Penny and Zoren stared at the dish rack in horror before the latter hung his head low.
No wonder he felt really strange. He was always in heat for his wife, and he had made it a goal to never leave her alone at night—and get some extra in the morning. But this feeling…
Zoren clasped his chest and clenched his teeth. "I still want to do it."
"I know, because that soup is meant to make you like that," she nodded with great difficulty. "But… the problem is, it's not just you."
Again, Zoren raised his head and met her eyes.
Uh oh.
"Let me check the soup first," she said, gently pushing him away before rushing to the pot. When Penny opened it, it was almost empty. "What the—!!"
"Second Brother chugged it down like water," Zoren explained, trying to control himself even though his mind felt like it was spiraling downwards. "And we had a couple of bowls while waiting."
