Let me hear you make a sound

Never mind the viewers-even the production crew wondered why there was still no sign of activity from these two.

Huo Xingye and Nan Zhou hadn't been the last to go to sleep the night before. Jiang Zhen and Xu Xiao had lain in bed talking about their hopes for the future until nearly three.

Gu Tang and Zhang Shi had broadcast the most explicit content.

Although Zhang Shi and Gu Tang hadn't gotten intimate right in front of the livestream viewers, they had started out by flirting shamelessly on camera.

Afterward, although they had turned the camera off, their words had been so filthy that the comments went wild, and the stream had nearly crossed the line into getting banned.

The production crew didn't know what the two were doing, but couldn't help suspecting they might actually have gone all the way.

Even now, their audio from last night was still trending.

"Let me hear you make a sound for your big brother."

"You look so pretty when you cry."

A few suggestive sounds had mingled with those words.

Although the microphone had eventually been switched off, apparently, after Zhang Shi left that morning, Gu Tang's assistant had entered their apartment and stayed for quite a while. When the assistant left, a crew member had seen them carrying a bag of trash.

No one dared ask what was in the trash bag.

As for Lu Zhou and Wen Yu, they had been the most boring.

The two hadn't interacted much to begin with, and after work, Wen Yu had outright declared that he needed to look after his health and gone to bed early.

They had therefore been the first couple to end their livestream.

It gradually approached eight thirty. With the other guests about to start their tasks for the new day, the camera in Huo Xingye and Nan Zhou's stream still hadn't been switched on. Even the microphone remained muted.

Faced with the mounting questions and clamor in the comments, Pei Feng made a snap decision, instructing an assistant director and a camera operator to open Huo Xingye and Nan Zhou's door with the spare key.

When the camera operator first heard this assignment, he refused.

"Director Pei, it's fine if nothing's happening, but if I film something, will I make it out alive?"

"If you don't film anything, you'll definitely keep your life. If you do, you'll definitely get paid. If Huo Xingye hits you, just lie down on the floor and squeeze some compensation out of him."

You Make My Heart Flutter was explosively popular within the industry, and the key was precisely Pei Feng's reckless willingness to offend people.

Even when dealing with a long-established industry heavyweight, Pei Feng dared invite the man's ex-wife onto the show as a guest.

Prodded along by the assistant director, the reluctant camera operator went upstairs and stood outside the door, taking deep breaths with the camera on his shoulder.

[Hurry up! Stop dawdling! I need to see this immediately, right now!]

[A livestream has me scrambling around in a panic like an ant in a pan of hot oil.]

[Don't tell me there's actually something unbroadcastable happening inside.]

[To the person above, we're all esteemed VIPs. Be bold! Anything can be broadcast, and we can watch anything!]

[Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. Brother Ye never sleeps in.]

Following the principle of moving fast, aiming precisely, and getting out cleanly as soon as they got the shot, the camera operator and assistant director exchanged a glance. Then the assistant director swiftly unlocked and pushed open the door, and the camera operator thrust the lens inside.

The apartment, which could be seen from end to end at a glance, was utterly quiet.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, falling on the carpet in front of the bed in the corner.

Where light met shadow, two figures lay pressed tightly together on the apartment's narrow bed.

Or, more precisely, the smaller figure sleeping against the wall was almost entirely curled up in the arms of the tall man sleeping on the outside. Apart from his head, nothing else was visible.

Exclamation marks flooded the comments.

Even the camera operator, who had intended to leave as soon as he got the shot, couldn't help freezing in place.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Luo Nan was watching the livestream when the coffee cup in his hand fell onto the carpet with a thud.

Amid everyone's shock, Huo Xingye turned his head. Beneath his slightly disheveled black fringe, his nose traced a sharp, perfect line between light and shadow.

Stripped of all pretense, those deep eyes shot out a terrifying chill.

The camera operator's knees went weak on the spot, but his strong professionalism kept the camera perfectly steady despite the crushing pressure and the Alpha's terrifying warning pheromones.

At that very moment, the camera clearly captured an arm as white as snow slipping out from beneath the covers and wrapping naturally, intimately around Huo Xingye's neck.

The covers rustled, faint movements visible beneath them.

Nan Zhou's husky voice sounded in the quiet room. "So noisy..."

Where the camera couldn't see, he rubbed his cheek and nose against Huo Xingye's neck like a kitten. His warm breath brushed exposed skin, sending an electric tingle across it.

That exceedingly intimate little gesture greatly soothed the Alpha whose territory had been invaded.

Huo Xingye stroked his head. Although his gaze wasn't as frightening anymore, his voice remained utterly cold. "Have you filmed enough?"

Only then did the camera operator finally come to his senses. Along with the assistant director, who had also snapped out of it, he was dragged outside by Huo Xingye's assistant, who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Before closing the door, the assistant director still remembered to slip a task card beside the door and remind them.

"Mr. Huo, the other guests are all up. You... don't forget to look at the task card in a bit."

Bang. As though afraid Huo Xingye would beat him to death the next second, the assistant director swiftly shut the door.

The livestream comments had become completely unreadable.

[Did I open this wrong? Why are these two sleeping together!!!]

[The shippers have won so hard. They're pressed so close together, I don't even dare imagine what they did yesterday.]

[What's that AO couple next door compared to this? AB is the absolute best ship. Starting today, I'm Xingzhou's biggest fan!]

[We saw nothing, yet somehow we saw everything. Am I really allowed to see this? Pant, pant.]

[Give the camera operator a bonus chicken leg!!!]

[Waaaaah, Brother Ye was so fierce just now, but so, so, so, so Alpha and so, so handsome!!! Screaming!!!!]

[It's real, right? This is real, right? Would they sleep together if it weren't???]

[Thinking Xingzhou was an innocent romance was my biggest misconception. What innocent little couple jumps straight into sharing a bed!]

[Unrequited-love edits aren't enough for me anymore. Someone cook up a feast. I want smut!]

[Does anyone understand? That tiny change in the best actor's expression after Nan Zhou hugged him had me running downstairs to do laps on the spot.]

On the other side of the door, although it was now shut, the people inside couldn't sleep anymore either.

In fact, Huo Xingye hadn't been asleep to begin with. His well-regulated body clock had woken him early.

Holding his Omega in the stillness of the morning, feeling the sun slowly rise as light entered the room and fell on the Omega's face, had been like appreciating a superb art film.

Huo Xingye had been so absorbed in Nan Zhou's beautiful, flawless sleeping face that his usually extraordinary senses had failed him for once. He hadn't immediately noticed the movement outside, and so hadn't reacted right away when the door opened.

Although the crew had retreated in time, the sound of them shutting the door still woke Nan Zhou.

The person in his arms scrunched up his whole face, opened his mouth, blinked open his sleepy eyes, and delivered his first outrageous remark of the day.

"I'm starting to understand roosters."

"After all, who doesn't want to scream when they get up early?"