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

Su Wuli was wearing white pajamas, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

His shoulders were trembling slightly.

Tears slid down his cheeks and down his neck.

He placed a large hand on her back and patted it gently. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Su Wuli could vaguely hear the sounds, but she did not wake up.

She buried her face in his neck again, her lips pressed against his Adam's apple, and mumbled his name.

Then she cried even harder.

Tears streamed down her face, and she trembled gently in his arms.

She called his name, and then she burst into tears.

It felt like I'd been holding it in for so long, and now I could finally cry without restraint.

Su Wuli buried her face in his neck and sobbed.

Yu Chen noticed something was wrong with the person in his arms, so he reached out and pulled her out of his arms a little.

He looked down at her face.

Su Wuli's eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were soaked with sweat.

Her face was covered in tears, and her lips were moving slightly as she called his name.

Yu Chen reached out and gently patted her face. "A-Wu?"

She didn't wake up. She frowned, turned her face away, and snuggled closer to him.

He patted him again, "Awu, wake up."

Su Wuli seemed to have heard it, and her eyelashes trembled a few times.

Her eyelids twitched, but she still didn't open her eyes.

Yu Chen called out again, "A-Wu..."

Su Wuli struggled for a long time.

His brows were furrowed, his lips were pursed, and his whole body was tense.

His eyes finally opened a crack.

His pupils were unfocused and undivided.

Su Wuli stared at Yu Chen's face for a long time before blinking.

Tears fell and streamed down my cheeks.

He reached out his hand, seemingly in disbelief.

Her fingers touched the man's face.

She touched him, then pulled back, then reached out again to press her face against his.

"Really?" She gently rubbed her finger against his face.

Yu Chen took her hand and pressed it against his face.

Her palm was pressed against his skin, and his fingers were clasped around the back of her hand.

"real."

Su Wuli watched as his fingers clasped hers.

Warm.

Her tears welled up again, falling in strings.

She cupped his face in her hands and stroked it several times, as if confirming something.

Her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

After confirming it, she suddenly threw herself into the man's arms, buried her face in his neck, and burst into tears.

She called his name, over and over again.

He shouted until his voice became hoarse, and he could only gasp for breath.

Su Wuli nestled in his arms, her whole body trembling.

Yu Chen frowned and hugged her tightly.

She cried for a long time, until her tears ran dry.

So long that she could only breathe, her breaths pressing against his skin.

Yu Chen's hand covered her back and stroked it back and forth.

His body heat seeped through the fabric and touched her cheek.

The breath enveloped her completely.

Her breath brushed against his neck, light and gentle.

As if that wasn't enough, Su Wuli snuggled even closer into his arms.

Then she nuzzled him, moving her face from the nape of his neck to his chest.

Yu Chen hugged her a little tighter, and she stopped moving.

The nightmares of the past few days vanished the moment I heard Yu Chen's heartbeat.

With my guard down, I felt completely relaxed.

Weariness came quickly.

She slept very soundly and didn't even dream.

When I woke up, it was already daylight.

The morning light peeked through the gaps in the tent flaps, casting a hazy, gray glow on the ground.

Su Wuli nestled against Yu Chen's chest.

The man's arm was across her waist, his palm pressed against her back.

Hot.

His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Su Wuli looked up at his face.

The man had his eyes closed.

Her eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

She subconsciously reached out, her fingertips touching his cheekbone, and slowly traced a line from his cheekbone down to the bridge of his nose.

Then she traced a line from his brow to the corner of his lips.

Her finger paused on his lips for a moment, then pressed her fingertip against his lower lip, gently pressing down.

She then withdrew her hand and leaned in to kiss his lower lip.

It's very light.

As she stepped back, she unexpectedly bumped into the man's still weary eyes.

My face suddenly felt hot.

Su Wuli lowered her head and buried her face in his neck, her forehead against his chin.

The man's voice came from above, hoarse from just waking up.

"Stealing a kiss while someone's sleeping?"

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

She gripped the collar of his undershirt and retorted, "Is that not allowed?"

Yu Chen's chest heaved, and he chuckled, "I didn't say it was impossible, it's just unfair."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli lifted her head from the crook of her neck and looked at him.

He blinked and asked, "What's unfair?"

"You kissed me, now it's my turn to kiss you."

Before Su Wuli could react, the man's hand had already gripped the back of her neck and pulled her down.

He held her lips in his mouth and sucked on them.

When the tongue probed in, Su Wuli let out a soft hum, which was squeezed out from her nose.

She subconsciously shifted beneath him, rubbing her legs against his and twisting her waist.

The man moved his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead against hers.

His breathing became slightly heavy. "If we move any further, something bad will happen. Everyone is awake now."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli froze.

I remember the last time I was here...

She immediately became obedient and dared not move.

Yu Chen couldn't help but laugh when he saw Su Wuli's obedient appearance.

Laughter escaped from his throat, tinged with the hoarseness of early morning.

Su Wuli lay beneath him, meeting his gaze, her face flushed crimson.

I looked at him and smiled, wanting to glare at him but unable to.

She raised her hands from her sides and covered her face.

Yu Chen removed her hand from her face, taking it away and weaving his fingers between hers.

Press it onto the pillow.

Su Wuli struggled for a moment, but it was no use.

Yu Chen used his other hand to pinch her chin and lift her face up.

She was forced to meet his gaze.

His eyes reflected her image.

I can almost see my face blushing and my hair disheveled.

Yu Chen lowered his head and captured her red lips.

When her lips were captured by his, Su Wuli was startled when a soft moan escaped her throat.

Her fingers gripped his hand tightly, her nails digging into the back of his hand.

His lips entwined with hers, each touch heavy.

Su Wuli felt as if all the air in her mouth had been sucked away by him.

She raised her other hand and grabbed the back of his neck.

His breathing became heavier, and his lips moved half an inch away from hers.

Their breaths mingled, both rapid and hot.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he kissed her again.

This time it was heavier than before, and Su Wuli's back was so heavy that she squeezed the mattress against it into several creases.

She tilted her head, trying to escape.

The man's lips followed, preventing her from escaping.

There were footsteps outside the tent curtain.

The boots crunched and squeaked on the snow.

Su Wuli didn't know how long he kissed her, she only remembered that her lips were numb when Yu Chen let go of her.

Her fingers slid off the pillow and rested weakly on his shoulder.

The man's forehead was pressed against hers.

The two were panting, their breaths mingling so that it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

Her eyes were wet; she had been crying for some time.

Yu Chen reached out and rubbed her eye with his thumb, but his finger remained at the corner of her eye.

Su Wuli's fingers slid down his shoulder.

The morning light filtering through the curtains fell on the two of them.

She lowered her head and buried her face in his chest, his hands around her waist.

Hold me tight.

After a moment, Yu Chen leaned against the headboard.

Su Wuli nestled against his chest, her face pressed against his neck.

Neither of them showed any intention of getting up.

His fingers twirled a strand of her hair, twisting it from the ends to the roots.

Then twist the hair back from the root to the end.

Her hair was very fine, and it wrapped around his knuckles again and again.

She listened to his heartbeat without moving.

His fingers gently caressed her hair, unhurriedly.

After a long silence, Su Wuli finally spoke.

She tentatively inquired, "What happened to Qi Zexun after that day?"