Li Hao, who had been desperate to use the restroom moments ago, suddenly lost all urgency when he saw the scene before him. Maybe it was the alcohol making him emotional, or maybe it was everything he'd been remembering—but he knew alcohol rarely affected him this way.
He looked up at Wang Lai, eyes glassy, lips trembling in horror.
"Li Hao," Wang Lai said softly, reaching out to him.
"Don't touch me," Li Hao snapped, jerking away before stumbling toward the exit—half sober, half drunk.
Wang Lai ran a shaky hand through his hair, his chest tightening with guilt. He didn't fully understand why, but deep down he knew he had done something terribly wrong. He tried to run after Li Hao, but the man he'd been with held onto him. Wang Lai shoved him off angrily, realizing in that moment that every trace of desire for sex had vanished.
Outside the bar, he caught sight of Li Hao getting into a taxi. Without thinking, he sprinted to his car and followed closely behind.
