Under everyone's watchful eyes, before anyone could react, Nan Zhou disappeared from the camera's view.
The staff and camera operators present instinctively sucked in a breath.
The livestream comments were even more indecent.
[Holy shit, aaaaaah, what is this? He just dragged him straight inside? Brother Ye, you... nosebleed.]
[An Alpha in his rut and his lover. I don't even dare imagine what's going to happen in there. My shame is gone, and so are my panties.]
[With that move just now, is Zhou Bao going to get done to death in there? My mind is so filthy.]
[But isn't Brother Nan a Beta? He can't soothe Brother Ye, can he? Suddenly this feels so angsty.]
[Didn't he bring suppressants?]
[Soothe him? With what? Zhou Bao's beautiful body? Hmm?]
In the dressing room, just beyond the door, Huo Xingye pinned Nan Zhou against the thin door panel.
When he was dragged inside, he hadn't reacted at all, hadn't even made a sound. Only when the bottle of inhalable suppressant in his hand fell to the floor with a dull thud did he come to his senses.
Under the lights, Huo Xingye looked no different from usual, but the aura surrounding him immediately reminded Nan Zhou of the night they first met.
There was clearly no emotion on his face, yet the aura gathering around him was like the utter stillness before a storm.
Long, powerful fingers stroked Nan Zhou's neck, rubbing slowly, over and over, with increasing pressure.
"Why did you come?" Huo Xingye spoke in a deep voice, slightly husky upon closer listening, with a trace of coldness.
Exactly the same voice as that night.
"To visit you on set." Nan Zhou gazed into his deep eyes. Beneath that calm surface, a towering tsunami seemed to surge.
"Are you