For money, I married a sleeping prince

To secure wealth, I married a man in a vegetable state. His breathtakingly handsome face made me dream of tender moments caring for him, imagining a love that transcends his condition. That night, his mother insisted I bathe him. Emboldened, I disrobed, thinking, why not bathe together?

But as my fingers brush through his sculpted abs, his body stirred, making me jump in terror. Strangely, the more I panicked, the more he reacted. Was this excitement or something far more shocking?