After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

Su Ning was of course unaware of the news about the Prince of Ling.

The night Prince Ling was assassinated was also the day Su Ning was imprisoned. Yue Zijin came in from outside, looking travel-worn.

His body was almost soaked in blood, covered in wounds, yet he still held a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun in his hands.

He came to bring her food.

"What did you do? Why are you in such a sorry state?"

Su Ning couldn't help but show her concern.

But the other person merely chuckled, placed the items on the table, and said with a self-deprecating tone, "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

Su Ning didn't say anything more.

In the silence, Yue Zijin's aura grew even stronger, and he turned and left.

The effects of the medicine in Su Ning's body had weakened. She went to the table, picked up the bowl of porridge, and just as she brought it to her lips, she realized something was wrong.

The porridge was cold, so she picked up a steamed bun from the side and slammed it onto the table.

It made a "bang" sound, but the pancake was completely unharmed.

Su Ning: ……

Perhaps Yue Zi's injuries from that day were too severe, because he hasn't gone out these past few days.

Of course, only the two of them were in the quiet, directionless cabin.

This also made it easier for Yue Zijin to "humiliate" her.

"Chop wood, wash clothes, boil water, sweep the floor. If you don't finish today, you'll go hungry and cold, and you won't get a rest all night."

He looked at his prisoners coldly, without a trace of sympathy or pity in his eyes.

Su Ning looked at the pile of dirty clothes in the corner, not knowing what kind of medicine Yue Zi had given her. She could only move around in the surrounding area.

He would be out of breath after walking just a few more steps.

Are you sure you want me to wash you?

Su Ning asked one more question.

But the boy quickly frowned impatiently, "Of course, you always have to pay the price for your mistakes."

Su Ning didn't refute, and walked to the pile of clothes.

She couldn't control her strength, and her hands unconsciously rubbed the old, coarse cloth clothes until the fabric tore, the stitches came undone, and a long tear appeared at the corner. A perfectly good piece of clothing was washed into a tattered rag and could no longer be worn.

Yue Zijin suppressed her anger and said, "Go cook."

Soon, the stove fire started burning and thick smoke billowed out. Yue Zijin saw the thick smoke rising into the sky and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.

The black smoke choked Su Ning, bringing tears to her eyes and causing her to cough incessantly. Her face was covered in soot and mottled gray, and her hair was stained with ash. Fortunately, it was just burnt and there was no fire.

With a cold face, Yue Zijin snatched the spatula from Su Ning's hand.

For several days in a row, Yue Zijin's plan to humiliate him basically failed.

Because Su Ning couldn't chop the firewood properly, her attempts were all crooked, resulting in firewood of varying sizes and a mess on the ground.

Sweeping didn't clean the floor properly; dust covered me, and the house was even messier than before.

Yue Zijin always followed behind her to clean up her messes, and the relationship between the two of them actually improved a lot.

At least Su Ning can now eat something hot.

The days of imprisonment passed exceptionally quickly, and the other party never went out again after that.

Su Ning almost thought that a martial arts novel had been adapted into a farming novel.

Another day and night passed. After washing the dishes, Yue Zijin went to her room early.

The sounds of insects, unique to the forest, filled the air. Su Ning looked at the tightly closed door, thinking of asking what had happened that day.

The moment Su Ning touched the doorframe, she realized the door was locked, but that didn't stop her.

After doing a little trickery, they pushed open the tightly closed door.

The cabin was stiflingly hot, like an oven, with the doors and windows tightly shut, making the air feel scorching.

Su Ning didn't see Yue Zijin on the bed until she heard a muffled groan, at which point she realized he was hiding in the corner.

His skin was burning hot, and cold sweat covered his forehead, sliding down his jawline, staining his dark hair and sticking to his pale skin.

His usually aloof brows and eyes were now tinged with an unnatural crimson, his eyes were red at the corners, and his gaze was clouded with a thick mist of tears and pain. His reason was being scorched by the flames, and his consciousness was half-awake and half-dazed. He was trapped in extreme torment.

"Yue Zijin, what's wrong?"

Su Ning touched the other person's eyebrows and eyes, but the next second the other person gripped her wrist tightly.

The boy's eyes were red and his expression complex. He uttered cold words, "Get out!"

His body was burning with intense heat, and his eyes were churning with extreme pain, intense hatred, and a long-hidden, unrevealed, and madly infatuated love.

"Something's wrong with you. What kind of martial art have you been practicing?"

Su Ning did not listen to the other party.

"It's none of your business."

His voice was hoarse and broken, and his eyes were closed, as if he loathed the person in front of him.

"You're my friend, of course I have to help."

After Su Ning finished speaking, she was about to get up to find out what medicine was in the room, but she was suddenly pulled back by someone.

His body was burning hot, the intense heat searing through her clothes, his breath hot and heavy, spraying against her ear, hoarse and broken from long-suppressed breaths.

He should have hated her, pushed her away, tormented her, and made her pay for all the pain.

But the body doesn't listen to the heart, and reason can't stop the descent into depravity.

Half of his eyes were filled with pain, and the other half with madness. A sliver of lucidity remained, yet he was willing to utterly fall into depravity.

He hated her to the core, yet loved her to the point of obsession.

"Ha... a friend, would a friend treat you like this?"

Before she could struggle or dodge, he suddenly leaned down and captured her soft lips.

It wasn't a gentle, tender touch, but a vicious, biting bite mixed with hatred, resentment, and obsession.

The sharp teeth ground fiercely against the tender lips, the force suddenly increasing, and the sharp tips easily cut through the thin skin of the lips.

A sharp, tingling pain exploded, and warm blood instantly spread out, the rich, rusty, and bloody taste lingering between the lips and teeth.

Su Ning winced in pain and tried to push the other person away, but the delirious boy grabbed her hand instead.

His legs forcefully pushed in with an irresistible force.

Su Ning felt as if she were surrounded by heat, and in her half-awake state, she felt as if liquid was dripping onto her face.

Then came a powerful yet gentle murmur: "Su Su, you'll never leave..."

"You'll never get rid of it."