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

"Pretending to be asleep?" A deep voice whispered in her ear, languid. "You've learned your lesson today, neither crying nor hiding."

Warm breath sprayed against her ear, and Su Wuli bit her lower lip, remaining silent.

Su Wuli woke up again on the man's bed.

Behind her, a large hand pressed against her lower back, the base of his thumb gripping the bottom of her spine, his five fingers clenched together.

The force was so strong it felt like he was going to crush her.

For several days in a row.

As soon as she closes her eyes, even if it's just for a nap, she'll be dragged into this dream.

The man beside her, whose outline she could barely make out, haunted her like a ghost, leaving various marks on her body.

Bruises from pinching, bite wounds, and red marks from rubbing.

When she woke up the next day, all of these would be real and appear on her skin.

"Speak." A large hand climbed up her waistline, the fingertips rough.

He stopped just below her ribs, pressed his thumb into her soft lower back, and asked, "Are you mute?"

"Ugh..." Su Wuli finally couldn't hold back any longer, her voice trembling with tears, asking for what seemed like the umpteenth time, "Who exactly are you?"

She heard the man chuckle softly, the sound so loud it made her eardrums tingle.

"Who am I?" He covered her with his other hand, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

His palm rested on her flat stomach, his hand seemingly larger than her waist.

"I've slept with you so many times, and you still ask such stupid questions every time?"

He pulled her back into his arms, and Su Wuli cried out in surprise.

The man's body temperature was frighteningly high, burning her back through the thin fabric.

Su Wuli stopped abruptly, her whole body stiffening.

"No..." Her body began to tremble. "I...have something to do today..."

"What's up?" He looked down as if he'd heard a joke, his nose brushing against the back of her neck. "Climbing into a man's bed is what you call having something to do?"

Su Wuli shrank her neck, "No—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped her over onto her back.

The flickering shadows of candlelight surrounded her, and she couldn't see his face clearly, only feeling a heavy sense of oppression from above.

"What is this?" The man raised his hand, pinched her chin, and pressed his thumb into her lower lip.

His gaze seemed to sweep over her, "Wearing these clothes and lying on my bed, what else could it be but 'climbing into bed'?"

Su Wuli wanted to explain, to say that it was just a nightmare, and that she didn't know why she was there.

But as soon as his lips parted, he leaned down and bit her neck, though not as roughly as before.

"Ugh..." she groaned in pain, raising her hand to push against his chest.

The tentacles are firm muscles, with the rough texture of bandages.

Is he injured?

The thought flashed through my mind, but the next second I lost the ability to think.

He restrained both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head.

She specially wore a slit cheongsam to the show today...

"Wait... a minute..." Su Wuli cried out, "It hurts..."

"Remember the pain."

"Remember who's here..." The man whispered the last two words in her ear through gritted teeth.

Su Wuli subconsciously wanted to call him shameless, but only a broken sob could be squeezed out of her throat.

The world collapsed into a single point.

She couldn't hold back her tears.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was low, his lips and tongue brushing against the corners of her moist eyes.

The aura was scorching.

Su Wuli's mind was in a daze, with only her most instinctive senses remaining.

She loathed her own descent into this state, and her consciousness was struggling.

However, the body does the opposite.

Like vines, they only know how to entwine.

"Yes." He whispered in her ear, his breath hot, "Just like that..."

"You...let...me go..."

"So many people are watching..." she had to plead softly.

His hand gripped her wrist.

In that instant, Su Wuli heard him say in her ear, "Quite a few viewers today?"

Su Wuli bit her lip and shook her head.

"Then let them hear how you beg for mercy."

No, Su Wuli struggled internally.

The man's face was obscured, but his words were choked with sobs.

"Please..."

It's not because of pain.

"Kiri, Kiriri?"

Su Wuli's shoulders were shaken violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Blinding lights, a camera, and a magnified handsome face.

Lu Min, the male guest she was paired with on this variety show, was looking at her with concern.

"Are you alright?" Lu Min asked with concern.

Su Wuli blinked, her consciousness returning, her heart still pounding.

His eyes darted around nervously and nervously.

The studio.

Live broadcast of "Let Your Heart Flutter!"

She was wearing a light pink cheongsam, sitting on the sofa with soft cushions behind her; everything seemed normal.

Apart from……

The lingering soreness in my thighs from the man's forceful grip in my dream remained.

Su Wuli was stunned. So she had fallen asleep while sitting?

Ever since she met that man in her dream, she has been too afraid to sleep.

Unexpectedly, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep during a break in the program.

"Misty Pear?" The host leaned in, "You don't look well. Would you like to wait a bit before starting?"

She opened her lips, wanting to say she was fine, but her throat tightened and she couldn't make a sound.

Whispers could be heard from the audience.

The screen was flooded with comments.

Was she asleep just now?

[Something seems off about me, like I'm possessed.]

[Is my neck red? I didn't think it was just now.]

Su Wuli slowly came back to her senses and looked at Lu Min, whose pupils were slightly constricted.

His gaze lingered on her neck, and he hesitated before speaking, "Here..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Wuli could see the side of her fair neck reflected in the light from the nearby decorations.

It was clearly the trace left by that man in his dream.