"Honey, do you miss me?"

Every night, there's a man in my dreams. He uses a captivating voice to manipulate me, even going so far as to call me his "wife" without shame.

Then, a pair of icy, emotionless hands came from behind me. They encircled my waist and held me in an embrace just as cold as theirs.

It plunged me into an icy abyss, chilling every cell in my body.

His rough, large hand slowly moved from my waist upward, gently caressing my cheek.

Even though it was freezing, a warm current flowed silently within me.

He kissed me on the face, slowly and suggestively, my body instinctively shivering.

"Be good and open your mouth." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

His tone was ambiguous to the extreme, and the air around him seemed to be filled with a mysterious current.

I remained silent, my eyes wide open as I stared into the pitch-black room, attempting to move my numb arms.

In my heart, I recalled—I've really brought back the wrong kind of person.

At this point, he said again, "Stop struggling, it's useless."

Let go of me and see if it works.

He stopped speaking, and I could feel his icy hand slowly creeping up my body, until it reached "that" place.

This was something he had never experienced before, I was so startled I almost jumped up, my eyes wide open.

I'm very scared, I've never been this afraid before.

Tears streamed down my face, falling onto the pillow beside me. In my heart, I cried out "No! Please, no!"

But he showed no sign of stopping, his breath heavy, with a hint of menace. "Don't be afraid," he said, "I won't hurt you. Come on, open up a little more."

He was seducing me while slowly reaching towards me with his icy fingers. This feels so scary.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew in from outside, lifting the thick curtains that had been covering the large window.

Moonlight streamed through the window, and finally, I could see his full form. He stood with an air of perfect nobility.

His eyes held a disdainful arrogance, alluring yet icy cold. Perhaps no one in the world could blend these two completely opposite traits so naturally.

This was the first time in days that I'd really seen him clearly. His face didn't look as pale as I'd imagined, and my heart suddenly beat faster at this moment.

Who exactly are you? Why can't I figure you out even though I've tried my best?

I asked him two questions in a row.

He arched an eyebrow, looking down at me with a condescending gaze. His thin lips parted slightly, "I said I'm your husband."

Then he withdrew his hand from mine, and I thought he was going to let me go.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly ripped open my clothes, exposing my skin to the air.

A powerful body followed, bowing its head to some brutal sucking.

The room hummed with a thick, sultry heat that reached its peak...

"Ah!!"

I let out a sharp cry, waking abruptly from my sleep. The sky outside was already bright with dawn.

I put on my own sleep, in perfect condition. Slipping into my slippers, I hurried to the bathroom and stood before the mirror. Unfastening my sleep's buttons.

When I saw the deep and shallow purple bruises, just like those from a few days ago, I slumped onto the ground dejectedly. Lately, every day there have been new kisses added to my body.

Maybe I should ask "**"*** for advice. *" *** is a very famous Feng Shui master from my hometown. Even though he moved to the city a few years ago to live with his parents, many people still come to him for consultations.

From the moment he appeared out of nowhere, I knew I couldn't defeat him. He was too powerful. I had to figure out how he came to be.

I need to figure him out before I can come up with a plan to catch him. I must beat him until his soul is scattered.

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