Ye Sihan simply wouldn't let her off the hook; he took perverse pleasure in tormenting Xing Ling, watching her blush, listening to her cry.
It wasn't until the wee hours that he finally let her go, a muddy mess.
He carried her to bathe, and then placed her clean and dry on the bed.
Coming out of the bathroom, Xing Ling's mouth wouldn't fully close, her lips frighteningly swollen.
She had been thoroughly played with, all over.
Two days later, Xing Ling went to the film set.
Ye Sihan's overbearing words still lingered in her phone's text messages: Don't kiss male actors, don't smile at men, don't talk to anyone for more than three sentences.
The last one: Don't take off the ring.
Xing Ling used to think her brothers were already too much.
It turned out her husband was even more extreme!
The ring couldn't be removed and had to be captured on camera.
But the director said it was fine, just pretend it was an engagement ring given by the male lead.