After the film began, the first scene showed the male lead betraying his girlfriend and having sex with his ex. When Maeve saw this, her expression gradually blanked. This wasn't the end.

The male lead then talked affectionately with his ex, as if they were getting back together. However, he later had sex with a dancer in a bar.

His girlfriend rushed over, witnessing his infidelity. Enraged, she tore them apart and then bit her boyfriend's neck! It turned out she'd been bitten by a zombie en route and was mutating. She was becoming a zombie and decided to turn her boyfriend and his lover into zombies as well.

However, the male lead showed no signs of mutation after being bitten. A research institute tested his blood and found genes suppressing the mutation. He subsequently received the institute's protection, becoming even more unrestrained in his womanizing. He even had sex with zombies.

The entire home theater filled with the sounds of the man and numerous women panting. Maeve's hand holding the popcorn trembled.

Byron, sitting beside her, leaned in and teased, "So, you're more interested in this kind of film?"

It was all about sex.

Maeve shoved popcorn into his mouth, retorting angrily, "I did not! How was I supposed to know 'Rebirth' would be like this?" How did movies like this pass censorship? Why weren't they more careful?

Caught off guard by Maeve's soft hand, Byron stiffened, his eyes darkening. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Startled, she dropped her popcorn bucket.

Byron's handsome face loomed. The blue screen light reflected in his eyes, like a dark tide. Their proximity was overwhelming. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils.

"We... we're watching a movie. You're too close," Maeve stammered, pulling back.

Byron's eyes darkened further. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Popcorn crunched between their lips.

Maeve's heart raced. She gripped his arm and closed her eyes. The panting from the film acted as an aphrodisiac. The room's temperature rose. Perhaps because she'd just showered, Maeve smelled faintly of leaves, a scent that captivated Byron. His grip tightened, his kiss deepening. Maeve felt her waist straining. She didn't, and couldn't, escape.

However, Byron stopped kissing her, just above her collarbone. "Maeve," he panted, his voice husky. "Stop seducing me. I won't last."

Maeve's face flushed, her body trembling. The red marks on her neck were visible under her pajama collar. She tried to push him away, but lacked the strength.

"I wasn't seducing you! It's the movie's fault!" she exclaimed, embarrassed and angry. She shouldn't have agreed to watch a movie with him. This had happened twice before. The last time, a horror film; this time, a zombie film. Were there any normal movies?

Maeve glared at Byron. "You gave me the list! You knew this movie was problematic and didn't warn me?"

Byron's Adam's apple bobbed. He said without blushing, "There are tons of movies on that list. I haven't seen them all."

However, he had heard Ray mention the film. He sensed something was wrong when Maeve chose it, but didn't stop her. Why? He didn't know.

Maeve, understanding, tried to get off his lap, but his arm tightened.

"Let go," Maeve said, confused. Did he think she was a pillow?

"Move again, and I can't guarantee I won't do something," Byron's voice was hoarse. "Just watch."

Maeve froze. "You... can you control yourself?" Was she a walking aphrodisiac? It was just a kiss, but...

Byron remained silent, resting his chin on her shoulder, battling his urges. He panted.

Maeve's ears burned. She wanted to leave but feared his loss of control. She focused on the movie. The film was ending. The immune male lead died in the zombie world—his ex, whom he thought dead, bit his head off. He died alone, uncared for.

Maeve was shocked. "So the bastard died horribly? I take back what I said about this lousy film!" No wonder it was on a four-star recommendation list—probably because of that ending.

Byron's eyes darkened when he heard her. He gritted his teeth.

Maeve, watching the screen, felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and neck. "Ah!" She turned to see Byron pressing against her, something warm and wet on her shoulder. "Why did you bite me?"

She didn't move.

"Bite you?" Byron released her slightly. His voice was deep and dangerous. "More than that." He emphasized "more."

Maeve trembled, understanding his intent. Fear rose. After a few seconds, she kissed the corner of his lips. "How about this?"

Byron tightened his grip. "Do you think that's enough to stop me?"

Maeve, ashamed, leaned in to kiss him again. Then, she remembered something and pulled back. "Byron, do you know who's in front of you?"

** The final sentence was incomplete and grammatically incorrect in the original. I have left it as it is, as I cannot guess the intended meaning.)**