Deeply Affectionate Male Supporting Character Topped the Protagonist 75

Chapter 75: Mutual Involvement

So hot.

In the chaotic night of tangled limbs, this was the only sensation that registered in Xi Leng’s hazy mind.

Min Zhi cupped his face, bending down, their foreheads touching, murmuring softly, “So hot…”

He wasn’t sure what Min Zhi was referring to.

Xi Leng tilted his head upwards, returning the kiss, his lips on Min Zhi’s.

The drug’s effects on Min Zhi seemed to have subsided somewhat, his movements slowing down, but the kiss deepened, his teeth nibbling on Xi Leng’s lower lip, his voice a low command, “Be more proactive in the future, but only with me. Understand?”

Xi Leng didn’t verbally respond, but he knew what to do now, pushing Min Zhi up, sitting up with him, and before the other person could frown at being pushed away, he decisively kissed him back, as if wanting to swallow that non-existent tongue stud.

They regained their reason, but the entanglement continued, the sound of water, continuous, lasting all night.

Exhausted, their bodies covered in marks of their intimacy, they leaned against each other, listening to their heartbeats, strong and content.

Xi Leng repeatedly traced his fingertips from Min Zhi’s waist to his chest, tentatively touching, then withdrawing.

Min Zhi asked directly: “Want to touch?”

Xi Leng paused for a moment, his concern, “…Your heart, does it hurt?”

Tonight was far more… intense than just kissing, Min Zhi completely defying the novel’s control, walking a different path, entangled with him, a cannon fodder.

“Then touch.”

Min Zhi took his hand and placed it on his left chest, right over his heart.

“Can you feel it?”

Xi Leng said helplessly: “How can I feel that?”

“Of course, you can, thump, thump, thump.” Min Zhi looked at him seriously, saying word by word, “It’s beating for you.”

Xi Leng couldn’t help but think,

It was a pity this person didn’t write love songs.

He could even add some rap, cursing and venting, full of personality. No need for deliberate crafting, just putting his everyday language into lyrics.

Xi Leng went home three times in three days, each time for ten minutes, feeding the cat, cleaning the litter box, and being glared at by Ban Li.

He didn’t know if it was because he smelled of other people or because he was neglecting his duties, but even the little cat had a temper now.

He knelt down, trying to appease the cat his brother brought home, “Good girl, Ban Li…”

Ban Li suddenly turned her head, her mouth wide open, making him brace himself for a bite, but she only extended her tongue, licking his wrist.

A red mark, a clear bite mark where she licked.

Like when he first brought Rong Xingyi to this apartment, the difference being that this bite mark belonged to someone else.

“This isn’t a wound.”

He awkwardly withdrew his hand and continued petting the cat until she fell asleep before he secretly left, going next door.

Speaking of which, Ban Li’s appearance was a bit sudden. The elevator required a key card, and the door to the stairwell was heavy, how did she get up here?

Min Zhi said nonchalantly: “Oh, I put her outside your door.”

So it was Min Zhi who brought home their cat.

Xi Leng sighed helplessly: “Then you’re responsible for her.”

“Oh?” Min Zhi smiled slyly, seizing the opportunity to ask, “In what capacity should I be responsible for your cat?”

…

After a week of… cohabitation, in the cold depths of January in Beijing, the heating had only been on for two days, saving electricity, but not water.

The fourth public performance of “Shining Boys” was in a few days, then the finals two weeks later.

The mentors had been working at the training camp in Nandao during this period. Min Zhi, busy with other matters, couldn’t stay and planned to arrive at the last minute, the night before the fourth performance, as irresponsible as ever.

He conducted the trainees’ rehearsals and evaluations remotely these past few days.

The layout of the master bedroom in Min Zhi’s apartment was the same as next door, no loft, the ceiling over three meters high, spacious and bright, Xi Leng woke up and didn’t see anyone, rubbing his sleepy eyes and getting out of bed with his messy curly hair.

Even more extreme than next door, Min Zhi had renovated this large apartment into only two bedrooms, clearly with no intention of hosting guests, and now, both bedrooms were… a mess.

Xi Leng, running a hand through his hair, went to the second bedroom next door, Min Zhi’s study and studio.

He entered and saw Min Zhi at his desk, busy with something, his computer on, the sound of “Shining Boys” faintly audible. He was writing and drawing on a piece of paper, occasionally glancing at the screen.

“…What are you doing?” Xi Leng walked over and asked.

Having slept together last night, Xi Leng’s body still remembered him, clinging to him was purely a physical reflex.

Just to be clear, it had nothing to do with his mind.

Min Zhi was already dressed, in a penguin-patterned mohair sweater and loose plaid pants, looking comfortable and relaxed. Seeing Xi Leng in his pajamas, not even having washed up yet, the surprise and amusement in his eyes were tangible, making the corners of Xi Leng’s lips curve slightly upwards.

Xi Leng tugged at the corner of his mouth, still not quite used to it, continued walking, and asked again, “What is it?”

He was now standing beside Min Zhi. Looking down, he could see the content on the screen, the dance practice of the trainees had just ended, and a few of them were resting and drinking water in the distance, three heads huddled together in front of the screen, their eyes wide and round.

Xi Leng couldn’t recall which segment this was from the show, and those three teenagers staring intently at the screen made him slightly uncomfortable.

He accidentally glanced at the top right corner of the screen and saw Min Zhi’s upper body, the penguin sweater, and also… his waist and legs.

Xi Leng: “…………”

Min Zhi explained: “I’m on a video call with the kids.”

The kids? Such an intimate yet unfamiliar term of address…

The trainees were all slightly stunned.

Xi Leng quickly moved away from the camera. Thankfully, he hadn’t tried anything sneaky, walking around properly, not letting the camera capture his face.

“Laoshi! Who was that just now?” One of the “kids” mustered the courage to ask.

Min Zhi glanced outside the frame, then replied casually: “Hm? My roommate.”

Trainees: “…?”

The mentor also had roommates like them?

Then Min Zhi directly instructed the program team through the video call, “Director, edit this out.”

“But remember to send me a copy.”

“…？？？”

The trainees were all dumbfounded, watching as he continued working seriously, flipping through his notes, pointing out their vocal problems one by one, also generously praising their progress.

The heating was a bit too strong, and Xi Leng was sitting quietly nearby, accompanying him.

Feeling slightly warm, he tugged at the collar of his sweater, revealing a bit of his collarbone.

A dark red mark on his fair skin, particularly eye-catching.

The teenage trainees all stared.

And Mentor Min’s temper was surprisingly good today, emboldening them.

“Laoshi…” someone asked perceptively, “What’s that on your neck?”

Min Zhi glanced up, checking his neck through the video call window, then calmly lied, “Hm? Seasonal allergies.”

Xi Leng looked up: “?”

Didn’t he use the same excuse for wearing a scarf in the summer?

The news of Min Zhi’s relationship and cohabitation spread rapidly within the “Shining Boys” program team.

He could ask them to edit out the video to prevent the national audience from seeing it, but he couldn’t control the gossip-loving staff.

As a result, the gossip about the mentor actually overshadowed the trainees. Min Zhi, truly a center of attention wherever he went, a top star among top stars, impressive.

However, Min Zhi himself was busy recently, guiding trainees and also… spending time with his roommate, not causing trouble on Weibo, no official announcements, seemingly forgetting his earlier claim of announcing his relationship to the world.

Mainly because Xi Leng showed no intention of doing so, not even a single sweet nothing.

And it was a crucial period for the survival show, so Min Zhi decided to let it go, not wanting to involve Rong Xingyi, who was focused on his training.

Speaking of which, Rong Xingyi didn’t know that his brother rarely went home now.

Before making their relationship official, Min Zhi still had a lot to discuss with his tight-lipped… partner.

After their late-night activities, the atmosphere was just right.

Min Zhi suddenly asked: “Shouldn’t you properly explain to me what you meant by ‘you deserve better’?”

Xi Leng was silent for a moment.

Until his hair was ruffled by an impatient hand, the fingers moving to the back of his neck.

“Because I thought you were being too impulsive, a bit lovesick.” Xi Leng had to speak, “I wanted you to calm down and make a rational decision.”

“I’m perfectly clear-headed, I know what I want, I want you, and my ability to admit that shows I’m not that far gone.” Min Zhi scoffed, his tone righteous, “You’re the one refusing to admit it, your problem is bigger, you’re the lovesick one.”

Xi Leng looked at him, a helpless smile in his eyes, a slight curve at the corner.

“If you’re not lovesick, you should be enjoying what you want, I’m offering myself up, what are you even thinking? At least… drain me dry first?”

These words were truly crude.

“Instead of always avoiding, giving up.” Min Zhi, after a serious sentence, added a teasing one, “Aiya, lovesickness is truly incurable, Mr. Xi, who thinks he’s so calm and rational.”

Xi Leng couldn’t help it, saying with his limited vocabulary, “Sorry.”

Min Zhi’s face instantly changed: “Say that again, and I’m leaving.”

“Then…” Xi Leng, unsure what could replace “sorry,” looked at the person before him and, a thought suddenly occurring to him, said, “Then let’s do it again?”

…

Xi Leng lay on his stomach, his upper body propped up by his elbows.

The soft silk duvet slid down his shoulders, along his smooth back, to his slightly indented waist.

Min Zhi, having finally emerged from the intoxicating pleasure, went to get cigarettes and an ashtray.

He casually placed the ashtray on the carpet, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Xi Leng, who was still lying on his stomach, casually reminding him, “Be careful not to burn the carpet.”

Min Zhi also lay down on his stomach, they only lit one cigarette. Xi Leng took a few slow puffs, only popping one of the two beads inside, and as expected, the person beside him said, “Give me a drag.”

Xi Leng handed him the cigarette.

They weren’t short of money, yet their life now seemed even more… frugal than before.

A moment later, Xi Leng was startled, hurriedly reminding him, “Careful with the ash.”

But it was too late: “…It burned.”

Min Zhi chuckled unconcernedly: “Giving the carpet a tattoo.”

Then he discarded the cigarette butt, the lingering taste of the different but complementary beads, leaning over to kiss Xi Leng.

They were truly, to put it nicely, soulmates, to put it simply, birds of a feather.

Thinking of this, Xi Leng couldn’t help but chuckle.

Min Zhi asked with a smile: “What are you laughing about?”

Xi Leng turned his head, looking at the person beside him, saying seriously, word by word, “You changed my fate.”

He rarely expressed such sentimentality, but Min Zhi didn’t accept it, saying: “No one can change your fate except yourself.”

Xi Leng looked up, his eyes flickering.

Min Zhi rolled over, propping himself up with his arm, hovering above Xi Leng.

After a moment of silent staring, Min Zhi bent down, gently kissing the tip of his nose.

The hand caressing his ear and hair was also incredibly gentle.

The man’s voice, deep and husky in the night, “At most, I’m just involved in your fate.”

The touching moment lasted for only three seconds.

Min Zhi lowered his hips, his eyes and the corners of his lips curving upwards in a smile, “Like this. Haha.”

The sensation of his smooth leg being rubbed by Min Zhi’s was distinct, the heat scorching.

“…” But you’re involved with my… back, right?

Xi Leng quickly flipped over, switching positions.

Min Zhi, now on the bottom, didn’t mind, caressing Xi Leng’s shoulders and neck, replying seriously, “You’re also involved in my fate, we’re mutually involved.”

Xi Leng, not knowing what to say, lowered his head to kiss him.

Then he felt weightless, his vision inverting again, Min Zhi pinning him down, his smile sly, his dark eyes sparkling.

Even Xi Leng’s usually indifferent nature was roused now. He flipped over again, pinning Min Zhi down.

Min Zhi was initially just teasing him, but he gradually became unwilling to lose, using his legs to trip Xi Leng, playing dirty.

Xi Leng rarely got into fights, who would have thought he would experience such an exciting way of fighting with his bed partner?

Taking turns vying for dominance, neither willing to yield. They weren’t really fighting, just that whenever one gained the upper hand, they would kiss the person below, both fueling and extinguishing the fire.

In the middle of winter, they were both hot and sweaty.

“Stop it… I’m tired…” Xi Leng panted.

“Then stop teasing me.” Min Zhi, having gained the upper hand, was quite willing to end this.

Xi Leng, sprawled on the bed, resting, turned his head slightly, noticing the whiteness outside the window, and exclaimed, “It’s snowing, look, it’s snowing heavily.”

Min Zhi wasn’t fooled, “Don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to ambush me.”

“Look at the snow.” Xi Leng insisted.

“Fine.” Min Zhi seemed to have compromised, but his eyes were still fixed on Xi Leng.

Xi Leng, confused, the next second, Min Zhi’s arms were between him and the blanket, his limbs trapping Xi Leng before he turned to look.

So cautious.

Xi Leng couldn’t help but laugh.

Min Zhi, hearing his laughter, immediately said: “Don’t even think about it.”

Xi Leng didn’t say anything, burying his face in Min Zhi’s shoulder, closing his eyes gently, his hands caressing Min Zhi’s strong back, tenderly and lovingly.

The wind howled outside, the snow falling heavily, their time frozen in the warm embrace, almost an eternity.