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

Yu Chen's lack of expression is already intimidating enough.

There was clearly no change at this moment, but for some reason, Su Wuli felt that it was even worse than usual.

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting away.

He replied, "I...I meant everyone."

After a long pause, Su Wuli almost couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, Yu Chen didn't ask any further questions, but simply glanced at the photo on the screen.

Then he released his grip on the mouse, and also released her hand.

The fingertips brushed lightly across the back of Su Wuli's hand, so quickly that Su Wuli almost thought it was an illusion.

"Continue," he said.

His tone was the same as when he asked me to teach him earlier; I couldn't tell if he was happy or angry.

Su Wuli felt that the air around her had become inexplicably heavier.

She steadied herself and continued operating.

I closed the photo folder, then randomly clicked on the music player icon, trying to cover up the images with something else.

"This is music." Her voice was a little unsteady.

"Decadent music," he commented.

His hand had somehow found its way onto the sheets beside her, gently encircling her waist in a semi-embracing position.

Body heat seeps through the silk fabric, its presence is surprisingly strong.

As a result, Su Wuli could not concentrate on the screen.

The man's chest was almost pressed against her back, and she could smell the familiar scent emanating from him.

However, at this moment, there seemed to be an indescribable restlessness mixed in, not obvious, but enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Neither of them spoke; only instrumental music played from the computer.

Su Wuli felt a little hot, her heart was beating incredibly fast, and she wanted to move a little to the side to create some distance from this heart-pounding situation.

However, as soon as he moved, his waist tightened.

The large hand that was originally at her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her backward.

Caught off guard, Su Wuli sank into his arms, pressing herself against his firm chest.

The laptop slipped from her lap and lay sprawled on the soft bed.

The screen glowed softly, casting the intertwined silhouettes of the two figures.

"Where do you want to go?" His lips were almost touching her earlobe.

His low, husky voice carried a hint of danger, and the heat made her tremble.

A familiar sense of oppression swept over me.

Su Wuli tried to get out of his arms, but her voice was soft and weak, "Don't..."

"Finished teaching?" Yu Chen seemed not to hear her resistance.

One arm easily wrapped around her waist, while the other hand rose and pinched her chin.

This forced her to turn her head and meet his deep gaze.

As their breaths mingled, his kiss landed forcefully.

With an almost overwhelming force, it swallowed up all her sobs and protests.

Giving her no room to breathe or back down.

Su Wuli was almost suffocating from his kiss, her hands weakly pressed against his chest.

The force of the push was pitifully weak.

Despite trying so many times, Su Wuli still couldn't learn to breathe properly, and soon she collapsed into the man's arms.

He couldn't even lift his fingertips.

Just as her blocked lips protested, the thin lips finally parted slightly.

She gasped, as she kissed heavily along his jawline down to the gaps in his neck, "I...I haven't finished teaching him yet..."

Yu Chen paused, and he looked up.

Su Wuli looked at him with her bright, watery eyes, which seemed harmless, while her rosy, moist lips parted slightly due to her rapid breathing.

He curled his lips into a smile, "I'm not learning anymore."

After saying that, Yu Chen didn't give her any more chance to speak. He grabbed her wrist, which she was trying to push away, and easily pinned it behind her back.

He then covered her completely, enveloping her in his shadow.

In a dizzying moment, Su Wuli sank into the soft blankets.

Above him are his aggressive eyebrows and body.

The sheets brushed against her bare skin, creating a stark contrast with her burning body temperature.

The thin straps of her nightgown had already slipped down and were piled up messily in her arms.

He leaned down and kissed her again, more irresistible than before, even with a hint of ruthlessness.

He held her waist with his hand, his fingertips pressing precisely on the spot of her old scar.

The force was not light, but not heavy either.

The almost deliberate kneading made her gasp involuntarily.

This time... it's more powerful than ever before.

Each time, it carries a clear sense of possession.

Su Wuli trembled beneath him, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, mingling with the moisture between their pressed skin.

Something flashed through her mind, but before she could grasp it, it was quickly overwhelmed by the possessive eyes in front of her.

Completely submerged.

Yu Chen pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low and husky.

He almost touched her lips, "Want to keep watching?"

The question was completely unrelated and lacked context.

What are you looking at? Su Wuli didn't understand; her mind had lost the ability to think.

She shook her head blankly, tears streaming down her face, not even knowing what she was denying.

The man seemed somewhat amused by her completely accepting attitude, and the coldness in his eyes faded slightly.

Yet it remained assertive, even carrying a hint of punishment.

The computer screen next to me, having been inactive for a long time, quietly went dark, the last glimmer of light extinguished.

Only the faint light filtering in from the window remained in the bedroom, outlining the overlapping contours.

When I woke up the next day, it was already broad daylight.

Su Wuli opened her eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling, her mind blank for a moment.

My body awoke before my consciousness did; my lower back ached terribly, and my skin seemed to still bear the tactile memory of being roughly kneaded.

These feelings are not unfamiliar.

She was on her own bed, which smelled of her usual laundry detergent.

However, this flavor was mixed with a refreshing scent that did not belong here at all.

An extremely aggressive aura lingered on her pillow and in her bedding, even on her own skin.

It was so intense that she couldn't ignore it.

Su Wuli could even vaguely recall how last night, that breath, hot and scalding, had enveloped her neck and behind her ears…

My cheeks started to burn uncontrollably.

She propped herself up to sit up, her silk slip dress crumpled and pressed against her body.

As those images from last night resurfaced, Su Wuli suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

He nervously pulled the blanket over himself, his gaze sweeping over the messy bed.

The next second, her gaze froze.

Near her ankles, there was a piece of clothing draped over her shoulders...

And it's obvious it's not hers.