Uijae held Sa-young’s face in his hands, carefully inspecting every inch of it. A low growl of contentment echoed from Sa-young as he nuzzled into the touch.

‘I can’t monitor him all the time, so you go in and check his condition too!’

That had been the not-quite-command from ‘Hong Yeseong.’ In his current state, Lee Sa-young seemed more driven by his instincts than usual. He clung to Uijae more than ever, seeking constant physical contact and comfort. If Uijae pulled away even slightly, Sa-young would immediately show his displeasure. Still, the boundaries Uijae had set last time seemed to …