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

Shen Nannan was being held in his arms, her whole body still trembling.

It's not fear, it's anger!

She had lived two lives and had never seen anyone like this—leaving for a whole day without leaving a single word.

He goes crazy as soon as he gets back, then apologizes, and then clings to people and won't let go.

Is she his cat?

If I'm happy, I'll play a couple of rounds; if I'm unhappy, I'll take a bite; and after I'm done, I'll coax me.

The tooth mark on her chest still hurt, and the pain made tears stream down her face.

But she didn't say anything, just bit her lip and turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

Ah Chao gently patted her back, one pat at a time, carefully coaxing her.

"Miss," he called to her.

No response.

"My little girl."

There was still no response.

His fingers tightened slightly, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong..."

He is apologizing.

The man who tormented her to death in her past life and never apologized is now apologizing to her.

The voice still had a pitiful ending tone.

Like a big dog that has done something wrong, it hangs its head and waits for its owner to forgive it.

Shen Nannan finally moved.

She pushed him away, broke free from his embrace, shrank to the corner of the bed, and pulled the blanket over herself, covering herself up tightly.

Only her red eyes were visible, staring at him.

"Go away."

She said, her voice hoarse and trembling with tears.

I don't want to see you.

Ah Chao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on her face and making her tears glisten.

She glared at him, her eyes red-rimmed, her nose red, and there was a small scab on her lip from where he had bitten her.

He reached out to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

Ah Chao's hand hovered in mid-air for a moment, then slowly withdrew.

His hair still had water droplets clinging to the ends.

Her eyes were red, and there was blood on her lips; she looked rather pitiful…

But Shen Nannan didn't want to feel sorry for him right now; she just wanted to curse him.

Feeling sorry for men means you'll be unlucky for life!

"Where did you go today?" she asked, staring at him.

"I'm going out."

"I asked you where you went."

He didn't speak.

"Fine, I won't say."

She gave a cold laugh.

"Then why are you acting so crazy when you come back? What Third Prince or Fourth Prince? I've never even met them, what crime are you accusing me of?"

"This servant didn't..."

"Shut up."

She poked his chest with her finger, uttering each word clearly.

"I ask you, what kind of person am I in your eyes? Am I the kind of woman who falls in love with every guy she meets, a fickle and promiscuous woman?"

Ah Chao's pupils contracted slightly, and he reached out to hold her hand, but she shook him off.

"No, Miss."

"What do you mean, 'not'? If you didn't think I was, why are you acting so crazy today?"

Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from hurt.

"I, Shen Nannan, have lived two—all my life—and have never been treated so badly before. You bit me? What right do you have to bite me?"

As she spoke, tears began to fall again.

She didn't want to cry, but the tears wouldn't listen, falling one by one onto the back of his hand, burning his fingertips.

"You were gone all day without leaving a word. I sent people to look for you, but they couldn't find you. I waited for you at home until midnight."

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears streamed down her face.

"You're back, but you didn't tell me where you went or what you did. You just came up to me asking if I knew any prince. Do I know him? I don't even know what he looks like!"

Ah Chao opened his mouth as if to say something, but she slapped him on the chest again.

"Shut up, I haven't finished speaking."

He shut up.

"You bit me? You actually bit me?"

She looked down at the teeth mark on her chest; it was red and swollen, and it hurt so much that she grimaced.

"Are you a dog? Are you a human? Were you born in the Year of the Dog?"

She got angrier and angrier as she talked, hitting him as she spoke.

Ah Chao let her hit him. The little pink fists felt like a massage on his body. It didn't hurt, but he didn't dare to dodge, so he just endured it.

Shen Nannan hit him a few times, but when she realized he didn't even flinch, she got even angrier.

This person has thick skin; hitting him won't hurt him, it's your own hand that will.

She looked down at her hands, which were red from being hit, while he acted as if nothing had happened.

"Why didn't you dodge?" she glared at him.

"This servant deserves to be beaten."

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Miss, you hit me too lightly."

"You—!" She punched him again in anger.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? My hand hurts!"

Ah Chao paused for a moment, reached out and grasped her wrist, looked down at her reddened palm, and frowned.

He blew on it gently; it felt cool.

"This servant will rub it for you, Miss," he said, slowly circling his thumb in her palm.

Shen Nannan's hands were itchy from his rubbing, and she tried to pull them back, but he wouldn't let go.

"Let go!"

"Not loose."

"You—how can you be so shameless!"

Ah Chao looked up at her; in the moonlight, his eyes were red and filled with seriousness.

"If this servant doesn't act shamelessly, then Miss will ignore him."

Shen Nannan was even angrier when she saw the slight curve of his lips.

"You dare laugh! Look! You bit it and it's bleeding! It hurts so much!"

Ah Chao looked down at the location of the teeth mark.

Ok……

So white...

No! It's so red...

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to touch her, only to have her slap him away.

"You still want to touch it?!"

"This servant will apply the medicine to Miss."

"Need not!"

She pulled the blanket back up and wrapped herself up like a dumpling.

"Get out, I don't want to see you."

Ah Chao didn't move.

"Get out!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

The pillow hit his face; it was soft and didn't hurt.

He caught the pillow, placed it by the bedside, and looked at her.

She huddled in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, with only her face showing.

His eyes were red, his nose was red, and he looked both fierce and pitiful.

Like a cat with its fur standing on end, it's clearly furious, but it can't bring itself to actually scratch.

He suddenly felt a squeeze on his chest.

"I'm not leaving."

He said it in a low voice.

"Miss, even if you kill me, I won't leave."

"you--!"

"Miss," his voice lowered, "this servant was wrong."

"What's wrong with it?"

"You shouldn't have bitten the young lady."

"Anything else?"

"No... Miss Fierce."

"Anything else?"

He thought for a moment, "I shouldn't have come back so late."

Shen Nannan stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Do you think I'm the kind of fickle woman?"

Ah Chao was stunned.

"You questioned whether I knew Xiao Yunting, questioned whether the prince I called out in my dreams was him..." Her voice trembled.

"Do you think I'm having an affair with you while I'm flirting with other men?"

"no……"

"Then what do you mean?" she glared at him.

"Am I, Shen Nannan, so worthless in your eyes?"

Ah Chao looked into her eyes, which were filled with grievance and anger, and something else he couldn't understand—disappointment.

His heart sank.

"That's not what I meant."

"So what do you mean?"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

What does he mean? He doesn't even know himself.

Upon hearing the words "Your Highness," his heart felt like it had been set ablaze, burning so intensely that he couldn't care less about anything else.

He thought of the voice she made in her dream—a soft, sweet voice, calling someone else's name.

He couldn't stand it.

He really couldn't stand it.