Liang Anya turned around and walked into the room: "Alright. Close the curtains and come inside."

The calm tone, not sure if it was because of the deep night, felt somewhat desolate.

Beth quickly pulled the curtains and entered the room.

Turning off the lights, Beth quietly left.

Liang Anya pulled up the quilt, as usual, covering half her face, closed her eyes, but couldn’t fall asleep.

One sheep.

Two sheep.

Three sheep.

Sheep everywhere, yet still wide awake.

...

After tossing and turning for a long time, she suddenly sat up, flung the quilt off her body and balled it up, throwing it to the ground.

She finally realized why she couldn’t sleep!

The quilt had been used by him the first night he came to stay, carrying his scent.

The thought of him lying beside her, holding her sleeping for a night, made her utterly uncomfortable!

Then she lay down again, curled up, and closed her eyes.

Is there a problem with him having another woman over for the night?

It’s normal.

This is the man she knows.

She bit her lower lip until it almost turned white, continuing to count sheep.

Never had she wanted to fall asleep quickly like today.

Yet today’s night was the longest she’s ever experienced.

...

Top floor of the castle, master bedroom.

With the help of the fragrance, after a few glasses of red wine, Kasey was already sitting beside Si Yuheng.

...

In the past, Si Yuheng would never hide or constrain himself.

But at this moment, he couldn’t lift his spirits.

Until he frowned, finally made up his mind, standing tall ready to go up—

That made-up face, for a moment, seemed to become another face.

Her charming blue eyes turned into stubborn black pupils, light brown hair also turned into dark curly long hair!

Damn! Was it from too much wine? Si Yuheng cursed under his breath.

What the hell!

Did that woman cast a spell on him?

"Damn!" He took a few breaths, stood firm by the bedside.

Kasey propped herself up: "Hall Master, what’s wrong?"

Si Yuheng said nothing, carrying full-bodied anger, turned around and walked out of the bedroom with a sullen face.

"Hall Master... Hall Master!" Kasey called several times, getting no response, dared not ask more, and could only watch his back disappear from the room.

...

In the castle corridor, Si Yuheng finished a cigar fiercely, preparing to return to his room.

Walking along, he felt something was amiss.

He had reached the second floor.

A dozen steps ahead was her bedroom.

Damn it, is this some ghost trick?

He clearly wanted to return to his room, how did he end up here!

Yes...

Spell... Yes!

Aren’t Asian people very skilled in spells?! Definitely! That woman must have cast a spell on him!

No way, he must make that woman give the antidote!

He pushed open the unlocked door, strode inside.

Beth slept in the maid’s room outside her bedroom, this time already deeply asleep, completely unaware of the man’s arrival.

The thick carpet muted his footsteps as he walked to the innermost bedroom.

A slender and delicate silhouette stood with her back to him, wearing a thin nightgown, without even a coat, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the terrace outside.

He frowned, it was already early morning, and this woman hasn’t slept yet? What is she doing, admiring the night view at such a late hour?

"Liang Anya!" he called her lightly.

The beautiful silhouette did not move, still had her back to him, ignoring his arrival.

He was sure his voice was loud enough, she must have heard it.

Locked up for so many days, unrepentant, still treats him like air?!

He intensified his tone: "Liang Anya, come here!"

The silhouette still stubborn like a calf, wouldn’t budge, simply quietly faced the window.

Finally unable to bear it, he took a few long steps over, reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her around.

Unexpectedly, she was like a lightweight inflatable doll, following his force, turned around without resistance, her body wobbled due to unsteady balance, before standing still and quietly looked ahead.

Though her eyes were open, her gaze was diffused, pupils lifeless.

Si Yuheng understood, frowning, this woman was sleepwalking!

He wasn’t seeing her sleepwalk for the first time; when he first abducted her to his villa in China, she was sleepwalking.

Seems like she’s having an episode again.

Sleepwalking is due to significant mental stress.

During that period, she was very frightened.

Now? Isn’t she quite happy!

Under his nose, she seemed like a walking shell without a soul, moving forward, then starting to circle around the room.

He squinted as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching her wander around the room like an ownerless ghost.

Finally, tired of walking, she returned to the bedside, felt the bed and sat beside him, seemingly wanting to sleep.

He clenched his jaw: "Do you think you can just sleep?"

Cold, icy when awake, tense and harsh, even sleepwalking still had this dismissive attitude?!

Outrageous!

Of course, she didn’t answer him, her slightly curled hair cascaded down her chest, eyelashes gently drooped, hands tightly curled, placed on her knees.

"You brought this on yourself...."

His scorching gaze deepened as he embraced her.

...

The next day, when Liang Anya woke up, it was already close to noon.