Ya Ye pulled his gaze back from his face, his brows furrowing with a dark cloud. He turned around and walked out, causing the crowd around him to quickly disperse.

Gu Chencha was a bit confused. Was it really this easy to talk to him? At the same time, her hand was held by someone and her face turned red with embarrassment.

He was afraid of being laughed at, so he deliberately made an angry face and looked at the people passing by with a fierce gaze. The appearance of his small white face with furrowed brows was quite amusing, with his thin eyebrows raised in anger and his lips slightly pouted. The hesitant and timid way he dragged his feet made him look more like a newly married shy young bride.

In a gay club, it's not unusual for men to hold hands with other men, but along the way, there were constantly people casting glances at them.

Gu Chencha actually wished that they were just looking at him and this drunkard because of their good looks and that they took a few more glances. But obviously, it was clear that what those people had in their eyes was more astonishment.

He didn't know about his own identity being held, didn't know that he was famously hated for being touched, and even more disgusted by the actions of the person wearing the uniform of Gu Chencha. He only felt a sense of sadness as he watched the slowly retreating figure, clearly holding his hand tightly, but seemingly unable to hold on, afraid to turn back around.

But he considered himself fortunate to have borrowed this person's good fortune and experienced the thrill of pretending to be powerful. He felt rather proud in his heart.

It is clear that this man is very formidable, and those people are afraid of him. He managed to extricate himself from the crowd of onlookers, and no one dared to say another word. They obediently made way for him, avoiding him like the plague. However, in his eyes, it was not disgust but rather an instinctual fear—only he was ignorant and fearless.

Just as he easily dealt with those two burly henchmen, now the figure walking ahead of him was swaying and stumbling, making Gu Chencha feel a twinge of sadness. Suddenly, the person stumbled, and Gu Chencha hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Just as he was about to say, "Be careful," the person was already too drunk to stand, falling onto him. Gu Chencha staggered, and both of them fell against the wall.

The person supported by his hand was too heavy, and Gu Chenchai's body was not agile. His head went straight back and he closed his eyes, waiting for a painful impact. However, after a slight tremor, he only collided with a few brittle bones.

The mute person rested his hand on the back of his head.

Gu Chencha opened his eyes and met those narrow, elongated eyes, as if they had been waiting for him there for a long time. The man, who was already on the verge of collapse, stubbornly and diligently stared at him. Gu Chencha had only wanted to see if this drunkard was focused, but accidentally got caught in those pupils hidden beneath fair eyelids. Those pupils were pitch black, even darker than his jet-black hair, resembling a bottomless abyss.

He could never have imagined that at that moment, this person had found something in his eyes that warranted such a persistent gaze – but without a hint of misunderstanding, Gu Chencha certainly did not have a chance to step into his world.

Gu Chenchah gradually became aware that ever since this person barged into the private room, his eyes seemed to have been glued to him and couldn't be moved away. The man was looking at something through his eyes, and Gu Chenchah also wanted to see something through those eyes...

Suddenly, the hand resting on the back of his head swiftly turned around, hooking onto the back of his skull and pressing it towards his own face. It was only then that Gu Chenchai snapped back to his senses, his gaze fixed upon the beautiful face of that person now so close, their noses almost touching. In an instant, his mind went blank and his entire face felt like it was on fire, as if his skin was burning through his clothes.

The man scrutinized the subtle emotions in his eyes like a blind person feeling an elephant. Before Gu Chencha could react, the man nodded slightly and covered his unloving lips on top. His warm, moist hand wrapped around his shoulder and forcefully pressed him towards himself, causing the alcohol to seep into his clothes.

Gu Chencha's eyes suddenly widened into perfect circles.

He was a straight man with heterosexual orientation. Suddenly being kissed by a man made his confused mind go blank. He tried to move his hand to break free, but witnessed a tear roll down from the closed eyes. It felt as if a crack had formed in a corner of his heart, and inexplicably, he did not push the person away.

Feeling his compliance, the man straightened his back and reached out his other hand, wrapping it around his back to press him against himself. Then, he parted his lips, as if searching for a unfamiliar memory scene from his recollection, learning intermittently, fumbling to extend the wet tongue inside.

Gu Chencha felt that slippery thing, like a little snake, searching for his tongue. He felt as if his head was being electrocuted. He instinctively pressed against the man's chest, subconsciously wanting to push him away. But it was already too late. The man retaliated by pulling the hand that was pushing him away, tightly gripping it in his palm and pressing it against his warm chest.

Gu Chencha took two steps back as he was deeply kissed by him. The man followed closely, his lips tightly pressed against his face, overwhelming him with a frenzy of possessive kisses, devouring him eagerly.

Gu Chencha dazedly opened her eyes, watching the man kiss her passionately from different angles. Her curled, lifted eyelashes repeatedly brushed against her nose, and the sound of their saliva mingling in their mouths was subtle and reserved. However, as it reached her eardrums, it exploded like thunder, leaving her blushing and her whole body aflame.

But the man's scent is unusually clean, without the smell of tobacco, nor the smell of alcohol. How could he be drunk!

Gu Chencha could not resist her feelings any longer. In the end, she was pressed against the wall, with the two of them tightly intertwined. Under the oppressive possessiveness, he finally closed his eyes as if giving up resistance.

The good-looking man, who was drunk, tightly restrained him and turned him over on Gu Chencha's trembling lips, driving him close to madness.