Qi Huai and Yoon Nam-hyuk had originally planned to apologize and then leave, but everyone seemed particularly interested in their story. After a lot of back-and-forth, they couldn’t refuse and stayed for a few more drinks.

Qi Huai did want to stay and chat more because, with Yoon Nam-hyuk’s personality, a little more conversation would likely defuse his anger, preventing him from giving Qi Huai the cold shoulder on the way back.

Although being pouty was cute, for a semi-Alpha in his sensitive period, being treated that way by his partner inevitably made him feel sad. When he felt sad, he tended to do things that went too far, so it was better to control himself.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t great. After a few drinks, he started to feel dizzy. Qi Huai thought, dizzy is good, he’ll go to sleep early, and we’ll start Day 3 filming right away tomorrow. This way, he won’t have time to be mad.

He was thinking very optimistically.

President Yoon chatted happily with his new friends at the beach bar, especially the new director. The new script he was talking about intrigued Yoon Nam-hyuk, and the two even exchanged contact information, agreeing to talk in more detail another day.

Qi Huai, who was secretly listening while staring at his drink, quickly decided he didn’t want to chat anymore and began urging Yoon Nam-hyuk to go home.

Yoon Nam-hyuk sighed: “You are so not normal today.”

He was extremely abnormal, because Qi Huai had never interrupted him while he was talking business. He was wiggling around him like a loach, and President Yoon was very unaccustomed to it.

“Am I?” Qi Huai took Yoon Nam-hyuk’s hand, their two wedding rings rubbing against each other. Under the table, his ankle was also pressing against his gege’s calf. “Aren’t you sleepy? I’m sleepy.”

Everyone around them was tactful and smiled, showing their understanding.

“The drinks at this bar are indeed a bit strong. People with low alcohol tolerance get tired easily.”

“Filming a variety show must be tough. If you’re tired, you should rest early. Come back and join our event when you have time.”

“The bar owner is a chef who returned from Italy. He’s having a food tasting next week. I’ll send you two an invitation.”

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On the way back, Qi Huai became even stranger.

During the day, he was very excitable, always trying to provoke Yoon Nam-hyuk and make him angry. At night, he just wanted to stick to Yoon Nam-hyuk. He couldn’t even stand being apart for ten minutes, so he made up the “variety show script” in front of everyone, which was really just an excuse to kiss him.

Now that they were finally alone, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s slightly tipsy eyes were fixed on him, as if inviting a kiss. But Qi Huai became silent, staring into space with his eyes downcast, not saying a word.

“Are you not feeling well?” Yoon Nam-hyuk started guessing all sorts of possibilities. “You don’t have a fever, and there are no other symptoms… Do you not like filming variety shows?”

He was fine before the show started, but as soon as filming began, he started acting strange and always said he was unwell. It was just a fever, and the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong. It was just like a little kid getting sick as soon as school starts…

Qi Huai first hummed, then said no. He lay on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s shoulder, his nose starting to rub against the back of his neck: “It’s not that I don’t like filming the show, it’s just not a good time.”

“What do you mean, ‘not a good time’?” Yoon Nam-hyuk was confused.

Qi Huai didn’t answer. His warm hand slipped into Yoon Nam-hyuk’s clothes, and he held his earlobe in his mouth, whispering: “Hyung… kiss me. I want you.”

The scent of the cocktails they drank blended together. They kissed the entire way back, only separating for a few steps from the car to the front door. As soon as they entered the house, they started kissing again.

Day 3 was a home shoot, and all the cameras were still on. It was only when Qi Huai pressed him against the entryway and kissed him until he was dizzy that Yoon Nam-hyuk remembered.

“Qi Huai… Qi…” Yoon Nam-hyuk pushed Qi Huai away, panting. “The cameras are still on.”

“Oh, right, so annoying…” Qi Huai looked annoyed, plopped down on the floor, covered his face, and took a deep breath.

To prevent the cameras from filming something they shouldn’t, Yoon Nam-hyuk, with his ears red, pulled his coat down from the hanger in the entryway and covered Qi Huai’s lower body. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

He pursed his lips and leaned into Qi Huai’s ear, whispering: “I’ll take care of you, but don’t go too far tonight. Tomorrow is the last day of filming. Bear with it.”

They had already been so unrestrained in front of the production team once. It would be too embarrassing to do it a second time.

Qi Huai understood this. He turned his body, swallowing his increasingly hot saliva, and shook his head: “No. Let’s sleep in separate rooms tonight. We’ll talk after the show is over.”

He sighed inwardly. He shouldn’t have been fooling around with Yoon Nam-hyuk last night, and he shouldn’t have had a drink tonight. The sensitive period would make him lose control and do whatever he wanted. Once he started, he probably wouldn’t be able to stop. So it was better to sleep in separate rooms and not do anything.

Qi Huai closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, then he picked up the pile of clothes and walked towards the guest room. Yoon Nam-hyuk stood there, staring at his retreating figure.

Is he mad? Because we can’t do it?

The hot atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

When the production team edited this part, they deliberately added a lot of romantic background music and funny subtitles, so the netizens in the live stream were just laughing. They also said that PD Seo was too cruel; filming so late that the little couple didn’t even dare to kiss and could only pretend to be strangers at home.

But only Yoon Nam-hyuk knew that the sudden cold shoulder from his partner was not as funny as it looked after editing.

For the rest of the time.

Qi Huai went to shower, and Yoon Nam-hyuk sat in the living room pretending to watch TV. He started to recall whether Qi Huai usually told him before he showered or if he just went without a word. Was the other person’s silent trip to the bathroom a sign of anger?

He thought about it for as long as Qi Huai was in the shower. After ten minutes, Qi Huai came out in a bathrobe, and Yoon Nam-hyuk realized he wasn’t looking at him…

Am I sitting in an inconspicuous spot? Yoon Nam-hyuk thought. Why isn’t he looking at me? Why doesn’t he ask what I’m watching? Why doesn’t he ask if I want to shower?

Soon, Qi Huai went to the kitchen to get water. Yoon Nam-hyuk followed and drank a glass of water, too. Then he chewed on an ice cube, the crunching sound trying to get someone’s attention, but that someone didn’t seem to notice.

Afterwards, Qi Huai went to the walk-in closet. Yoon Nam-hyuk followed him again…

“Are you taking your medicine?” Yoon Nam-hyuk asked cautiously.

“I’ll explain tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow. I’m still feeling a little unwell today and want to go to bed early.”

He glanced at the camera crew, not going into detail, and not having the energy to. Almost all his willpower was used to keep himself away from Yoon Nam-hyuk.

Yoon Nam-hyuk didn’t understand. He took a step forward: “Qi Huai…”

“Wait!” Qi Huai quickly stopped the approaching Yoon Nam-hyuk. His face was not looking good, and a vein in his forehead seemed to be throbbing.

He first took the pile of Yoon Nam-hyuk’s clothes to the guest room, then he went back to the walk-in closet and gave the dazed and thoughtful Yoon Nam-hyuk a light kiss on the face, comforting him softly: “Don’t worry, I’m just a little unwell. I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep. Goodnight.”

The door to the guest room closed with a click.

The moment Qi Huai’s figure disappeared, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s lips were pressed together, and he looked very unhappy.

He said he was unwell, but the doctor said he wasn’t sick. He said he didn’t dislike filming, but ever since filming began, his behavior has been abnormally off. If there’s a reason, why can’t he say it today? If he wanted to, we could take it slow.

The more Yoon Nam-hyuk thought about it, the more upset he became. It only took a second for him to go from hurt to angry.

Hmph. You scoundrel…

He turned off all the cameras on the second floor, went to the bathroom to shower, and then changed into the thinnest silk pajamas. His body was steaming with the hot vapor from the bathroom as he stood at the guest room door and said: “Qi Huai, open the door.”

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Half an hour ago, Qi Huai slowly fell asleep. The scent on his partner’s clothes provided him with a faint sense of satisfaction. It wasn’t enough, but it was better than not being able to stop.

He did not want the production team to show up and find a mess everywhere, and Yoon Nam-hyuk so limp he couldn’t move…

The sleeping semi-Alpha’s body temperature was getting higher and higher. He was completely unaware that the alcohol had become a catalyst for his sensitive period, continuously accelerating his desire towards an eruption.

The heat spread, and the unique woody scent of an Alpha diffused in the guest room, a fragrance that could penetrate deep into the lungs.

Yoon Nam-hyuk, who had been calling for Qi Huai for a while without a response, opened the door with a key and smelled this familiar, very strong scent.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s face was in a daze. He had always been curious about why he could smell this scent whenever he and Qi Huai were intimate. He once asked if it was perfume, but Qi Huai just smiled and shook his head, saying it wasn’t.

He later thought about it and agreed. If it were just perfume, it wouldn’t only appear when his body temperature rose. What could that scent be? He even joked, asking Qi Huai if it was the smell of hormones.

Upon hearing this, Qi Huai was stunned for a moment, then asked Yoon Nam-hyuk in return: If it really is the smell of hormones, do you like it?

Yoon Nam-hyuk said he did, of course. The first time I saw you, this scent captivated me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days.

Qi Huai laughed happily: “Yes, it’s the smell of hormones. The hotter your body gets, the stronger the scent. So, if you like it, smell it more. Maybe one day this scent will be gone.”

At that time, Yoon Nam-hyuk thought Qi Huai was being mysterious and deliberately teasing him, but now…

Yoon Nam-hyuk leaned closer to the sleeping Qi Huai and took a deep breath. It smelled so good… He reached out to check the other person’s temperature and found it seemed normal. Was he just asleep? President Yoon, who didn’t notice that he was also very hot, thought this.

His tailbone tingled, and his legs instinctively squeezed together. The desire that hadn’t stirred for days was inexplicably starting to stir again. However, his newlywed husband was sleeping like a log.

Hmph, you have a secret.

A secret you’ve been hiding from me for a long time.

A secret you’ll only tell me the day after tomorrow.

Ha! The day after tomorrow?

Dream on.

Yoon Nam-hyuk lifted the quilt. The pile of clothes on the bed made him frown, but he didn’t have the mind to think about why. He only wanted to punish his ungrateful husband.

You say you won’t do it, so you won’t do it?

I’m going to do it anyway.

He grabbed Qi Huai’s collar and sniffed from his neck to his waist, then let out a snort: “You’ve been holding back so much, and you still say you won’t do it?”

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The sleeping Qi Huai was half-conscious, half-dreaming.

In his dream, he felt as if he was sinking into a warm body of water, as soft as a cloud, making his tense nerves relax.

He let out a low, breathless groan. As he opened his eyes, he saw a flushed and flustered Yoon Nam-hyuk.

The other person was biting his lip, his eyes half-closed. One hand was gripping Qi Huai’s collar, and the other was caressing his lips.

“Qi Huai… h-help me.”

President Yoon, who was in a dilemma, whimpered. His expression became even more unbearable. This kind of thing was always led by Qi Huai. He wanted to try it himself today because he was angry, but he ended up getting stuck and only felt miserable, without any of the pleasure that usually made his nerve endings dance with joy.

I should have just let him take care of me.

Regrets…

Qi Huai stared at Yoon Nam-hyuk, then suddenly smiled, his voice hoarse from the fever: “Hyung, why are you so greedy? You’re trying to sneak a bite while I’m sleeping, and you’re crying because you can’t swallow it. You’re so delicate.”

“You’re the delicate one! Sheesh, you’re always feeling unwell for no reason. I don’t know what’s wrong with you!” Yoon Nam-hyuk angrily punched Qi Huai in the chest and sank down.

Qi Huai immediately groaned: “Oh…”

At that moment, Qi Huai became the meat in Yoon Nam-hyuk’s mouth. As long as Yoon Nam-hyuk didn’t let go, he couldn’t escape. Of course, he didn’t want to escape.

Qi Huai wrapped his arms around Yoon Nam-hyuk, directly pressing him into the pile of clothes. He sniffed and kissed him, transforming into a very proactive, fragrant piece of roasted meat, wishing he could squeeze himself directly from the diner’s mouth into their stomach.

For the first half of the night, President Yoon felt great.

For the second half of the night, President Yoon started crying.

When the sky was just beginning to lighten, President Yoon’s eyes were almost swollen from crying. Qi Huai, who was still feverish, felt refreshed and sent a message to PD Seo, who was not yet awake.

“Nam-hyuk has a fever. We’ll film in the afternoon.”

A few hours later, PD Seo scratched his head: Huh? Why are these two taking turns getting sick? No matter how busy you are with work, you need to take care of your bodies.

Qi Huai replied: Got it. He’s taking medicine now.

He looked down at Yoon Nam-hyuk, who was kneeling on the bed, and gently pinched his chin, coaxing softly: “Hyung, good boy, open your mouth wider.”