With legs weak, the sickly stable boy became a mad regent.

He didn't speak, looking down at her.

Those eyes stared unblinkingly in the darkness, something burning deep within their pupils—cold yet scalding hot, a contradiction that sent shivers down one's spine.

Shen Nannan felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and shrank further into the blankets: "You...you're back?"

He finally moved.

He reached out and ran his fingertips across her cheek.

Cool to the touch, like a snake's forked tongue.

It slid down her cheek to her chin, then to her neck, and all the way down.

But that sensation made the hairs on Shen Nannan's body stand on end.

"Where...where have you been...why are you only coming back now?"

He didn't answer, but simply lowered his head and moved closer to her.

The moonlight fell on his face, and she finally saw his expression clearly.

—The face was still the same face, alluring and handsome, but she had never seen anything like it churning in those eyes before.

Compared to Xiao Yunzhao in his previous life,

Deeper,

Heavier

Even more dangerous!

"Miss."

He leaned down, one hand supporting himself beside her ear, his knee pressing between her legs, pinning her entirely to the couch.

They were too close, close enough that she could see the bloodshot in his eyes, smell the soapy scent of his body after his shower, and faintly smell the blood beneath!

"You know Xiao Yunting?"

Shen Nannan was taken aback: "What?"

"Huh? Playing dumb again?"

His lips curled slightly, but there was no smile in it, only danger.

"He petitioned the emperor on behalf of your Shen family to expedite grain supplies, and knelt in the imperial study for an hour..."

"Does Miss mean she doesn't know him?"

Shen Nannan's heart skipped a beat.

She had heard about the Third Prince's demand for grain, but she didn't actually know that person.

All she knew was that he was a carefree prince; in both her past and present lives, she had no connection with him whatsoever.

"I really...didn't..."

Shen Nannan opened her mouth, wanting to explain,

"Shhh."

His fingers pressed against her lips.

The voice lacked warmth, containing only a chilling, morbid tenderness.

"Miss, please don't speak. Listen to me."

He looked at her, then removed his fingers from her lips.

He gently stroked her face.

"The Third Prince, Xiao Yunting, is dashing, handsome beyond compare, the prince the young lady calls out in her dreams..."

He interrupted her, his voice lowered, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Is it him?"

The Third Prince? He thought the person in her dream was Xiao Yunting?

"no……"

She wanted to explain, but his fingers had already pinched her chin, gently lifting it and forcing her to look at him.

His eyes were red—filled with jealousy, fear, and an uncontrollable madness.

"The young lady said that the person in your dream wields immense power and can protect your Shen family."

He stared at her, gritting his teeth.

"Xiao Yunting, is he powerful enough to rule the world? Can he protect your Shen family?"

Shen Nannan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

It's not fear, it's anxiety.

Why does this person always try to take on everything for her?

"Ah Chao, listen to me..."

"Miss, don't lie to your servant."

He pressed his hand against her lips again, this time with a little more force, but the feeling of being restrained made her voice get stuck in her throat.

"I hate being lied to the most."

His fingers caressed her lips.

"Miss."

He watched as her lips turned pale under his caresses, then quickly flushed a brighter pink.

"If that person is the Third Prince, then this servant will have no choice but to kill him."

Shen Nannan's pupils suddenly contracted.

His tone was so calm, as if he were saying it was time to feed the rabbit.

But she knew he was telling the truth.

He really will kill Xiao Yunting!

Regardless of whether that person is the emperor's younger brother, regardless of whether that person is the benefactor who just helped the Shen family solve the problem of food supplies, and regardless of how much trouble killing him would cause.

He would kill him without batting an eye.

Ah Chao's gaze lingered aggressively, tracing every inch of her face and body.

She is his.

From the moment she bought him back from the cage,

From the moment she named him "A-Chao",

From the moment she woke up from her dream, needing him to comfort her,

She's his!

No one can touch it.

No one can see it.

No one can think about it.

Thinking of that soft, sweet voice in her dream, calling out "Your Highness,"

What did that person do to her in her dream?!

Touch her?

Or should I possess her?!

He felt something churning inside his chest.

He kissed her directly.

ruthless

eager,

A kiss tinged with the stench of blood.

He bit her lower lip, his tongue prying open her lips and teeth, rolling inside, making it hard for her to breathe.

Shen Nannan was dizzy from his kisses, her hands clutching his clothes.

She tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. He pressed down on her, pinning her to the bed, one hand around her waist and the other around her wrist, pressing her against the pillow.

His kisses traveled down her neck, all the way down.

The person beneath me was soft, unbelievably soft.

The skin beneath her lips was fragrant and smooth.

want to,

I want more!

Shen Nannan was breathless from his kiss and instinctively pushed him away.

She doesn't want him to touch her?!

Does she want that prince to touch her?!

His hand slid up her waist and tore her open forcefully.

The sound of tearing cloth was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

With a ripping sound,

The already fragile nightgown tore into pieces in his hands.

******

Shen Nannan let out a soft silver sound,

The fire in Ah Chao's eyes burned even brighter.

That sounds so nice.

Have you heard of that "Prince"?

Would she moan like that under him?

气，

So annoying!

Jealousy was burning him up.

Then he bit down hard on her bear.

"Ouch—it hurts!" Shen Nannan cried out in surprise, her fingers gripping his shoulder tightly.

The taste of blood spread in my mouth, sweet, mixed with her sweet fragrance.

His spittle licked the tooth mark, carefully cleaning away the oozing blood droplets.

"My little girl."

His voice was hoarse, with a beastly growl.

"mine."

Then he looked up at her.

In the moonlight, his face was unbelievably alluring.

What he met was a face on the verge of tears.

Her eyes were red, and tears were welling up in them.

She looked at him with a face full of fear...

Shen Nannan's body was trembling.

A fear etched into one's bones, a fear that cannot be erased even if one were to live a second life.

She looked at the man who was pressing down on her.

All she could see were images from her past life—Xiao Yunzhao pinned her down on the couch, gripping her waist and torturing her relentlessly.

She cried, she begged for mercy, but he wouldn't stop. He never stopped.

Shen Nannan's tears streamed down her face, but she bit her lip tightly.

A deathly look of utter despair on his face.

Ah Chao froze.

It felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water over my head.

He slowly released his grip on her waist, stepped back a little, and looked down at the bleeding teeth mark on her chest.

Under the moonlight, the mark was clearly imprinted on her fair skin, a glaring red.

He gently touched the tooth mark with his finger, and she flinched in pain.

"My little girl."

He called her name, most of the madness in his voice gone, leaving only a hoarseness and something indescribable.

"sorry."

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

"sorry."