Dirty Minds?

Mingyoo sighed dramatically, reluctantly getting up from the floor as Wenjay dragged him. "I really despise you guys... No, you're even scarier than the imperial guards. You're almost like the secret police now. If you keep being this ruthless, I'll have to appoint you as the chief eunuch of the secret police!"

Wenjay, laughing, dragged him towards the door, "Come on, I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't do your rehab, you'll end up limping, and then the chief will kick you out of our secret police!"

"Stop! You're touching me inappropriately!" Mingyoo burst out laughing, breaking free from Wenjay to change his clothes. From behind the wardrobe, he yelled, "What did you eat growing up? You're so strong; you've left bruises on my waist!"

"That's because you're too delicate!"

"Just keep bullying me. If you annoy me to death, you'll be the one mourning my loss!" Mingyoo came out in a tank top and shorts, pointing accusingly, "You're a husband-killer!"