At first, neither of them paid it any mind.
Until Nan Zhou could no longer hold back the whimpers in his throat, and the corners of his eyes grew red and moist.
As he pulled away, Huo Xingye nipped at his lips.
In the darkness, the room was utterly quiet.
Apart from the persistent doorbell, they could hear each other's heavy breathing.
"Someone's here for you," Nan Zhou said, his voice so hoarse that he startled himself.
"Ignore it." Huo Xingye held his hand and kissed it lightly, deep desire in his eyes.
"Even if it's urgent?"
"This happens all the time."
Some obsessive fans, or minor actors with certain intentions, would do this at night.
They were relentless, as though ringing long enough would get him to open the door.
Nan Zhou caught on too, his lips curving into a foxlike, sly smile. "So heartless, Mr. Huo. You're just going to let them keep ringing in the middle of the night without opening the door?"
Huo Xingye didn't answer him. His kisses moved from Nan Zhou's fingers to his neck.
Nan Zhou's pupils trembled sharply. "...Wait, where are you touching!"
"Someone interested in you is outside the door!"
"Mm, but I'm only interested in you." His low, husky voice brushed against Nan Zhou's collarbone, sending tingles through him. "Besides..."
"You're very excited right now."
Nan Zhou blinked rapidly, his long eyelashes fluttering.
He clutched Huo Xingye's arm. "You drunk!"
The next second, he opened his mouth and bit the Alpha before him hard on the cheek. "Put me down."
When his feet touched the floor again, Nan Zhou's legs were still a little weak.
He pushed Huo Xingye away slightly, then tapped his chest with a finger when he pressed close again. "I hate being interrupted."
"Stand to the