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

The candlelight flickered violently, casting shaky shadows on the overlapping figures.

Su Wuli was almost suffocated by the kiss; the alcohol and the previous assault had weakened her resistance.

The senses, however, were amplified to the extreme in the dim light.

She could feel the burning heat of his palms, which sent shivers down her spine even through her clothes.

I heard heavy breathing in my ear.

She felt a chilling sense of oppression enveloping her.

She tried to push him away in vain, but her fingers eventually just clenched weakly at the fabric of his back, her knuckles turning white.

"Am I a male ghost?" Yu Chen asked, his hot breath spraying onto her.

Su Wuli felt like she was on a lone boat, unable to reach the shore, and shook her head, sobbing.

His lips moved but he couldn't utter a complete sentence; it was unclear whether he wanted to say no or not.

"Not answering?" Yu Chen seemed to be deliberately punishing him.

"You...you can't...be so fierce..." Su Wuli said haltingly, her voice trembling with tears.

"Ominous?" Yu Chen stared intently at the flushed smiling face.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned close to Su Wuli's ear and whispered, "Wasn't I speaking very quietly?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli shook her head impatiently, "No..."

She didn't mean he spoke harshly...

Her moist eyes gazed at the man's handsome yet intimidating face.

A grievance simmering in the heart.

He clearly knew what he meant; he was deliberately bullying her.

Later, Su Wuli cried and said that the desk was hard, so Yu Chen hugged her and sat her on the chair he used to use for reviewing official documents.

Su Wuli vaguely heard him mutter a word about being spoiled.

She raised her weak fist and punched him in the chest.

It was clearly him who was fierce.

The candle flame had somehow regained its steady strength and was burning quietly.

Su Wuli felt completely exhausted, and her consciousness began to waver.

Yu Chen held her as he remained seated in the chair, letting her lean against him.

Warm and firm.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, a gesture that was both possessive and surprisingly reassuring.

The hall was extremely quiet, with only the two people's breathing gradually calming down.

After a long while, Su Wuli finally regained some of her senses from that state of exhaustion and dazedness.

She moved her aching arms and realized how embarrassing her sitting posture was.

I tried to straighten up, but as soon as I moved, I found that my lower back was sore and weak.

She had just straightened her upper body halfway up Yu Chen's chest when she fell back into his arms.

With their skin touching, the blush that had just subsided on Su Wuli's face reappeared.

"Where to?" A hoarse voice rang out, the breath that had just calmed down revealing a slight unease.

Su Wuli pressed her cheek against his neck, slightly raising her eyes to see the man's prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"...I remember now." Su Wuli paused suddenly as she spoke, glancing down at her burning face.

In the blink of an eye, she was pressed down onto the table again.

Why is he doing this again...?

This time, Yu Chen carried her to the chaise lounge next to him.

Although it has softened a bit, the turmoil hasn't slowed down at all.

Su Wuli's drunkenness eventually wore off, but she was still drifting in and out of consciousness.

Just when she thought she was about to faint on the chaise lounge, she finally stopped.

He held her in his arms with his long arms, but she had no strength left in her body.

As her mind cleared and some things became clearer, Su Wuli secretly vowed never to drink again.

I won't drink in front of Yu Chen, at least not.

She parted her lips slightly to regulate her breathing, and the spot she was leaning against rose and fell gently.

What she saw was a man's bare chest; the chaise lounge was too narrow, and even if she wanted to move, there was nowhere to go.

She was now grateful that Yu Chen was holding her; otherwise, she was afraid she would have fallen.

Lost in thought, she glanced down and inadvertently caught sight of the pendant sandwiched between her and the man on her chest.

In my confused mind, a vague question surfaced.

"……this."

Her voice was terribly hoarse, with an unusual softness and weakness.

"I used it to slash Zhou Ruoying's face...it bled a lot and wouldn't stop...why?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the arms around her waist tightened.

He reached out and pulled the pendant out.

"Hmm..." Su Wuli hummed softly.

The arms around her waist tightened even more, and Su Wuli gasped.

Then, Yu Chen's warning voice rang out, "Not tired yet?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's breath hitched, and she naturally knew what he meant.

She pursed her lips, as if afraid of making a sound, appearing obedient.

Looking up, she saw Yu Chen holding the pendant in his hand, rubbing it with his fingertips.

He spoke, his voice carrying a captivating magnetism in the silence.

"It's a curse," he explained succinctly. "Once it sees blood, it won't stop easily."

咒？

Su Wuli's sluggish mind struggled to process what was happening; it was completely beyond her comprehension.

Suddenly, Yu Chen moved and placed her on the chaise lounge.

He then picked up a piece of clothing from the side and put it on, and took out a small bottle from a cabinet next to him.

return.

Su Wuli looked at the man standing in front of her, looking down at her, and felt a little flustered, wanting to cover herself with her hands.

All her efforts were in vain; she blushed and felt hot all over as the man stared at her intently.

She even suspected that her body was covered in red.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, he simply closed his eyes.

The next second, a piece of clothing was draped over her body, and Su Wuli subconsciously opened her eyes.

She discovered that the undergarment the man was wearing had been transferred to her.

He was standing in front of me wearing only trousers and shirtless.

Before she could look away, Yu Chen bent down and shoved a bottle into her hand.

Touching the cool bottle, Su Wuli looked up at him blankly.

"The antidote," Yu Chen explained, "the one from the curse on the pendant."