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

Su Wu gestured for the makeup artist to wait a moment, then got up and walked over to retrieve her clothes.

"We're just... ordinary friends, how can you compare to me?"

As she spoke, she took the undergarment from Wen Yan's hands, her heart skipping a beat again.

"He just asked me to keep it for a while, and I just stuffed it in my bag. I was planning to return it to him after the event today."

The reasons are poorly made up.

Wen Yan let her take the clothes back, but her eyes remained fixed on them.

Su Wuli's guilty gaze was somewhat unfocused.

"Keep it safe..." Wen Yan drawled, leaning back on the sofa.

He chuckled mischievously, "You kept it all the way backstage at the awards ceremony? And it's even tangled up with the charger? You've got it pretty personal."

"Don't overthink it." Su Wuli quickly folded the undergarment again and stuffed it back into the bottom of her bag.

They covered it tightly with something else, their movements somewhat hurried.

"What am I overthinking?" Wen Yan's smile deepened. "I didn't say anything; you're just overreacting."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli felt even more guilty, mainly because the clothes were left behind by the man from that time.

Every time she saw it, she felt ashamed.

Thinking this, her earlobes couldn't help but turn slightly red.

The next moment, Wen Yan deliberately moved closer and lowered her voice.

"Su Wuli, do you know you blush very easily?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli met her friend's meaningful gaze, and her already flushed face became even hotter.

She stammered, "N-no way! I'm wearing makeup right now, how could I see my face blushing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh, "Don't you see how light your foundation is? And you're not wearing any makeup on your ears either."

Su Wuli was stunned. Her lips moved for a moment before she made an excuse, "I just feel that this room is a bit hot and stuffy."

"It's hot, it really is hot," Wen Yan echoed her words.

Before Su Wuli could even catch her breath, Wen Yan suddenly spoke again.

"Tell me, who is it?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli paused, inwardly wondering if this topic should have been over.

"Now that we've finished talking about the temperature, shall we talk about something else?" Wen Yan asked.

"Hmm?" Su Wuli asked, puzzled.

"I felt something was off about the pajamas I bought last time, and now they seem even stranger..."

Wen Yan had no intention of letting her off the hook.

But how could she tell the truth? Su Wuli was conflicted.

No one would believe it if I told them, but these bizarre things happened to her.

Moreover, even if they knew, it would only add another person to worry, and wouldn't solve the problem at all.

She thought for a moment and said vaguely, "We're just ordinary friends, really."

She herself didn't have the confidence to say that.

"Would a casual friend keep such a collectible close to their person?"

Wen Yan clearly didn't believe it, her smile sly.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say goes, I understand anyway."

After saying that, she raised her hand and patted Su Wuli's arm, her tone half joking and half reminding.

"Just keep it in mind..."

Su Wuli was both amused and exasperated, and just wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

Just then, the sound of staff members urging people to gather for the red carpet could be heard outside.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time to wait in the wings."

She felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately got up.

Thus, Wen Yan had no choice but to leave.

After the awards ceremony, she returned to her apartment that evening and took the clothes out of her bag.

Holding it in my hand felt like holding a hot potato.

After staring at it for a while, I finally decided to wash it.

I'll return it to him next time.

Su Wuli didn't know if the fabric of this garment was suitable for washing machine use, so she immediately filled a basin with warm water.

I poured in a little bit of my usual laundry detergent.

She squatted on the bathroom floor, soaked the fabric in water, and rubbed it little by little.

The laundry detergent produced very little foam, and its light, clean scent gradually masked the original cool sandalwood aroma.

I didn't dream when I fell asleep last night.

The next day, after the clothes dried, she folded them and placed them at the bottom of the wardrobe.

However, she still took it out before going to bed that night.

Based on so many experiences, things should be held in your hand or worn on your body to be brought into your dreams or taken out of them.

Su Wuli lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep, unconsciously pulling the undergarment into her arms.

The fabric clung to her chest, gradually warming from her body heat.

Consciousness fluctuated, and after falling into a deep sleep, she gradually awoke.

However, it seemed as if his body hadn't fully woken up.

Su Wuli knew she must be dreaming; she was still lying on the soft mattress in her bedroom.

She didn't open her eyes immediately; her eyelashes trembled.

The next second, I felt the weight of the mattress sinking slightly beside me.

he came.

Su Wuli was still holding that undergarment in her arms.

Listen to the rustling sound of the fabric rubbing together.

Yu Chen seemed to sit up, then returned to silence.

In her dazed state, Su Wuli suddenly felt her arms go empty.

She frowned slightly, her arms instinctively reaching out to tighten, but she found nothing.

Only then did his body belatedly awaken, and he abruptly opened his eyes a crack.

Yu Chen was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

Bare-chested, his broad shoulders and back appeared cold and hard in the dim light.

At that moment, he was holding that undergarment in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Su Wuli suddenly remembered that it seemed Yu Chen had taken this inner garment from her arms.

So, she fell asleep while hugging this dress?

Yu Chen's underwear?

She belatedly noticed that Yu Chen's gaze had fallen on her clothes, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He then lowered his head and took a gentle sniff, before pausing in his actions.

Upon seeing this, Su Wuli gasped for breath.

Her cheeks suddenly burned hot, and a shameful heat spread even to the roots of her ears.

She had been holding that dress in her arms the whole time...

At that moment, he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, but his body was so stiff that he dared not move.

The man's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the fabric.

He remained in that position for several seconds without moving, his profile obscured by the dim light.

But it made Su Wuli's heart jump into her throat.

Just as she was about to suffocate, she saw Yu Chen slowly and methodically put on the inner garment.

Tie the ties and smooth out the cuffs.

Su Wuli blushed again upon seeing this.

Sensing that the other person was about to turn around, she quickly closed her eyes, held her breath, and pretended that she had never woken up.

However, little did she know that her trembling eyelashes betrayed her.

Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the man's gaze on her face.

"Pretending to be asleep?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Once exposed, Su Wuli could no longer pretend and had no choice but to open her eyes.

She was caught off guard when she met his unfathomable eyes.

"Did you do the laundry?" he asked.

Su Wuli recalled the gesture of him gently sniffing her just now.

My cheeks were burning hot.

She answered softly, "It...was dirty, so I...washed it."

"Dirty?" Yu Chen repeated, the last syllable slightly drawn out, carrying an indescribable meaning.

He then suddenly leaned down, bracing himself against the headboard beside her, casting her into his shadow.

The man's scent was different from usual, mixed with the fragrance of her usual laundry detergent.

"Why does it smell like this after washing?" The man's gaze swept back and forth across her face.

It didn't feel like scrutiny; it felt more like looking at something interesting.

"Still sleeping in your arms?"