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

The slightly cool, damp body temperature seeped through the clothes.

The man's hair was still wet, and it felt cool against the side of her neck.

The moisture seeped through her hair and clung to her skin.

Su Wuli had her back to him, her body still slightly stiff, but the unsettling smell of blood was no longer lingering around her nose.

She quietly took a breath.

The inexplicable resistance in my heart seemed to have been somewhat diluted by this refreshing scent.

"Sleep." He closed his eyes, his voice returning to its usual deep tone.

Su Wuli opened her eyes in the darkness.

He actually went to take a shower...

Su Wuli smelled the clean soap scent on him, and her tense nerves relaxed, and drowsiness began to rise.

But after a short while, a cool sensation came from the skin on the side of his neck where his wet hair was sticking to it.

It's damp and uncomfortable.

And...won't it give you a headache to sleep with your hair so wet?

The thought almost popped into my head subconsciously.

She was stunned for a moment when she realized what she was thinking.

Why should she worry about this?

Whether he has a headache or not is none of her business.

But the damp, cool sensation was really annoying, coupled with a little bit of awkwardness that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

After hesitating for a moment, she tentatively asked in a very low voice, "Your... hair is still wet..."

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the arm around her waist tightened instantly.

The next moment, the world spun around.

Su Wuli was suddenly flipped over by the man and pinned face-to-face beneath him.

"Su Wuli." He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against hers.

His voice was low and deep, carrying a hint of agitation, "You really don't want to sleep tonight, do you?"

The moisture on his body had not completely dried, and the collar of his white undergarment was slightly open.

The wet hair brushed against her cheeks and neck, feeling both cool and itchy.

"I...I just..." Su Wuli was so frightened that her tongue tied itself in knots.

She wanted to explain, but his sudden approaching breath choked her, preventing her from uttering a complete sentence.

"Just what?" He propped one hand on her ear and pinched her chin with the other.

The force was considerable; "You're the one complaining about the smell, and you're also the one complaining about your wet hair."

His fingertips brushed heavily against her lower lip, his eyes dark and menacing. "Have I been too lenient with you, hmm?"

"No... I didn't..." Su Wuli quickly shook her head.

She really just... just said it offhand.

"No?" Yu Chen scoffed, but the hidden fire in his eyes burned even brighter.

He leaned down, his hot breath falling on her ear, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth.

"You've caused so much trouble, and now you're saying you haven't?"

His knee pushed her legs apart, which she had instinctively closed, and his entire weight pressed down on her, rendering her completely immobile.

Her wet hair clung to her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.

"Since you don't want to sleep." His kiss landed heavily on her neck, with a punishing nibble.

His voice trailed off, "Then don't sleep."

Before Su Wuli could even utter a cry of surprise, he sealed her lips completely.

It devoured all her unspoken explanations and panic, as if it wanted to tear her apart and eat her whole.

He pinched her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back to bear it.

With his other hand, he skillfully tore open her clothes.

The cool air, mixed with the lingering moisture on his body, made Su Wuli shiver.

He tried to struggle, but his limbs were too weak to move.

The wet streaks of his hair brushed against her skin, mingling with the clean breath from his mouth.

It makes people feel uneasy and confused.

"Ugh..." Broken sobs escaped from between their intertwined lips and teeth, only to be swallowed up again.

Su Wuli was almost suffocated by his kiss, and her hands that tried to push him away were easily restrained and pressed above her head.

He seemed to have control over every inch of her body, which was densely covered.

The steam from the shower gradually evaporated, filling the narrow space with dampness.

"He brought it on himself."

Between breaths, the man bit her lower lip and mumbled a few words, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

Outside the tent, the night wind still howled, but it couldn't dispel the sudden, scorching heat.

The wetness in their hair had long since dried during their rubbing together.

Morning light shone through the gaps in the tent roof.

Yu Chen opened his eyes, and what he saw was the rough canopy of the military tent.

The space beside him was empty; the only marks on the animal hide were the marks left by his lying down.

There is no warm, soft body.

He lay there motionless, then sat up a moment later, and the thin blanket slipped off.

A slight pulling pain came from my left arm.

He turned his head to look.

Several fresh scratches were visible on the skin of the left forearm near the elbow.

Not deep, yet tinged with red, clear and ambiguous.

Yu Chen's gaze lingered on the red marks for two seconds.

My fingertips brushed against the ground unconsciously, and almost simultaneously, fragmented images flashed through my mind.

That tearful face, those wet lips...

A faint sob and pleas for mercy mingled with an uncontrollable cry.

Her voice was so soft it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, with a hoarseness from crying too much, and every trembling note at the end was like a little hook.

Yu Chen looked at the marks on his arm, his gaze deepening.

When he pushed her too far, her delicate hands pushed and scratched her.

Unfortunately, that little bit of force felt like a cat's claws scratching him.

Aside from leaving these few harmless red marks, it serves no other purpose.

On the contrary... the more she cried, the more she begged for mercy in a trembling voice, and the more panicked and helpless she looked at him.

The fire in his chest burned even brighter.

I couldn't help but want to swallow all her broken sobs.

He wanted to see her completely lose her composure and break down, only able to cling to him.

She had no idea that her appearance only made him want to bully her more, and he might even escalate his abuse.

"trouble."

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside the tent.

Yu Chen lifted the thin blanket, got up, picked up the water pouch, and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water.

The cold water down my throat calmed the restlessness that had been stirred up in my heart.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" Shadow Falcon's voice was very low.

"Go in." Yu Chen put down the water bag, his voice low and hoarse from just waking up.

The curtain was lifted, and Shadow Falcon strode in, his face grave and his eyes showing the exhaustion of not having slept all night.

He knelt down on one knee, about to speak, but his gaze unconsciously lifted slightly.

It landed on Yu Chen's arm, which he had just put down the water pouch but which was not yet completely covered by his sleeve.

Those ambiguous red marks stood out starkly in the morning light.

Shadow Falcon's pupils suddenly contracted, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

Almost instantly, he lowered his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the animal hide on the ground, and dared not look up again.

His throat tightened, and he thought to himself.

There was no one else in the tent last night, so where did these marks come from?

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