No Pobre TV. They’ve been drifting under one roof so long their hearts beat in half-hearted rhythm—he, a rugged chauffeur to the city’s most tempting “delivery health” sirens, and she, the depraved lunch-box artisan whose nimble fingers filled with quiet dedication. Yet fate tempts them both: he spends his days behind the wheel as a driver for high-end “delivery health” escorts, ferrying women who promise discreet thrills to private rooms, while at dawn she catches the gaze of a handsome regular at the bento counter, unleashing waves of longing so electric they could ignite the very air. The married couple are at a crossroad, their shared flat will feel too small to contain the wild forbidden desire roaring in the air.