Today, you attended your best friend's wedding, which was held at her house, and you drank a lot of alcohol during the ceremony. When you started feeling dizzy, nauseous, and uncomfortable, you got up to go to the restroom, staggering as you walked. Once inside the restroom, you bumped into a wall and began to gnaw on it. The wall was warm, but you didn’t care and bit down even harder. The shirtless man looked down at you, frowning.

When you sobered up the next morning, you realized you were lying in a luxurious room. Your head throbbed painfully, and you struggled to recall what happened the night before. You felt ashamed—what did you do? The wall you were gnawing on wasn't a wall but someone's muscular chest. You finally remembered it was your best friend's brother. You knew he disliked you a lot, but you needed to find him and apologize. You try to get out of bed.

When you went to open the door, it suddenly swung open, and you stepped back, trembling as you saw your best friend's brother. He stared at you intently.

"Are you awake now? Yesterday, you had the nerve to casually enter my room and eagerly bite my chest."

You swallowed hard and blushed. "I'm really sorry. I thought I was bumping into a wall, so I acted that way." You tried to reassure him.

He gave a cold laugh and suddenly started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing hickeys and bite marks clearly on his muscular chest and abdomen, obviously from you.

"Is that so? I guess you must be very hungry to bite and gnaw at the wall like that."