Do you guys really get this wild?

The cameras and microphones for the livestream in Huo Xingye and Nan Zhou's apartment were finally switched on at nine thirty.

The livestream chat was buzzing over the footage captured that morning, with the CP fans still immersed in those brief few dozen seconds.

[Our clingy little couple finally managed to tear themselves out of bed.]

[Is there something we CP fans aren't allowed to see? You were so distant last night. None of that tonight, okay?]

[Brother Ye, I've been your fan for so many years, and you're treating me like an outsider!]

[Huo Xingye, you've really disappointed me. You actually like a two-faced little bitch like Nan Zhou. How can you do this to us fans!]

[Our baby Nan Zhou gets to eat his hubby at night and the breakfast his hubby makes in the morning. He's so blessed, sob sob sob.]

[Brother Zhou next door seems a little off today too, just like Nan Zhou. Could he have been getting naughty with the iris behind our backs too? Hehehe.]

[This is the Xingzhou livestream. If you want to bring up other people, can you get lost and go to their streams?]

Nan Zhou sat at the dining table in the room, coffee in one hand and the breakfast Huo Xingye had made in the other, nibbling slowly.

He was clearly eating breakfast, yet his visibly dazed expression suggested his mind had been gone for some time.

Strictly speaking, though, last night had actually been his most comfortable night's sleep since leaving Huo Xingye's home.

It was just that getting up early was truly hateful for a night owl like him!

Morning grumpiness: MAX!

Resentment toward the production team: MAX!

"Does it taste bad?" the cameraman following him asked cautiously.

That couldn't be right. This was a loving breakfast personally made by his husband, the famous award-winning actor.

It might have been simple, but it looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful. Even the cameraman couldn't help drooling at the sight.

Could it be...

"Mr. Huo went to film his own daytime assignment. Before leaving, he specifically asked us to let you sleep a little longer..." the cameraman hurriedly added.

If the famous actor hadn't pleasantly "requested" it, the production team would have dragged Nan Zhou out of bed at nine...

Speaking of which, what exactly had those two done last night?

Unlike the spaced-out Nan Zhou, Huo Xingye had looked thoroughly refreshed and radiant.

A black cashmere turtleneck paired with a long beige coat made his handsome, flawless features and tall, straight figure all the more captivating, while the morning sunlight lent his refined bearing an even more restrained allure.

Never mind Huo Xingye's fans and casual viewers panting over him-even quite a few of the production team's little omegas and betas, and even some alpha guys, had been so bewitched that they were secretly unleashing feral remarks in the work group chat.

Only after a long while did Nan Zhou slowly focus his attention on the cameraman's face. "Even production brigades wouldn't work their donkeys as cruelly as you do."

The cameraman: "..."

Sticking to the principle that not answering meant he hadn't heard it, he pushed the task card in front of Nan Zhou. "This is your task card for today."

Nan Zhou lowered his eyes and glanced at it without moving.

"Then how about giving Mr. Huo a call? He should be on his way to the set right now," the cameraman suggested again.

It was understandable that he would be in a bad mood after waking up first thing in the morning without seeing his alpha.

His repeated mentions of Huo Xingye finally awakened what little conscience Nan Zhou had left.

Huo Xingye had gotten up early to work because of their meager living allowance.

As his partner, he couldn't slack off either. He had to earn at least a little for the household.

So he reached out and picked up his task card. "Let me see what this is about... Do you guys really get this wild?!"

[Hahahaha, Nan Zhou's expression is killing me!]

[Startled kitty.jpg!]

[Quick, let us see! What exactly is so wild?]

[Huo Xingye's card said to get Nan Zhou to ask for a hug or a kiss before midnight!!! Could Nan Zhou's be even more... My whole face is turning dirty yellow!]

[Pei Feng, admit it. You're the head fan hiding among us Xingzhou CP fans!]

[If it's this wild, surely it has to involve intense hugging in bed, mouths wildly slapping each other's lips, and a cock injection.]

[Beep! Yellow code!]

By the time Nan Zhou left the apartment, it was almost ten.

With the guitar Huo Xingye had given him through the production team on his back, he pulled his sweatshirt hood over his head, his sour expression saying he didn't give a damn, and said nothing.

The task on Nan Zhou's card was actually very simple: go to his band's performance rehearsal.

After Nan Zhou's stunning appearance at the Livehouse yesterday, the production team had fleshed out his persona overnight, changing his task at the last minute from passionately practicing songs at home to rehearsing at the band's practice space.

Since he had turned down the Breaking Dawn Band's invitation, the production team had also hastily found an obscure band that happened to be local to cooperate with the filming.

As soon as he reached downstairs, Nan Zhou came face-to-face with Gu Tang coming out of the apartments.

A brief flash of surprise crossed Gu Tang's eyes at the sight of Nan Zhou, before his gaze settled on the guitar on his back.

Of course Gu Tang hadn't missed last night's trending topics. Not only had he seen them, he had also watched clips of several of Nan Zhou's standout moments at the Livehouse.

It would have been a lie to say he wasn't jealous.

Through the screen, he seemed to see the spirited Nan Zhou of the past again, the one he dreamed of trading places with.

An omega status, a well-off family...

Why? He had clearly lost all of that and fallen into the mud, so why was he still jealous of him? Was it just because the man he had latched onto was Huo Xingye?

His gaze moved from the guitar to Nan Zhou's face, and that sour expression came plainly into view.

Wow, he looks awful.

Could he have had a fight with Huo Xingye?!

That thought lifted Gu Tang's mood considerably.

Forcing a friendly, sweet smile, he hurried over to Nan Zhou. "What's wrong, Nan Zhou? You look terrible. Did something happen?"

Nan Zhou didn't answer.

This only made Gu Tang more certain of his suspicions. He continued, "Heading out at this hour-are you going to do your task? I have a task too. Guess what role I drew?"

Without waiting for Nan Zhou to answer, he started showing off on his own.

"My role is an online shop model who dreams of becoming a supermodel. I'm going to a studio for a photo shoot in a bit."

This time, Nan Zhou finally reacted, turning his head to give him a look.

"You're a bar waiter, right? Are you going to sell drinks later? I've heard there's a lot of pressure to meet drinks sales targets at bars..." Gu Tang pretended to be concerned while covertly putting him down to elevate himself.

He felt the role card he had drawn was a little better than Nan Zhou's, an indirect acknowledgment of his good looks.

Unlike Nan Zhou, who was just an unremarkable bar worker performing for money.

Gu Tang followed Nan Zhou all the way to the electric scooter shelter. Only just before getting on did Nan Zhou say his first words since seeing him. "You could take an app promotion deal."

Gu Tang froze for a moment. "What promotion?"

"When you post your photos after the shoot, remember to add a note: 'Special thanks to Meitu Xiuxiu for its generous support with this photo.'"

With that, Nan Zhou twisted the throttle and sped away on the electric scooter, leaving Gu Tang standing there, still not having processed it.