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

But this time the dense fog seemed to have thinned out a bit.

She could at least make out the outline of the tall figure beside her, who was lying on his side with his back to her.

Seeing this, Su Wuli's heart sank.

As expected, this wasn't the first or second time such an accident occurred, and fear began to rise.

She held her breath, but suddenly found that she could move her hands and feet.

Realizing this, Su Wuli carefully took out the eyebrow razor from her pocket.

He then stared nervously at the blurry silhouette, his heart pounding.

Without the slightest hesitation, he aimed at roughly the shoulder and back area and swung with all his might.

The next second, his wrist was precisely intercepted.

The other person moved so fast that she didn't even see it clearly, and then a sharp pain shot through her wrist.

Su Wuli let out a short cry of pain as the eyebrow trimmer slipped from her hand and fell onto the brocade rug.

The man had turned around at some point and easily stopped her movements with one hand.

In the flickering candlelight, Su Wuli couldn't see his face through a thin mist, but she could clearly feel the strength in his body.

"You want to kill me?" his voice rang out.

The hoarse voice, devoid of passion, was replaced by a cold, scrutinizing aura.

He gripped her wrist with his large hand, his thumb precisely pressing on the painful wound, slowly applying pressure.

"Ugh—" Su Wuli felt so much pain that her vision went black, and cold sweat instantly broke out.

"We're not from the same world, please... let me go..."

She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak coherently, her voice broken and choked with sobs.

This was her most instinctive reaction: to show weakness and plead.

Just like those dark days in the past, when we faced an overwhelming malice.

"A ghost?" He scoffed.

He then leaned slightly forward, his cold breath mixed with warm breath spraying onto the side of her neck, which was forced to tilt back.

"Then what are you? A female ghost who climbs into men's beds?"

The harsh humiliation made Su Wuli tremble all over, her nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She wanted to argue, but his words reminded her of the unbearable heat she felt after getting drunk, and... how she had taken the initiative to get close to him.

Just as she was about to lose control of her emotions, the man released her wrist.

Su Wuli instinctively stepped back, wanting to get away from him.

However, the next second her ankle was grabbed, and the thin calluses on his palm brushed against the delicate skin on the inside of her ankle.

Su Wuli couldn't help but shrink back and scream in alarm, instinctively kicking and thrashing.

With a slight pull, he drew her back into his aura.

"Still trying to run?"

"Who are you? Where is this?" Su Wuli asked, unable to contain her breakdown.

In the panic, my fingers touched the eyebrow razor that had just fallen.

Like grasping at the last straw, she barely thought, and with all her might, she stabbed him hard in the neck.

This time he didn't even block, he just tilted his head slightly, and the eyebrow trimmer grazed his skin.

He then precisely grabbed her wrist and applied force.

"Um--"

Su Wuli groaned, and the eyebrow trimmer fell to the side of the couch, this time rolling out of her reach.

"Interesting." His tone was devoid of emotion, revealing only the indifference of someone observing their prey.

Su Wuli's chin was lifted up by him, and she felt a sense of lingering fear as she sensed the other person's oppressive aura.

Since everything that happens in a dream will be reflected in reality.

If... she angered him and he strangled her to death, would that also mean she would really die?

This realization sent a chill down her spine.

The man spoke, his deep, mellow voice ringing out.

"Their tricks are getting more and more elaborate, yet they sent a defenseless woman to her death?"

"Let me go, you—" Su Wuli started to speak subconsciously but suddenly stopped.

She sobbed uncontrollably, the curses that were on the tip of her tongue were choked back down.

She dared not, dared not resist anymore.

It wasn't just because men could actually hurt her, but also because the memory of endless torment that followed her resistance served as a stark reminder of what was to come.

"What am I?" the man chuckled softly, his laughter devoid of warmth.

"The first time, you clung to me like a burning hot object." He paused, as if recalling something, "hot and clingy."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli was rendered speechless.

She was definitely the one who approached first.

She felt powerless and ashamed in an instant, as if she had lost even the last bit of grounds to condemn the other party.

She bit her lip and silently shed tears.

The man released his grip on her chin, but his fingertips slid down her tear-streaked cheeks.

As if examining an object, "That's a good method."

He said in a low voice, looking at the woman sobbing on the bed, feeling inexplicably irritated.

This witchcraft... does indeed have some merit.

Su Wuli noticed that the other person's whole body stiffened, and even the slightest trembling stopped.

He knew perfectly well that it was a dream.

This woman appeared mysteriously several times in a row; her face was unclear, but her figure was superb.

The most reasonable explanation is that someone sought out a secret technique to try and destroy his foundation in his dreams.

He should have simply snapped the illusion's neck to break the spell.

however……

When his palms actually touched that delicate skin, an uncontrollable restlessness surged from the depths of his blood.

How can it be so tender...?

This body seemed to have an unusual attraction for him.

Her body had a sweet scent, like some kind of silent bewitching allure.

What puzzled him even more was that his long-standing insomnia, which even the imperial physicians in the palace couldn't cure, was cured without any treatment.

After the struggle, he fell into an unprecedentedly deep sleep.

His movements now carried a sense of scrutiny and inquiry, a stark contrast to his previous actions.

He tore off her long-sleeved clothing, which was clearly for defense and different from the previous two times.

The movements weren't gentle; his palms bore the calluses from martial arts training. The forceful stroke felt both like punishment and an involuntary lingering affection.

This time was different from all the previous ones, but she didn't know why.

You could hear his breathing, which seemed slightly more rapid than the previous two times.

Intertwined with her own suppressed, fine, disordered breathing.

The chilling aura seemed to be intensified by the body heat.

It invades the lungs and internal organs.

Su Wuli knew clearly that when faced with bullying that she couldn't resist, as long as she silently endured it, those people would eventually get tired of it.

Finally, finding it boring, he let her go.

Violent resistance was never her thing; it would only lead to worse treatment.

She instinctively bit her lower lip, choking back a sob.

Only uncontrollable tears streamed down, soaking my temples.

He was indeed a little different than before, as if he was observing her, but she didn't know why.

The harder she cried, the more he...

In the end, all she could do was plead for mercy in a tearful voice.

"slow……"

"Slow down?" the man chuckled softly.

With a hint of mockery, she chuckled softly, "You don't seem to like it..."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's face was filled with shame.

She had to admit, it seemed to be true.

Finally, she was enveloped by the man's aura, completely overwhelmed.