After relieving himself, Shao Mingyin turned on the faucet of the wash basin to wash his hands, but gradually felt his face burning. He leaned down to wash his face, and the cold water brought a moment of tranquility to his face. He had a good alcohol tolerance, but the alcohol content he ordered today was high, coupled with the bomb shots, he indeed couldn’t bear it.

With his eyes closed, he thought of Lawyer Li and guessed that he had already left. His words to him just now were still frivolous, but the refusal was evident.

Shao Mingyin wiped his face, but didn’t immediately turn off the faucet. Instead, he leaned over the edge of the sink with his hands and looked down at the flowing water. He didn’t feel drunk, just a bit numb from the alcohol, but it didn’t affect his ability to make accurate judgments. For example, he would turn off this water sound immediately, leave, and then go home.

But when he raised his head, he saw someone standing behind him in the mirror.

Shao Mingyin’s first reaction was to move away, as it would be easiest to attack him from that position. However, when he squinted slightly and saw who the person was, he not only didn’t move, but didn’t even turn around.

Liang Zhen was standing behind Shao Mingyin, looking at the reflection of Shao Mingyin in the mirror, then at the Shao Mingyin in front of him. He shook his head slightly, his eyes widening, looking oddly cute.

Shao Mingyin looked at the handsome young man in the mirror and said, “What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, quite a coincidence,” Liang Zhen replied, not knowing what to say for a moment. Then Shao Mingyin asked, “Why are you here?”

Liang Zhen originally wanted to explain that he was straight, but when he heard Officer Shao’s question, he became indignant. He straightened his chest and said, “What do you mean, why am I here? Why can’t I be here? If you can be here, why can’t I?”

Shao Mingyin smiled with a hint of amusement, “You don’t seem like it.”

Liang Zhen couldn’t understand why there was a need to compare with homosexuals. But his mouth was faster than his brain, and he blurted out, “You don’t seem like it either.”

Indeed, Shao Mingyin didn’t seem like it, at least not like Liang Zhen’s concept of a gay person. He always thought that most of them were effeminate, and how could Officer Shao, who had kicked down doors and arrested people, be like that?

“Even if I were, what about it? How old are you, to be hanging out in gay bars?” Shao Mingyin squeezed some hand soap, lowered his head to wash his hands, and continued, “Satisfy your curiosity and leave. The situation here in Wenzhou is not much better than in Sichuan. You, coming from the northwest…”

Liang Zhen interrupted, “Are you going home with that guy from earlier?”

Shao Mingyin looked up, his face expressionless, sending a chill down Liang Zhen’s spine.

“You saw everything?” Shao Mingyin asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been observing since he offered you the drink,” Liang Zhen said, unaware of Shao Mingyin’s unease, “That guy is definitely up to no good. The alcohol content was too high from the start, he had malicious intentions. Officer Shao, you can’t fall for his tricks, you can’t go meet him—”

“Go meet him for what?”

“To, to…” Liang Zhen stuttered, feeling embarrassed to say those words. “I’m just reminding you, it’s not good, he’s definitely not a good person.”

“Is that so?” Shao Mingyin looked at Liang Zhen in the mirror, genuinely sincere and without malice. Suddenly, he wanted to tease him a bit. Under the influence of alcohol, he asked Liang Zhen, “What if I want to meet him?”

Liang Zhen was also taken aback, never considering this possibility.

“But it can’t be him!” Liang Zhen blurted out, “That’s like letting a good cabbage be snatched up by a pig! Look at his face, look at his physique, is he outstanding in any way?!”

Shao Mingyin, who had been somewhat wary, relaxed completely upon hearing this metaphor. He finally turned around, deliberately scrutinizing Liang Zhen up and down, jokingly said, “So, judging by face and physique, should I go with you?”

Once again, Liang Zhen was taken aback, his stomach tightening this time.

“Alright, go home already,” Shao Mingyin said, about to leave the restroom without saying anything more. But Liang Zhen, thinking that Shao Mingyin was determined to meet that person, became anxious and blocked his way.

Shao Mingyin hadn’t intended to hook up with anyone, nor did he know how to explain it. But Liang Zhen, with his impulsive temper, interrupted him again.

“My friend is waiting outside, he’s watching that lawyer guy. Officer Shao, if you really have needs, can’t you wait until you’re sober to find someone else? I—” Liang Zhen frowned, being honest with Shao Mingyin, “I’m afraid you’ll regret it when you wake up tomorrow.”

Shao Mingyin wasn’t actually drunk, but his face was indeed flushed. Just now, in front of the mirror, he noticed that his cheeks were slightly red, giving him a slightly intoxicated look, but definitely not to the extent that Liang Zhen was worried about. Seeing Liang Zhen’s concern, he felt that he needed to explain what he had whispered to Lawyer Li, or Liang Zhen wouldn’t let him go. He wasn’t a regular at bars; he had just been feeling emotionally unwell lately and wanted to drink a few glasses quickly, which was why he had come here. As for why he came to a gay bar, Shao Mingyin was a man and single, and in his mid-twenties, how could he not have needs? Most of the time, Shao Mingyin pleased himself, but the thought of a hookup had also crossed his mind.

But he wasn’t someone who acted impulsively. Every time such a thought arose, it was dispelled as soon as he entered the room. Over the years, he had never really slept with anyone.

But just as he was about to speak, he looked up and saw the sincere eyes of the young man in front of him, and suddenly changed his mind.

Shao Mingyin suddenly felt that it wasn’t a bad thing to be drunk.

He smiled slightly, his voice slightly lowered, with a slight nasal tone that sounded teasing.

“So, who do you think I won’t regret sleeping with?” Shao Mingyin asked Liang Zhen, “Could it be you?”