My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 223

Oran watched her ded in panic is fierce glist flickering in his fiery eyes.

Someday he would pin her down just like he had moments ago, and

“Bang

At Room 3002. Xanthen burst into the room and slammed the door shut

Her eyes were wide, legs shaking, her heated body slid down the cold door until she sat on the floor, her hands slowly reaching up to touch her burning cheeks. Why was she so hot? It felt like she was about to evaporate. Her heart was racing, and her breaths were erratic, the intense throbbing causing her chest to rise and fall with each breath.

What was happening to her? She had never felt this way before. Her mind and vision were filled with Orion’s image, impossible to shake off. Could she be falling for Orion?

“Ahhhh!”

“No, no, nor

“It’s just too deep into the role, too deep into the role, it must be!”

not me, Phoenix, not

cold shower will cool me down!”

to the bathroom and turned on

the Northern suburbs, Realm of Illusions

a single

hands and feet were tied to a crucifix. She heard heavy footsteps approaching.

raised her gaze, and upon seeing the actor opposite

observed Xanthea’s reactions meticulously,

thigh in excitement but restrained himself to not

incredibly emotional and delicate today, especially the struggle to remain cold, the pain of being merciless,

had thought that Xanthea, with no emotional experience and limited acting skills, given such short notice, would struggle to perform. Yet, overnight, her performance had improved exponentially!

countless NGS yesterday was

“Cut!”

stood up

in amazement, “Your performance today

“Really?”

“Phoenix, come here!”