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

As soon as she finished speaking, with the ripples on the water, Su Wuli unconsciously let out a sound from her slightly parted lips.

At that moment, I finally understood what he meant.

"Hmm?" The dangerous aura emanating from the man had not diminished.

Su Wuli's heart trembled, and she quickly shook her head in denial, "No..."

"No?" He clearly didn't believe her, and switched the two hands that were holding her to one hand.

He slowly placed his other hand on her neck and spoke softly, his voice carrying a sinister aura.

"It's impossible for it to still hurt today after applying the medicine, unless..."

He leaned closer and uttered a few words with a hint of hostility.

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli's mind exploded.

Suddenly it dawned on me that what he meant by applying medicine was completely different from what I understood as applying medicine.

"No..." She was held tightly in the man's arms, her face turning pale instantly.

He realized that the large hand was tightening slightly.

Su Wuli hurriedly began to explain, "I thought you wanted me to apply it to my hands."

She was afraid that if she spoke even a second too late, her neck would really be twisted off.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hostility emanating from the other person seemed to subside slightly.

He released his grip on her neck, then seized her chin and lifted it up forcefully, as if to confirm that she wasn't lying.

However, his presence was simply too strong.

Despite remaining inactive, Su Wuli could not ignore the fact that in addition to the pain of her injury, there were other things mixed in.

After a long pause, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Bear with it."

Before Su Wuli could react, the ripples on the water surface began to move.

The hand that had been holding her chin moved to the back of her neck and pressed her head against his shoulder.

His large hand did not move away; he was still holding her with one hand.

Su Wuli felt like she was going to fall into the water several times, but it was just an illusion. She was held firmly in the man's arms with one hand the whole time.

In a moment of distraction, she vaguely felt a burning hot hand cover the swaying jade Buddha.

Along with its soft and fragile interior, all together...

The force was so strong, it was unclear whether it was intended to tear the jade Buddha apart or something else.

she does not know.

He looked down at the person in front of him.

They secretly investigated everyone in the mansion, and even consulted sorcerers, but found no trace of witchcraft or drugs.

The woman's appearance was strange.

He had conducted an experiment the day before, and it seemed that entering a dream still required a trigger, such as her not being present during the day.

He only managed to sleep for an hour during the day before waking up.

With her by my side, I can sleep peacefully; without her, I still suffer from insomnia.

What made him even more suspicious was the woman herself.

If they were truly meticulously trained spies, how could they be so... vulnerable?

Even her crying carried an undeniable vulnerability.

They never tried to gather any intelligence, nor did they even observe the layout and furnishings here.

Something a competent spy would never let slip.

And her body is... too delicate.

It's so delicate that you want to crush it violently, and its waist is so soft that it seems like it would break if you exerted the slightest force.

In the misty haze, she looked just like a pear blossom shivering in the rain.

Su Wuli no longer had the strength to even tremble.

Since the last time, this dream has not disappeared with the end of the man's life.

She was lifted up by the man, her body limp, with a splash of water.

With her body exposed to the cool air, she unconsciously curled up.

The two remained in the same position, but her movement seemed to indicate that something was changing.

Su Wuli instinctively wanted to back out of the man's arms; he was really too fierce.

"Don't move." A low, husky voice stopped her.

The next second, he reached out and picked up a cloth from the side and wrapped it around her completely.

Although most of the water droplets on her body were absorbed by the cloth, her chest, which was pressed tightly against her skin, remained damp.

He carried her as they walked across the cold stone pavement.

Even after regaining consciousness, Su Wuli didn't dare lean on him. She could only close her eyes and not dare to look at anything.

However, when vision is turned off, other senses become exceptionally clear.

With each steady step, Su Wuli's body, pressed tightly against his chest, rubbed against him slightly.

She was then placed on a soft, slightly cool brocade mattress, and a corner of the cloth unexpectedly came undone.

Su Wuli closed her eyes, frantically trying to pull the blanket tighter around herself.

The original nightgown had long since sunk to some unknown corner of the bathtub.

But he held her wrist down. "Don't move."

The man's voice sounded above him, slightly hoarse afterward.

Su Wuli froze, even holding her breath.

However, she could sense that the other person had not left and was still by the bedside.

She lifted her eyelids very slowly.

Her gaze rose, meeting a pair of eyes looking down at her.

She was stunned for a moment, and the thin mist that had enveloped the man suddenly dissipated completely.

This time, Su Wuli saw him for who he truly was.

The man had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, and high, prominent brow bones, exuding a sense of oppression.

There was a very shallow scar on his brow, which not only did not detract from his appearance, but also added a touch of ferocity and sharpness to his overly perfect face.

Those eyes had deep black pupils, and when they looked at people, they carried a natural, condescending scrutiny.

Cold and sharp.

He had somehow gotten into a dark nightgown, the front of which was loosely tied, revealing a large expanse of his chest, where a wound could be vaguely seen.

She subconsciously remembered touching the gauze on his body during the live broadcast the day before yesterday.

I couldn't help but be shocked. Can ghosts get hurt?

And even though he was injured, his movements were...

A few strands of her jet-black hair fell casually over her shoulders, the ends still damp.

The male ghost is actually...so handsome.

This was a subconscious reaction that popped into Su Wuli's mind.

He was immediately taken aback by his own absurd perception.

This face looks unreal.

They resemble celestial deities or hellish demons depicted in meticulous brushwork in ancient texts.

"It can't be a deity," was Su Wuli's answer.

Then only one other possibility remains.