Eu sou um tolo, que más intenções poderia ter?

Xue Yuan awoke in a haze, his mind swimming, to find himself lying on an ornate, antique canopy bed. Gauzy curtains hung softly down, and seated upon the couch was a beauty in ancient dress.

She wore a sheer crimson silk gown, a pink bodice barely concealing her proud curves, her fragrant shoulders exposed and her slender waist captivating. Her long, pale legs gleamed enticingly under the candlelight.

Xue Yuan stared dazedly at the scene before him.

He remembered spending the previous night at a club, singing with friends while listening to a girl pour out her troubles: a drunken father, a gambling mother, a younger brother in school, and her own shattered heart. Sympathy had made him drink a little too much. Then, everything went black...

“How did I end up here all of a sudden?”

He was about to ask, when the woman turned her head, her delicate brows furrowing as she glanced his way.

“You’re awake? I thought you were dead,” she said coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. “Listen carefully, fool. I, your Princess Consort Chu Qiu’er, have just slept with you. Naked. Remember that.”

Xue Yuan’s confusion deepened.

“Princess... Consort?”

A sudden thought jolted him upright.

“Damn, could this be that immersive ancient drama experience Old Wang and the others talked about?”

He was indignant—how could a proper man like himself take part in something so tacky? He shot a critical glare at the beauty’s... legs.

Good legs.

The beauty scowled, “Stop staring. Any more and your head will catch fire. Just rememb