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

"Hmm." Yu Chen lowered his eyes and said slowly, "In your world, I can't take action, but here..."

He raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze unfathomable.

"I'll find a way to get them into a dream; it's not difficult."

His tone was so calm, so calm, that it sent chills down one's spine.

Su Wuli shook her head violently, clutching his clothes tightly. "No."

Although she didn't know what the dream was all about, Yu Chen wasn't human... so if that's the case, he must be able to do it.

"Why not?" Yu Chen raised an eyebrow.

That familiar sarcasm resurfaced, "Didn't you call me a murderer last time? It's only reassuring to kill those who deserve it by hand."

He paused as if thinking of something, then continued, "Your methods won't get you revenge; they're foolish and useless."

"It's different," Su Wuli said urgently. "That's...that's wrong. Just because they're wrong doesn't mean we should become like them."

After saying that, Yu Chen stared at her for a moment, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

However, he quickly concealed it, and then suddenly chuckled softly.

There was no pleasure, only a hint of something elusive.

After Yu Chen chuckled softly, the room fell silent again.

Su Wuli blinked her tearful eyes, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the desk.

In the candlelight, a white jade wine pot gleamed with a warm luster.

My throat is dry and sore, and I suddenly have a strong craving for something to drink, anything at all.

Just as this thought popped into her head, she saw Yu Chen walk over, pick up the wine pot, and pour a small cup of wine.

Under Su Wuli's watchful gaze, the man walked back to her and brought the wine glass to her lips.

"Want a drink?"

Su Wuli looked at him, her eyelashes still damp with tears, and nodded subconsciously.

As if possessed, I eagerly lowered my head to drink from his hand.

Perhaps she drank it too quickly, or perhaps the wine was spicier than she had imagined, because she choked as soon as she took a sip.

He coughed violently, his cheeks turning red instantly.

Her eyes, already red from crying, were now even more so.

"You don't drink?" a deep, resonant voice asked.

Su Wuli shook her head, wanting to say that she just didn't drink often, and that the wine here was somewhat different from modern wine.

"I'll teach you."

Su Wuli hadn't yet realized what he meant when she heard that.

Yu Chen then withdrew his wine cup, tilted his head back, and took the remaining wine into his mouth.

Before anyone could react, he reached out and grabbed Su Wuli's chin, forcing her to lift her head.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

The spicy liquor was passed over, mixed with the unique, chilly scent emanating from his mouth.

Caught off guard, Su Wuli choked and had no time to react, so she could only swallow passively.

The liquor burned her esophagus, the warm liquid slid into her throat, and his tongue followed suit, swallowing all her sobs and coughs.

The kiss, tinged with alcohol, made Su Wuli's already muddled mind even more confused.

And she drank more than one cup; she couldn't even count how many cups it was.

After an unknown amount of time, when he stepped back, Su Wuli was already somewhat dizzy, and her eyes were covered with a noticeable layer of mist.

Alcohol begins to really take effect, amplifying emotions.

Whether it was physiological tears or something else, tears started falling uncontrollably again.

It was more turbulent and unreasonable than before.

Her shoulders trembled as she cried, her cheeks flushed, and all that remained was pure grievance.

More like... the helpless crying when pushed to the limit under him every time.

Yu Chen frowned as he looked at her.

The slight irritation that had just been suppressed in his eyes, along with something deeper, began to stir again.

He pinched her chin, his fingertips brushing against her wet cheeks with considerable force.

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a low voice, tinged with impatience. "I haven't done anything yet."

"You did it. You've been doing it all along."

She cried out, poking her fingers at his hard chest, her tears smearing all over him.

"You're a male ghost...you keep bothering me...you inexplicably appear in my dreams to scare me...bully me...and even force me to drink..."

Su Wuli was so drunk that she didn't notice the man's eyes darkening.

"His face is still so fierce... so sour..."

She was so drunk that her words were incoherent, yet she stubbornly continued her tirade.

"Every time...every time it's so fierce...I'm scared...I'm scared, do you know that...?"

While crying, Su Wuli unconsciously snuggled into his arms as if seeking support.

Her forehead pressed against his chest, her tears soaking his dark clothes.

It silently erodes certain forms of restraint.

Yu Chen's jawline is taut.

He hadn't originally intended this, but the soft, warm body of the person in his arms clung to him so tenderly.

She looked up at him with red, tear-filled eyes, her gaze full of accusation.

His voice became hoarse, and his hand slowly grasped the neck that had turned pink from the alcohol.

Her words carried a warning: "Su Wuli, do you know? Anyone who insults me has lost their life."

After saying that, he slowly tightened his grip, but without using force, his calloused palm gently stroking the area.

He clenched his back teeth, his gums itching.

"No..." Su Wuli said coquettishly, raising her hand to try to slap away the hand that was gripping her neck.

He threatened to strangle her every time.

"Scared?" Yu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

The arm around her waist tightened suddenly, almost lifting her off the ground and pressing her tightly against him.

The hand that was choking her neck moved to the back of her neck and pressed forward.

His words carried a dangerous undertone: "Isn't it a little too late now?"

Su Wuli let out a soft moan as he squeezed her.

The alcohol and the previous kiss made her weak all over, losing her usual timidity and leaving only instinct.

She twisted and turned, trying to break free, but it seemed more like an unconscious rubbing.

Her face was tilted back, and her lips accidentally brushed against his prominent Adam's apple.

Yu Chen's breath hitched.

The next moment, he suddenly lowered his head and fiercely sealed her lips with his.

The kiss was aggressive, driven by arousal.

He pulled her back, pressing her halfway down onto the large table.

The memorials on the table were swept away with a dull thud.