Deeply Affectionate Male Supporting Character Topped the Protagonist 74

Chapter 74: Wishing the Fish Would Bite

Han You, scolded by Jiang Songnan, had lost face and gained nothing, his efforts to curry favor with the eldest Jiang son backfiring spectacularly.

Just as he was fuming, an unexpected person came to him.

Luo Jiayan.

He hadn’t given up on Luo Jiayan yet.

He couldn’t go home empty-handed today, could he? He immediately used the same trick, preparing a beautiful cocktail for Luo Jiayan.

Luo Jiayan’s eyes were still red, looking pitiful, beautiful, and vulnerable, a sight that made one’s heart itch.

Xi Leng returned to the venue to look for Min Zhi, but he was nowhere to be found.

After searching around, his expression and steps unchanged, but his heart gradually racing.

Where did Min Zhi go? Could he have gone upstairs to get a room? If he got a room at the hotel, would he be photographed? Would someone try to take advantage of him, sending someone to his room?

Even if these worries were unnecessary… could Min Zhi handle the drug’s effects on his own? Would it cause irreversible damage to his body? And being entangled with him, a cannon fodder, would Min Zhi’s protagonist halo still work?

Xi Leng wasn’t sure.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, right, he could ask Han You.

Jiang Songnan had already left in anger, while Han You was still wandering around the venue, looking for a suitable target to vent his anger on.

At that moment, Luo Jiayan came to him. Han You greeted him with a fake smile, and Luo Jiayan, still immersed in sadness, was oblivious to the potential danger.

He was still bad at rejecting people, even this obviously suspicious drink.

Xi Leng quickly walked over and, before either of them could react, took the glass and tossed its contents.

The sweet liquid splashed onto Han You’s face.

Han You was stunned, his mouth agape, staring at the young man with the cold and indifferent eyes in disbelief.

A gasp rippled through the surrounding crowd.

Xi Leng, unfazed, said to Luo Jiayan in a low voice: “You should go back early, or are you waiting for someone else to come and protect you?”

Luo Jiayan’s eyes stung, and he almost burst into tears again, “…What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Xi Leng sighed softly, then, after a pause, said, “…But no one owes you anything. Do they?”

Luo Jiayan opened his mouth, speechless.

“I saw Jackson, by the entrance.” Xi Leng softened his stern expression, trying to persuade him gently, “Talk it out, you’re both my friends, I don’t want to see either of you unhappy.”

“I’ll be going now.”

Having dealt with the situation swiftly, Xi Leng, without a second thought, turned and left the venue.

Zhu Minglang’s messages remained unread for half an hour.

Xi Leng stood downstairs, looking up at Min Zhi’s apartment, confirming the lights were on in the living room.

He had been worried the whole way, only now remembering to check his phone, finding Zhu Minglang’s earlier message saying that he had taken Min Zhi home and adding that if Xi Leng was worried, he could go check on him.

…Min Zhi was drugged, and he was telling him to go check on him.

Although knowing this very well, he still knocked on Min Zhi’s door.

Min Zhi inside didn’t seem to hear anything and didn’t come to open the door, so Xi Leng could only enter the password himself.

The first thing he noticed was that the heating wasn’t on. The temperature inside wasn’t much higher than outside, his turtleneck sweater and overcoat were just right, he crossed the brightly lit, empty living room and went to the master bedroom.

Min Zhi happened to be emerging from the bathroom, a loose towel wrapped around his lower body, his whole body dripping wet.

Xi Leng, seeing this, froze, then instead of leaving, asked, “Did you… take a cold shower?”

Min Zhi’s breathing was still heavy and rapid, his bare chest heaving noticeably, he didn’t answer, and Xi Leng stepped closer, a drop of water from his damp hair landing on his hand, icy cold.

It was the middle of winter.

No heating, and taking a cold shower, he was either courting death or trying to get a fever.

Even so, the heat in Min Zhi’s body hadn’t subsided.

His current state was clearly worse than at the venue, his eyes hazy, taking him a while to even focus on the person in front of him.

He even leaned closer to sniff, murmuring incoherently: “You smell so good…”

Xi Leng froze.

Min Zhi suddenly grabbed both of his wrists with his cold, wet hands, preventing him from escaping, then used his teeth to pull down the zipper of his turtleneck sweater.

The scar he had been hiding was once again exposed.

However, Min Zhi wasn’t in his right mind at this moment, completely controlled by his instincts, biting down on Xi Leng’s vulnerable throat.

“Hiss…”

Xi Leng gasped softly, unsure whether it was from the pain or the coldness of Min Zhi’s body.

After a few bites, Min Zhi released him, his warm, wet tongue now gently and tenderly licking the ugly scar.

Saliva could stop bleeding and heal wounds, perhaps it could also reduce scarring? Xi Leng thought randomly, unsure what Min Zhi was thinking, or perhaps it was just a beast feeding, using saliva to… decompose its prey?

He didn’t know, but his throat, where he was being kissed, was numb, while his spine tingled.

His hands were the only parts being held, yet his whole body couldn’t move.

Until Min Zhi’s lips moved upwards, brushing against his.

Min Zhi, regaining a sliver of reason, let go of his wrists, a hoarse warning escaping his throat.

“If you don’t run now…”

Followed by a soft sigh.

“It’ll be too late.”

Seizing his last chance to escape, Xi Leng returned next door.

Quiet, empty, only the sound of his own rapid breathing, a damp stain on the lapel of his coat, from Min Zhi’s body.

He lifted the lapel and sniffed, but there was no scent of shampoo or body wash. Min Zhi probably just took a cold shower, repeatedly.

After calming his breathing, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, leaning against the door weakly, and took out the strongest liquor.

He downed half a bottle in one gulp.

However, when he entered the password at his neighbor’s door again, a beep sounded, the lock unlocked, but the door wouldn’t open.

Min Zhi had locked it from the inside.

Xi Leng’s stubbornness kicked in, perhaps also fueled by the alcohol, anyway, not only did he not leave, he started knocking while sending messages and calling.

Leng: 【Open the door, it’s me】
Leng: 【Open the door】
Leng: 【Missed call】
Leng: 【Missed call】

…

He was determined to have this door opened for him.

After a long while,

Click.

The door slowly opened a crack, and Xi Leng immediately dropped his phone.

Min Zhi, his mind hazy, his reaction slow, hadn’t even seen the returning figure when his face was cupped by two hands, a forceful kiss pressing down on his lips.

Just like how he had kissed him before.

This time, the roles reversed, the power dynamic shifted.

For the first time ever, unexpected, unbelievable, a pleasant surprise.

Xi Leng kissed him actively, fiercely, as if pouring out all the emotions he had suppressed for a lifetime.

Min Zhi’s eyes widened. Xi Leng was looking at him as he kissed him, those hazel eyes no longer holding their usual calm indifference, but swirling intensely, as if wanting to devour him.

Between breaths, Xi Leng quickly removed his coat and jacket, casually throwing them on the floor without even a glance.

His unusual proactiveness was like the most potent antidote, pulling Min Zhi back from the drug-induced haze. Before he could speak, his lips were captured again by the elegant young man, the force of the kiss making his teeth ache slightly.

Xi Leng, panting, didn’t forget to give instructions, “Remove your tongue stud, I’m afraid I’ll swallow it.”

Oh, preparing for a battle?

Min Zhi, amused, looked at him with a smile, expertly removing his tongue stud with one hand, casually tossing it onto the floor, where it landed beside his soft coat.

While he was removing the troublesome tongue stud, Xi Leng also took action, grabbing the hem of his sweater and pulling it over his head.

Min Zhi didn’t have time to admire or appreciate, Xi Leng’s lips were on his again.

Aggressive and relentless.

In the midst of this, Min Zhi couldn’t help but sigh, “…Thankfully the heating isn’t on.”

He was burning up, his heart and body on fire.

The stairs were too far, so they stumbled into the guest room on the first floor, the same location as Rong Xingyi’s room next door.

Even the bed was similar. If Rong Xingyi knew that his bedroom was decorated by his idol, he would probably be ecstatic.

But at this moment, his ge had no time for such thoughts.

Min Zhi was only wearing a bathrobe, which had long since slipped open, revealing his smooth, toned back and shoulders, the soft fabric bunched around his hips.

Even more noticeable now that he was lying down, impossible to ignore even through the bathrobe.

The protagonist gong’s assets, on full display.

Xi Leng’s mind wandered for a moment. His vision inverted, the blue bedding turning into a white ceiling, Min Zhi’s handsome face above him, half in shadow.

His direct gaze fixed on Xi Leng, his voice low and hoarse, “Guess why I told you to run earlier. Hm?”

Xi Leng had a bad feeling, but he couldn’t control himself, pulling Min Zhi down by the back of his neck, continuing the kiss.

After a while of exploration, ready.

Min Zhi suddenly asked: “Do you want me to be on top?”

“…On top?”

The other way around, Xi Leng frowned.

But he didn’t say anything, kissing Min Zhi again, relentlessly.

This kiss was more than just a drop in the ocean, it was adding fuel to the fire, the flames growing stronger, a raging inferno.

“Jackson told me you’re a top.”

Xi Leng hesitated for a few seconds, then hummed in agreement.

“At least let me have some control…” Min Zhi insisted. “I want to be on top.”

Xi Leng: “…”

He had a feeling he was playing with fire tonight.

Min Zhi, having been straight just a few months ago, was inexperienced in this, but he was clearly aroused, and he was also drugged, it wouldn’t be that bad, right? Even if it was, Xi Leng could take care of him, it wouldn’t be a loss.

So he casually prepared himself, then adjusted Xi Leng’s position, supporting him.

Xi Leng, realizing what was happening, his hazel eyes wide with disbelief.

“Be more proactive in the future, like just now.” Min Zhi looked down at him, sighing softly, “You have no idea how much more effective that is than any aphrodisiac.”

Min Zhi slowly sat down, his body enveloping Xi Leng’s, the complete Xi Leng he had been longing for. Body and soul, he had finally fallen completely for this person.