Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

Su Wuli quickly raised her hand and pressed it down.

In the bronze mirror, his hand covered hers, then he turned her hand over and tucked it between her fingers.

"What do we need to prepare for going to a hot spring?" Su Wuli casually asked him.

"Nothing needs to be prepared." Yu Chen leaned forward slightly.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath sending shivers of pleasure through her.

Her hand curled slightly in his palm.

Yu Chen gently pried her fingers apart and then put them back together, as if he were playing with a delicate toy.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli looked at the bronze mirror.

Yu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and the ambiguous smile on his face made the candlelight flicker.

Su Wuli turned her gaze away from the bronze mirror and looked down at the hand he was holding.

"Hmm..." She nodded slightly, though she had never actually soaked in a hot spring.

Yu Chen placed the comb on the dressing table, then pulled her up from the chair.

She was wearing soft shoes, so her footsteps made no sound.

He led me around the screen.

As her back pressed against the armrest of the chaise lounge, the coolness of the wood seeped through her undergarments, causing her to flinch before she realized what was happening.

With a large hand around her waist, he pulled her forward, and Su Wuli fell backward onto the chaise lounge.

Her hair was loose, spread out on the dark chair surface, the black and white strands looking like a painting in the candlelight.

He leaned down and placed his hand beside her ear.

"I'll soak in the hot spring tomorrow; let's warm up tonight first."

When he lowered his head, his lips brushed against her earlobe, and his hand slid in from her waist.

He loosened the ties of his inner garment.

The moon-white fabric spread out...

His fingers paused on her collarbone for a moment, then slowly moved his fingertips down.

The candlelight danced on the wall, and two shadows overlapped, making it impossible to tell which was whose.

She clung to the back of his neck with both hands, her nails digging into his hair.

He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone, arching his body slightly as he reached out and held her waist, pressing her back down.

"I have to get up early tomorrow morning." Su Wuli's breathing was a little unsteady.

"I'll pick you up." His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low.

Her hand slid down from the back of his neck and gripped the fabric of his shirt.

"It will be very tiring..." she said again.

This time the sound was even softer, as if it were being squeezed out of the throat.

The man's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"You don't need to do anything," he lowered his head, his lips touching the skin on her chest, "If you're tired, a hot spring bath will help you relax."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli's already slightly warm cheeks became even hotter.

Her eyes darted away in shame.

He opened his lips as if to say something.

The man's lips moved from her heart to her lips, silencing the words she was about to utter.

"Well……"

His hand slid down from his back and hung at his side.

Yu Chen then pulled her hand up and placed it on his shoulder.

It slid down again.

He then took her hand and pressed it onto the pillow.

The candlelight flickered...

Su Wuli looked at him with teary eyes.

"What other excuse do you have?" His voice was hoarse as his lips pressed against hers.

She looked at him, and that was it.

Su Wuli turned her head and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her lips pressed against the skin of his neck.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed.

The candlelight flickered again, and the shadow on the wall swayed before settling down.

The armrests of the chaise lounge were digging into her shoulder blades and it hurt a little.

His large hand then rested on her back, his palm pressed against her skin.

It's very hot.

She pressed her face against the crook of his neck and closed her eyes.

The man's hot breath sprayed onto her forehead.

As she listened to that breathing, her heartbeat gradually quickened and then calmed down.

It was as if the sound of drums came from afar, boom, boom, boom, one beat after another in the night wind.

He hugged her tightly, and she hugged him tightly too.

The chaise lounge is narrow.

She usually lies down comfortably by herself, and when she turns over, her arms rest on the armrests and her legs dangle down.

Now two people are squeezed on top.

His broad shoulders blocked the candlelight.

My legs can't reach the handrail.

His legs were outside, with most of them dangling over the edge of the chair.

Su Wuli's back was pressed against the chair, the coolness of the wood seeping in through her undergarments.

His body was indeed burning hot.

It's too narrow.

She couldn't move, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

She slid down onto his shoulder, grabbed the handrail, and slid down again.

Yu Chen then took her hand and placed it on the armrest.

Su Wuli turned her head to look at her hand being pressed onto the armrest by him.

His fingers were long with distinct knuckles.

Her hands were so small that he held them so tightly that she had no chance to struggle.

The armrest was digging into her wrist, and it hurt a little.

Su Wuli tried to pull her hand back, but the large hand gripped it even tighter.

Her hand twitched slightly in the man's palm.

Yu Chen pried her fingers apart one by one and pressed them onto the wood.

"The chair...the chair is narrow..." her voice trailed off.

"Mmm." His lips brushed against her earlobe.

She didn't know what he should say; perhaps he knew, or perhaps he did it on purpose.

They turned their heads to look at the handrail, their hands clasped together.

Yu Chen's hand was clasped around hers; the edge of the armrest was carved with patterns, and the raised lines pressed against her knuckles.

Su Wuli tried to turn her hand over to avoid the patterns.

He held her down, and she couldn't move.

Every inch of her body was pressed against him.

She wanted to shrink away, but there was nowhere to shrink.

The chair is only that wide, and the armrests are only that high.

She was trapped here, trapped beneath him and between this narrow patch of mahogany.

With every movement he made, she could feel the patterns on the armrest leaving marks on her knuckles.

It's not deep, but it's very itchy.

She bit her lip, swallowing back the itching.

His lips moved away from her earlobe and landed on her neck.

She turned her head to the side, exposing her neck, with the back of her head resting against the armrest.

The curve of the mahogany was just right to fit her skull, neither too soft nor too hard, preventing her from moving around.

"Um...don't..." Su Wuli began to stammer, "You...you just...did it on purpose..."

"What?" His voice muffled against her skin.

She couldn't say it.

The chair was so narrow; Yu Chen knew it would be like this from the very beginning when he put her on it.

She couldn't move or escape; he could only hold her down.

The pattern on the armrest pressed against her back, and she didn't know when she had changed from lying flat to lying on her side.

A thick, long arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into its embrace.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and the armrest was right next to her hip bone, making her curl up in his arms.

She turned her head, and her lips unexpectedly touched his chin.

The next moment, a man's low chuckle was heard.

Su Wuli was taken aback, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to..."

"Mmm," the man responded softly, his voice husky and sexy.

"I have to get up early tomorrow..." she repeated her excuse, her voice squeezing out from between the two of them.

"You don't need to get up." His lips pressed against the back of her neck.

Su Wuli curled her hand slightly as he held it.

His hand moved, moving away from the back of her hand and gripping her wrist.

The candlelight flickered, and her eyelashes trembled.

His large hand slid down her wrist and grabbed her fingers.

She snuggled into his arms.

The chair creaked.

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Su Wuli's face flushed even more.

Squeak, squeak...

She bit her lip, her fingers gripping the back of his hand.