two teams receiving the highest number of votes overall, a perfect ending to the performance.
Xi Leng also earned a spot in the various performance reviews.
Filming inside the venue was prohibited, but the fans’ vivid descriptions, without photos, only fueled the imagination, captivating netizens.
Until a live photo was leaked, capturing the few seconds where Xi Leng looked up at the camera, a faint smile on his face.
Xi Leng, attending the performance privately, unlike his cold and aloof demeanor on “Unlimited Escape Room,” was the embodiment of gentleness, the epitome of an artist, and coupled with the curly hair and bucket hat, it was perfect.
The most common comment was, overflowing with husband material, drool, drool, drool.
【When your bias suddenly becomes husband material… you know what that means [link: obvious signs of an idol dating]】
【Is it possible that Xi Leng is also in a relationship?】
【That “also” is very intriguing…………】
【Unlimited Escape Room, truly the best matchmaker variety show】
【Lol, even dating shows aren’t this successful】
【Speaking of which, Leng Leng has long hair, he uses black hair ties… then Min-ge?】
【Aaaaah, CP fans, get out, I don’t want to hear it!!!】
【As a passerby, I also find this very interesting 2333】
【I was wondering how Min-ge managed to keep it a secret, being controlled by Leng Leng makes perfect sense hahaha】
…
And after the performance, Xi Leng couldn’t leave immediately, surrounded by fan groups.
Although he wasn’t a top star, being surrounded by fans was like a lamb entering a tiger’s den.
He signed autographs awkwardly for a while, and after the crowd dispersed, another group of girls came over, showing him the plushies and badges on their bags.
He looked at them, a little puzzled: “…Is this… me?”
The girls nodded excitedly, “Yes! And also Min-shen! We designed them ourselves!!”
He understood, they were CP fans. No wonder they had been arguing about his fan status earlier, some were actually fans of the mentors, encountering him was an unexpected surprise.
Since they were his fans, he signed their autographs more carefully.
The fans, seeing his friendly demeanor, tentatively made a request, “Um… can you draw a small portrait for us?”
Xi Leng wrote down the sentences they requested, but politely declined the drawing request: “I don’t really draw people.”
However, the fans were still excited, happily accepting the autographs.
“Aaaaaah!”
“I get it, I get it!”
…Get what?
“Leng Leng means he only draws Min-shen, everyone, disperse!”
Xi Leng: “…”
A chaotic day.
After the performance, the venue was a mess, littered with discarded fan merchandise.
Security personnel from the program team came over and escorted Xi Leng backstage.
Xi Leng was a public figure now, so he went backstage to greet the young trainees.
Liang Zhun immediately showered him with compliments: “Woah! Leng-ge! Everyone says you’re photogenic, but I think you look even better in person!”
Xi Leng felt a strange familiarity with this boy, he was like his didi.
However, his didi, Rong Xingyi, was uncharacteristically aloof, only reluctantly approaching after being dragged by Liang Zhun.
The brothers exchanged glances. Rong Xingyi smiled brightly, then said, “Leng-ge! I’ve also been a fan of yours for a long time!”
Pretending not to know each other?
Xi Leng chuckled: “Do you want an autograph too?”
Rong Xingyi, committed to his act, eagerly agreed.
The two boys got their autographs. Liang Zhun even bragged to Rong Xingyi: “He wished me luck in debuting, haha, he didn’t say that to you, did he?”
Rong Xingyi couldn’t keep up the act anymore, “Tch… who cares!!”
Xi Leng silently watched them leave, knowing very well that this boy, Liang Zhun, had the underdog script, steadily rising, eventually debuting in fifth place.
Rong Xingyi in his past life didn’t participate in “Shining Boys,” and was involved in a car accident two years later, resulting in amputation. Regardless of his final ranking in this life, as long as he was safe and sound, it was enough. Xi Leng hoped he could achieve his dream but wasn’t overly ambitious.
“Xi Leng.”
A familiar male voice came from behind him.
Xi Leng, the unambitious cannon fodder, turned around and once again saw the protagonist gong walking towards him.
Min Zhi was unusually cheerful today. Perhaps because the trainees performed well, he gave out quite a bit of praise, especially to Rong Xingyi, eight significant words: Shining brightly, a promising future.
Xi Leng looked at him, his hazel eyes unusually soft, his voice gentle as he said: “Thank you.”
Min Zhi wasn’t swayed, his smile unreadable, “Oh? I thought you were going to say sorry again.”
Xi Leng: “…”
So, this person really wasn’t over it yet, Xi Leng’s spirits deflated.
He shouldn’t have asked Rong Xingyi for help, believing that brat’s nonsense.
What flirting.
But Min Zhi waved at him and said: “Let’s go.”
Xi Leng took a step closer before asking: “Where to?”
Min Zhi chuckled: “Where else besides dinner and then back to the hotel?”
The two peacefully returned to the hotel.
As the night deepened, Xi Leng still couldn’t sleep. Like that night at the beach for the first recording, and the many subsequent nights when his mind was too restless for sleep.
After thinking for a while, he took out his phone, hesitating, until his finger accidentally slipped and pressed send.
An unprecedented invitation was sent.
Leng: 【Do you want to go see the ocean?】
His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly tried to retract it, but the “typing…” indicator had already appeared.
Then?
“Zhengzhu (Idol)” poked you.
The typing indicator disappeared. Min Zhi didn’t send anything, and he missed the window to retract his message.
After waiting for about five minutes, he was about to lie down in bed when, knock, knock, knock, the sound of knocking came from the door.
He got up, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and went to open the door.
Standing outside was Min Zhi, in a stylish coat, always a man of action, only saying two words: “Let’s go.”
“…” Xi Leng paused. “I’ll change.”
“Then I’ll wait for you.” Min Zhi casually entered his room.
Being stared at intently, thankfully, Xi Leng didn’t have to change his entire outfit, just adding a thicker jacket, there was no need to hide his scar from Min Zhi now either, he casually removed his scarf and retied it.
After getting ready, he didn’t forget to remind Min Zhi: “It’s windy by the sea, you should also wear a scarf.”
Min Zhi didn’t move, “I thought it was warm here, I didn’t bring one.”
Xi Leng found a scarf of his own and offered it, “Wear it anyway, just in case.”
“Isn’t this what they call…”
Xi Leng: “Hm?”
Min Zhi finished his sentence, “Husband material.”
Xi Leng: “…”
Min Zhi waved his hand: “Let’s go.”
On the now quiet island, the two walked under the moonlight, the sound of waves their companion.
Early winter, even on this tropical island, the night breeze was chilly, ruffling their hair.
Initially, it was Xi Leng leading the way, then Min Zhi took over, unlike Xi Leng’s impulsive suggestion, he seemed to have a destination in mind, leading him to a tent.
“We can sleep in the tent tonight, so you won’t get cold.”
He must have had someone arrange it before coming over. Not only was he a man of action, he was also very thoughtful.
This didn’t quite match Xi Leng’s image of him as a wild creature, but staying in a tent was definitely more comfortable than sleeping on the beach.
Xi Leng wanted to thank him, but swallowed the words, thinking that Min Zhi wouldn’t like it, changing it to, “This is nice.”
Min Zhi’s reply was completely off-topic: “I know I’m nice.”
Xi Leng: “…”
Min Zhi: “But I’m not nice to everyone.”
Xi Leng’s eyelashes trembled, he was at a loss for words again.
The tent was part of the hotel’s design, white dome-shaped tents fixed to the beach or rocks, quite sturdy, the interior also more spacious than a normal tent, with a large, comfortable bed, the two silent figures looking at each other under the transparent roof, a view of the starry night sky.
The problem was, there was only one bed.
Min Zhi, unfazed, sat on the edge of the bed, loosened the scarf around his neck, and said,
“Tell me about Luo Jiayan.”
“Tell me why you liked him.”
“…”
Xi Leng instinctively felt that this topic wouldn’t appease Min Zhi, it might even backfire.
But Luo Jiayan happened to send a message, asking about Rong Xingyi’s performance tonight.
Xi Leng simply replied with two words, 【He won】
Luo Jiayan, however, wasn’t done: 【That’s great!!! Ah Zhao, are you still awake?】
This was a bit tricky.
Just then, Min Zhi leaned closer, asking: “Who are you chatting with?”
Xi Leng didn’t dare lie anymore and answered truthfully: “Jiayan.”
“Give me your phone?”
Min Zhi still asked politely.
Xi Leng couldn’t refuse, handing over his phone without a second thought.
His actions pleased Min Zhi, who, after taking the phone, directly called Luo Jiayan.
Luo Jiayan answered immediately, but an unexpected voice came from the speaker: “It’s me, Min Zhi.”
Luo Jiayan repeated blankly: “…Min-shen?”
“Mm-hmm.” Min Zhi, pressing his fingers against his temples, anticipating the pain, said slowly and clearly, “Xi Leng is with me now, contact him during working hours if you have any business.”
Then he hung up.
Even the most oblivious person would understand the possessive tone in his words.
Xi Leng, whose phone had just been snatched, his expression remained unchanged, which greatly pleased Min Zhi, who generously returned the phone.
And Xi Leng today, as if suddenly enlightened, not only didn’t put away his phone, but even asked: “…You don’t need it anymore?”
Heh.
Min Zhi suppressed a smile, his face stern, and took out his own phone.
Just as Xi Leng breathed a sigh of relief, Min Zhi, his expression indifferent, started reading from his phone: “I want to die in mzlg’s bed.”
“…”
The idol’s judgement never ended.
Xi Leng was already desensitized and asked calmly: “Did you make this one up too?”
“No.” Min Zhi held up his phone. “See for yourself.”
Xi Leng glanced at it and immediately felt dizzy.
He had filtered by keywords when deleting his Weibo posts before, he missed gg (gege), naturally he also missed lg (laogong – husband).
Zhengzhu (Idol) was quite kind, the screenshots he chose during the first judgement were relatively tame.
But now, Min Zhi, no longer showing mercy, the screenshots he showed him were truly outrageous.
Xi Leng: “…”
Min Zhi sat down on the edge of the bed and said to him seriously, “In my opinion, apologies are meaningless, if you truly feel you were wrong, show it with your actions.”
He was always a man of action. Saying what he thought, doing what he wanted, completely different from Xi Leng.
Xi Leng fidgeted uncomfortably and scrolled down.
However, the next picture wasn’t a screenshot, but a live photo of him at the performance, captured on the big screen, bucket hat, black-framed glasses, a smile on his lips.
“…Sorry.”
Min Zhi’s phone suddenly felt like a hot potato. Xi Leng immediately turned off the screen, politely returning it.
Min Zhi took his phone, his gaze still fixed on Xi Leng’s face, not letting go of the topic, continuing, “Rather than saying sorry, why don’t you make those lies come true?”
“When you acquire someone’s company, whether it profits or loses, you’re responsible. You can’t just enjoy the benefits, then complain to the seller when things go south, can you?”
“You bought someone’s fan account, enjoyed the benefits of being my fan, you have to take responsibility for those words.”
Min Zhi was unusually aggressive tonight.
Xi Leng was speechless.
Min Zhi abruptly stood up and walked over to him, stopping just inches away, his gaze meeting Xi Leng’s directly.
“Are you really that frigid?” He seemed to be searching for something in those calm phoenix eyes. Min Zhi’s gaze was intense, his hands, however, restless, and after a while, he smiled, “Oh, you’re not.”
Xi Leng’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his breathing gradually becoming erratic, his black lashes slightly damp.
Min Zhi’s expression was indifferent, but his hand, taking advantage of Xi Leng’s distraction, slipped beneath his waistband, crossing the final boundary.
He didn’t know why, but he, usually so averse to physical contact, didn’t have a single thought of resistance.
Min Zhi turned his head slightly, kissing his lips, his leg pressing against Xi Leng’s. Driven by primal instincts, they rubbed against each other.
Their mingled breaths, intertwined like silver threads, their ownership indistinguishable.
Standing wasn’t convenient, their legs also weakening. They naturally fell onto the bed.
Min Zhi, perceptive, flipped over, pinning the unsuspecting Xi Leng beneath him.
His fingers running through Xi Leng’s long hair, his voice hoarse as he asked: “What’s our relationship now? I want to hear you say it.”
“…”
Xi Leng regained a sliver of reason, his worry, however, about something else, not to mention the impropriety of their current actions, this person was the chosen one of this world, the protagonist gong.
He thought for a moment, pushing Min Zhi’s hand away, holding it with his own, his artist’s hand.
“I didn’t… prepare anything today…”
This was all he could do for now.
His delaying tactic, however, greatly pleased Min Zhi, his dark eyes narrowing in pleasure, occasional soft moans escaping his lips.
He initially thought this process would be long, but who knew—
Weren’t you supposed to be the protagonist gong?
The dampness in his palm wasn’t his. He looked at Min Zhi above him in disbelief.
“Did you think someone else had touched me before? Being sensitive is normal, perhaps you really are a bit frigid.”
Min Zhi, however, was frank and righteous.
“And you’re even rubbing yourself against me, how could I possibly resist?”
Xi Leng: “…”
“Don’t move, let me do it.”
Min Zhi took over, also effectively silencing him.
The second time, they were both exhausted, especially Min Zhi, who had done most of the work.
After casually washing his hands, Min Zhi collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
He did remember to only occupy half of the double bed.
Xi Leng sat on the other side, wide awake.
The aftermath of desire was always a sense of emptiness, but now there was someone lying beside him, a real, warm body, breathing steadily, his face handsome.
He had never felt so content.
Thinking this, he lay down for a while, then propped himself up with one arm.
Min Zhi had forgotten to remove his earrings again.
The night amplified emotions, and the sound of waves outside the tent was the perfect cover.
He inexplicably reached out towards the spot that had piqued his curiosity.
The hard metal of the earring, the soft earlobe, a strange combination of textures.
Min Zhi’s eyelids twitched in his sleep, startling Xi Leng, who quickly withdrew his hand.
But Min Zhi didn’t speak, nor did he open his eyes, instead, he opened his mouth and… stuck out his tongue.
Not removing his earrings when sleeping was one thing, but his tongue stud too, wasn’t he afraid of swallowing it in his sleep?
Xi Leng felt both amused and helpless, understanding what the extended tongue meant, his finger flicking it lightly, his words of refusal carrying a hint of amusement, “…Who wants to touch your tongue stud.”
Min Zhi’s eyes remained closed, but a smile appeared on his lips, his tone teasing, “You’ve already tasted it so many times, still disdaining it?”
