Wear it for me again

"Huh?" Tang Yang was puzzled.

What did that have to do with whether he had an Omega?

[Huo Xingye!!! I suspect you're making dirty jokes!!! But I have no proof!!]

[Aaaaaaaaaah, am I allowed to hear this? They've really done it, haven't they, haven't they, haven't they?]

[So they really were fighting in bed, huh? Mm-hmm, no wonder Nan Zhou called it spice earlier. This couple really knows how to play.]

[My innocent little face has turned filthy.]

[Did you do that on purpose or by accident? Damn it, one perfectly ordinary sentence sent my mind straight into the gutter. If you've got the guts, fight where we can see it!]

Nan Zhou and Huo Xingye got on the electric scooter. This time, they did not even exchange a word before Huo Xingye naturally took the front seat.

After a busy day, Master Nan sat behind him, milk tea in one hand and his other arm around the Alpha's narrow waist. "Where did you work today?"

"On a film set."

"What did you play?"

"A mob boss." After answering, Huo Xingye added, "Want to see?"

They had nothing else to do anyway, and Nan Zhou was quite interested in seeing Huo Xingye play a mob boss, so he hummed his agreement.

"My phone's in my right pocket. Get it yourself. The password is..." Huo Xingye paused. Just as he was about to continue, Nan Zhou shushed him first.

"We're livestreaming. Everyone can hear."

He slipped his hand into Huo Xingye's coat pocket, took out his phone, and held it up toward the front. "Look at the camera."

After unlocking the phone with facial recognition, Nan Zhou followed Huo Xingye's instructions and found the clip of him playing the mob boss on set that afternoon.

The camera could not capture what was on Huo Xingye's phone, but the viewers had already seen his mob boss performance during the afternoon livestream.

[My man Xingye: I look so hot as a mob boss. You'll fall head over heels.]

[Aaaaaah, does anyone get how doting he is? He just let Nan Zhou take his phone to watch and was even going to tell him the password.]

[Huo Xingye, what happened to being unapproachable? You really do have double standards! You even let him freely browse something as private as your phone. Damn it, who's crying again because their ship is real?]

[Pant, pant. The award-winning actor's mob boss look alone is enough to make me drool. So hot.]

[Could tonight's roleplay be mob boss × little teacher?]

[Wave a pregnancy test through this livestream a couple of times and it'll come back with two lines.]

[Underwear for sale, underwear for sale.]

Huo Xingye had only been playing a bit part to begin with, without many scenes, and the footage in the video was even shorter.

But whoever had filmed it had produced an extremely high-quality video. Paired with that sharp, clean-cut mob boss styling, Huo Xingye's Alpha energy practically overflowed from the screen. He was ridiculously handsome.

After watching it once, Nan Zhou instinctively dragged the progress bar back and watched it twice more before speaking.

"Can you get an outfit just like this one?"

"Why?"

"I'll pay. Find a chance to wear it for me again."

[!!!!!!!!!!]

[I told you, he's seriously good at flirting!]

[Make him wear it, make him wear it! We want to see too!]

The Alpha's low chuckle drifted through the wind.

"You like it that much?"

"It's really hot. Makes you want to..." Nan Zhou paused with the words on his lips. "Did you get paid?"

Even Huo Xingye was momentarily taken aback by the abrupt change of subject, then laughed. "You care that much?"

"Of course. We're a couple. What's yours is mine, so if you lose out, don't I lose out too? Besides, you're an award-winning actor playing a bit part on their set. We can't let this stingy production get a bargain by paying you less than you're worth."

"It's bad enough that they keep trying to trick songs out of me, but now they're trying to take advantage of my man too. Do I look that easy to push around?"

The string of sweet, straightforward declarations-"a couple," "what's yours is mine," and "my man"-sent the shippers in the livestream into a frenzy, their comments practically filling the screen.

But their reactions were nowhere near as strong as Huo Xingye's.

Although he still wore that faint smile, the sudden sweet words warmed him deep inside.

The desire hidden in his depths stirred restlessly. Even his blood seemed to heat up a little, surging in a certain direction.

Starlight seemed to spread slowly through those pitch-black eyes.

A hint of scorching heat lay within their tenderness.

"No."

"So if they try anything funny, just tell me... Why have we stopped?"

As the drizzle showed signs of turning into a downpour, Huo Xingye suddenly stopped the scooter, and Nan Zhou asked in confusion.

"The battery's dead."

"Huh?!"

With both feet on the footrests and his hands on Huo Xingye's shoulders, Nan Zhou pushed himself up and looked ahead.

The battery indicator on the scooter's dashboard was indeed at empty.

"...Seriously, they might as well cancel this show. They can't even be bothered to charge the guests' scooter." He quickly finished the last sip of milk tea and climbed off the back seat.

In less than half a minute, the light rain, previously only a few scattered drops, suddenly came pouring down like pearls from a broken string.

They pattered against clothes, hair, and the ground.

"We're not far anyway. Let's just leave the scooter here and run back." As Nan Zhou spoke, he pulled his sweatshirt's hood over his head.

Huo Xingye did not object. He swung a long leg over and got off, taking off his coat at the same time.

A shadow suddenly fell over Nan Zhou's head, shutting out both the raindrops and the sound of them striking his body.

Nan Zhou looked up, meeting Huo Xingye's gentle eyes.

"Take it." Huo Xingye motioned for Nan Zhou to take the coat he was holding over his head.

The rain grew heavier, soon leaving the Alpha's hair half-soaked. His long, curled lashes looked like fluttering butterfly wings in the rain, lending him a different sort of sex appeal in the dim yellow haze of the rainy night.

His heart pounded hard twice.

Still, he was not a girl. There was no need for this.

Nan Zhou deftly unzipped his own jacket and swiftly took it off under Huo Xingye's slightly astonished gaze.

Taking Huo Xingye's coat with one hand and stuffing his own into his arms with the other, Nan Zhou smiled. "One good turn deserves another. Let's go."

With that, he held the Alpha's warm, pleasantly scented trench coat overhead and ran forward through the rain.

Huo Xingye stood where he was, watching Nan Zhou's retreating figure grow distant in the night. His gaze deepened slightly, a shadow falling across his eyes.

By the time they returned to the apartment nearly ten minutes later, they were almost completely soaked.

The moment they arrived, Nan Zhou impatiently stripped off the sodden sweatshirt clinging to him and tossed it onto the floor.

Following behind him, Huo Xingye blocked the cameraman outside the door and reminded him, "Go take it off in the bathroom."

With both hands at his waist, about to lift his undershirt, Nan Zhou turned to look at the equally drenched tall man standing in the entryway, his movements pausing slightly.

Huo Xingye pointed at the camera the production team had installed in the apartment.

Nan Zhou nodded and walked into the bathroom in a few strides.

But a second later, he poked his head back out. "Together?"