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

Unlike the previous two times, I didn't immediately exit the dream after it ended.

Su Wuli lay weakly on the couch, unconsciously asking, "...Why...was it me..."

Why her of all people?

The man paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Just then, the thin mist dissipated a little.

Su Wuli could see the other person prop themselves up and look at her face.

Tears had already soaked her disheveled black hair.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes completely soaked with tears, trembling slightly with her suppressed gasps.

She had bitten her lower lip so hard that it bled, the blood appearing a striking crimson in the dim light.

The man frowned slightly.

The conviction in his heart that this woman was a meticulously designed witchcraft puppet seemed to be challenged at this moment.

If it were truly the work of witchcraft, why create such... disturbingly real suffering?

However, his reason, which had always been with him, immediately kicked in.

The other party's methods are cunning; perhaps this is the most ingenious disguise.

Moreover, the strange effect of these dreams on his insomnia is itself eerie.

Two ideas clashed fiercely.

He frowned, unable to suppress his disgust at this feeling of being out of control.

Amidst a clash of emotions so complex it bordered on violent.

It even carried a hint of deliberate, almost punitive, force.

Su Wuli opened her eyes and met the man's eyes, which were not yet fully clear and were veiled by a thin mist.

He turned over and stood up, his back to her, and smoothly put on his undergarments.

His back was straight, yet he exuded a cold and unapproachable aura.

Su Wuli felt as if she had been hollowed out.

His body slumped on the messy brocade quilt, his fingertips seemingly too weak to move.

She stared blankly at the canopy above her head, her eyes unfocused.

A dead silence.

Just then, a small, cool object landed with a soft "thud" on the still relatively dry brocade quilt beside her.

Su Wuli's gaze moved over very slowly.

She saw a small, jade-colored bottle, no larger than the palm of her hand, with a rounded body and a cool touch.

"Medicine from the Western Regions." A man's voice came from beside the bed.

The hoarse voice, now less husky with passion, had returned to its usual cold and steady tone.

He showed no emotion, saying, "Apply it to the wound, and it will heal in two days."

Su Wuli stared blankly at the small bottle, wanting to ask where to apply it.

However, she struggled to lift her eyelids, and the man's figure seemed to grow farther and farther away.

The fog lifted a little more, and she could see his sharply defined jawline and slightly clenched jawbone more clearly.

And those thin lips that were always pressed into a cold, expressionless curve.

Then, the light and shadow completely distorted and rotated.

The familiar feeling of separation suddenly gripped her tightly.

Until everything is completely calm.

When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight outside the window.

Su Wuli gasped for breath as if she had been rescued from drowning, her whole body aching intensely.

A sharp, sprain-like pain shot through my wrist.

Looking down, I saw a clear bruise on my left wrist, visible on my fair skin.

His right hand was tightly clenched around something.

She slowly opened her hand, and a small jade-colored bottle lay quietly in her palm, the cool jade texture pressed against her skin.

Wrapped naked in the blanket, the bathrobe fell into my dream again.

She pulled back the covers, and the indecent marks on her body stung her eyes.

For a fleeting moment, she truly loathed her body for being out of control.

She betrayed herself to please men.

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash herself.

The moment she was touched, she suddenly flinched.

I gasped and almost lost my balance and fell to the ground.

She couldn't imagine how much force the man had used in the end; no matter how much she cried or struggled, it was no use.

After taking a shower, Su Wuli immediately took a birth control pill.

I curled up on the sofa, looking at the bottle lying on the bed.

After a while, I walked over, picked up the bottle, opened it, and smelled it. There was a faint herbal scent.

After glancing at the bruises on my wrist and hesitating for a moment, I finally applied some ointment.

Su Wuli didn't know why the other party would suddenly give her a bottle of medicine. After thinking it over, only one possibility remained: that they didn't want her to die so quickly.

The people used to do the same thing; every time Su Wuli thought she was about to die, they would stop and let her catch her breath.

That's how you make it fun.

After packing her luggage, her assistant, Su Yuan, came to pick her up from the hotel at noon.

I had been staying at the hotel where the film crew was staying because of filming, but now filming has wrapped up.

In the car, Su Yuan also noticed her unusual behavior.

"Wu Li, it's so hot today, why are you wearing a turtleneck? And you don't look too well either."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Su Wuli didn't dare to say anything more.

"We've been filming late into the night a lot lately, so you need to get some rest when you get back," Su Yuan advised from the side.

"Yes, I will." Su Wuli forced a smile.

Returning to one's own apartment, to a familiar place, one subconsciously feels a sense of security.

Su Wuli let out a heavy sigh.

Despite this, she didn't dare to sleep for the next few nights.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep while sitting during a break from recording the show today.

I dreamt of that man again...

The recording was interrupted, and Lin Liwen took Su Wuli back to her apartment.

Before leaving, he instructed, "Hold on for one more night. Tomorrow, I will immediately invite a master over. I don't care what kind of ghost it is, I will make it vanish into thin air."

"Mm." Su Wuli nodded.

Lin Liwen looked at the female celebrity standing in front of her, wearing a fitted cheongsam.

The lotus root pink soft satin cheongsam had its waistline cinched to create a slender, almost impossibly thin curve.

The exposed section of her neck was so translucent that one could almost see the pale blue veins beneath the snow-white skin, and there were still ambiguous red marks on it.

It's so fragile that you'd want to bite it off with your sharp teeth.

The most captivating feature was undoubtedly those eyes.

The almond-shaped outline should have been clear, but it seems to be forever shrouded in a thin mist like the misty rain of Jiangnan.

The corners of her eyes naturally carry a touch of innocent blush.

Lin Liwen sighed heavily. No wonder even a male ghost would be interested in someone like that.

After Lin Liwen left, Su Wuli took a shower.

I still don't dare to sleep.

She sat on the sofa with her knees drawn up, the TV on but she couldn't concentrate on watching it.

Perhaps because she had taken a nap during the day and opened a window for it, she actually fell asleep again while sitting on the sofa without realizing it.

I woke up the next day to find myself lying on the sofa.

She was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and immediately checked her clothes, finding them completely undamaged.

Realizing something, Su Wuli sat up from the sofa in surprise.

A thought popped into my head: Could it be that all of this is over?

Although she felt that this conjecture was somewhat untenable, this was the only time that the man did not appear in her dreams after she fell asleep.

I couldn't contain my joy.

Lin Liwen quickly found a master to come over as well.

The master walked around her apartment and said there was indeed evil spirits there.

He then took out a consecrated jade Buddha and instructed Su Wuli to put a brand-new pair of scissors under her pillow before going to sleep.

Lin Liwen asked what else she should pay attention to.

The master confidently declared that with these two items combined, no evil spirits or monsters could get close.