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

Lin Liwen called quickly, her voice tinged with worry, "Wuli, what's wrong?"

Su Wuli explained the situation to her.

Lin Liwen didn't believe it and said, "You're probably under too much pressure. You drank alcohol last night, so it's normal to have nightmares. Get some rest today. I'll make an appointment for you to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor later. It's definitely a combination of endocrine imbalance and neurasthenia."

Su Wuli knew that wasn't true, but the surveillance footage did show nothing.

Those distant memories, which she had tried so hard to peel away, surfaced, as if they were all urging her not to pursue them.

It served as a warning to her that as long as she remained oblivious, she would not be harmed.

In the end, she simply responded with a faint "Hmm..."

The phone hangs up.

The room fell silent again.

Su Wuli sat on the floor, hugging her knees, and raised her hand to gently touch the teeth marks on her left shoulder.

A real stinging sensation came through.

Was it really... a nightmare?

But the pain, the obvious marks, and the lingering, unfamiliar sensation in my body...

Why is it so clear?

She buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

The hotel suite was silent, with only her breathing.

But the traces and feelings left in the dream are real, like the mark of that person's violence.

This silently proclaims that the chaotic entanglement of last night was not an illusion.

For some reason, she suddenly fell asleep again.

Almost in the instant of losing consciousness, the sensation of touch suddenly arrived.

The sensation beneath me was completely different, firmer than a hotel mattress.

My nasal cavity was once again filled with that cold breath.

Her heart sank, and she abruptly opened her eyes, struggling to focus in the dim light.

Above them was a fabric with a flowing, dark sheen, through which a sliver of light seeped in.

She was lying on her side, her cheek pressed against the warm, delicate touch of the bed.

However, the next second, as it slowly rose and fell, she suddenly realized that she was not leaning against a bed, but against a person's broad chest.

In an instant, Su Wuli's blood froze.

Her neck stiffened, and her gaze slowly moved upwards.

However, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could feel that even though the man was fast asleep, he exuded an inviolable majesty like a wild beast.

He seemed to be asleep, his breathing slow and deep.

Her white hotel bathrobe had somehow come undone, offering almost no coverage, leaving her skin pressed directly against his chest.

Su Wuli looked down and found that her missing silk nightgown was now lying under the man, completely shredded.

So, all of this really happened, and her nightgown was left with the other person.

She was terrifyingly lucid at that moment.

Where is this? Who is he? A ghost? Or something even more terrifying?

She wanted to escape from the bed immediately.

However, his body was pinned to the spot by an invisible force, and not even his fingertips could tremble.

Only his eyes could move in terror, scanning this unfamiliar space.

The furnishings are simple and unadorned, with burnt-out candlesticks and a cool fragrance floating in the air.

And the man she was leaning against had noticeably long hair...

Everything points to a chilling answer.

Just then, the man seemed to move almost imperceptibly.

It seemed to be disturbed, but did not wake up immediately.

Su Wuli was then horrified to discover that the other person had been draping one of their arms over her waist the whole time.

At that moment, he unconsciously pulled closer, pressing her even more tightly against himself.

His hands, calloused and smooth, pressed against her waist through her loose bathrobe.

The heat penetrated through her clothes, making her shiver.

Soon, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterward, as if sensing the weight and warmth in his arms, he slightly turned his head and lowered his eyes.

Su Wuli curled up against his chest, tilting her head back. She could even feel the man's hot breath so close to him.

Despite the distance, she still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but that didn't stop the gaze from being felt even through the "thick fog."

Noticing the other person's gaze upon her, Su Wuli was terrified, her lips trembling slightly.

He let out a very soft chuckle, his voice hoarse and low, characteristic of someone who had just woken up.

With a hint of amusement, he said, "This is quite interesting... the gift you sent is fresher than last night's."

Su Wuli couldn't understand a word he said.

But the way he was scrutinizing her, as if she were looking at a toy that had appeared out of nowhere, made her instinctively want to run away.

The large hand that was resting on her waist began to move.

His fingertips traced the curve of her waistline, slowly sliding from her side down her spine.

The movement carried a casual, exploratory quality, as if confirming the outline of the body beneath his palm.

The bathrobe was already loose, and his fingers easily slipped inside the edge of the garment, touching her bare back.

"Hmm..." Su Wuli couldn't help but let out a very soft sob.

It was fear, mixed with the uncontrollable trembling when the body was assaulted by unfamiliar touches.

They wanted to hide, but couldn't move an inch.

The whimper seemed to please him, or rather, it further stimulated his already restless nerves in the morning.

Su Wuli could clearly sense something darker and more direct in the man.

"Where did you get these clothes?" His voice carried a lazy, morning sensuality.

Su Wuli didn't answer; her mind was a mess, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

The hand, no longer content with lingering on the back, easily lifted the front of the already practically useless bathrobe.

The cool air and his burning gaze fell simultaneously on her exposed skin.

Su Wuli abruptly closed her eyes, tears of shame and fear welling up from the corners of her eyes.

She could feel his gaze lingering, sweeping over her neck, collarbone, and chest...

Finally, it lingered on the still-stinging teeth mark on my left shoulder.

The man's fingertips traced the teeth marks, pressing firmly on the swollen, bluish edges and the scabbed wound.

Su Wuli gasped in pain, her body tensing even more.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

Su Wuli opened her misty eyes, her throat tightening, unable to utter a sound for a moment.

Su Wuli's tears and trembling reaction seemed to have completely ignited something.

With a swift movement, the man flipped over and easily covered her beneath him.

The heavy male body loomed over her with an oppressive aura, trapping her between him and the soft brocade mattress beneath him.

His bare chest pressed against her body, which was only separated by a thin bathrobe, and his body temperature was alarmingly high.

Su Wuli was finally able to make a sound, and her body was finally able to move.

Her hands instinctively braced against the man's chest. "No... let me go... a ghost?... you're a ghost."

"Ghost?" The other person seemed to find the word amusing.

He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against hers.

With a condescending and cruelly amused look, he said, "This is the first time I've heard this title. They usually call me Yama, the King of Hell."