Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi’s ears filled with his disordered breathing, her heartbeat continuously accelerated, leaving her a bit dizzy and without any resistance.

Under the darkened vision, her senses were amplified, his dry fingertips roamed on her lower back, "Wen Zhi, answer me."

"Shang Hexing, I..." she murmured softly.

He sensed her hesitation and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you thinking about how to reject me?"

Wen Zhi’s hand pressed against his chest, her breath uneven and ragged, "Just now... I only wanted to invite you in to sit for a while, nothing else..."

Her words were cut off midway as Shang Hexing’s chin rested in the nape of her neck, interrupting her, "That ’sit’?"

Wen Zhi’s face grew hot, so did her heart, "You obviously know."

He chuckled softly, "If you could be a little more explicit, then I would know."

Wen Zhi didn’t answer, only biting her lip.

His breath trailed up her nape, kissing behind her ear, Wen Zhi dodged a little, her voice unbearably delicate.

Shang Hexing buried his face behind her ear and remained still, just silently holding her, not making a next move.

Wen Zhi reached out for the switch, wanting to turn on the light; the darkness made her feel very insecure.

But after fumbling for a while, she couldn’t find the switch, until Shang Hexing reminded her, "Wen Zhi, the switch isn’t on this side."

"..."

"I’ll do it."

With that, he finally moved away slightly, the warmth dissipating as he stepped back.

Wen Zhi knew he was about to turn on the light, and her hands hanging at her sides clenched and then relaxed, repeating twice; then, suddenly mustering courage, she pulled him back, "Shang Hexing!"

The curtains were not drawn, not a single light was on inside, and darkness filled the room.

Under the dim sight, Shang Hexing had no idea what Wen Zhi was preparing to do. Feeling his hand taken by hers, hearing her call, and... the disordered beats of her heart, he thought something had frightened her.

He turned back to comfort her, but instead, she pinned one of his hands.

He raised an eyebrow, chuckled in a low voice, asking her, "What are you doing?"

Without uttering a word, Wen Zhi’s other hand reached up to climb around his neck, and then she leaned back to kiss him.

The first time, Wen Zhi missed the mark, kissing Shang Hexing on the chin.

She was anxious and embarrassed.

But she didn’t know that even without hitting the right spot, this initiative act was a fatal temptation to Shang Hexing.

The slight swallowing of his Adam’s apple, the breath he had just steadied, was almost instantaneously disrupted.

"Wen Zhi..." he raised his hand to caress her cheek, his voice husky, "Are you sure?"

Are you sure?

Even if there were no good outcomes, did she still want to be with him?

Wen Zhi also didn’t know why she had suddenly become so timid, cowardly, and dared not face her own heart, always avoiding everything.

She liked him, really liked him, the kind of liking where she wanted to be with him forever, but she just didn’t dare to respond to him.

She thought, it was enough to keep this liking buried deep inside her heart.

But his heart was too fervent; no matter how she tried to ice herself over, she would be melted by him.

She thought, no matter what the future held, at least in this moment, she would not regret it.

Shang Hexing did not receive her response for a long time, thinking she had regrets, his hand slowly lowered, "I won’t turn on the light, you should rest early. We’ll head back to Bai City in the morning."

Not turning on the light at this time was a sign of respect for her.

And then, suddenly, the air was pierced by a ’snap’.

This sound was all too familiar to Shang Hexing, as it was the sound of a fingernail tapping against a belt buckle, very subtle, not very crisp, yet exceptionally clear to the ear in the darkness where senses were amplified.

It was his belt buckle.

But the fingernail making contact was not his.

"Shang..." Wen Zhi was nervously dead, his name wasn’t fully called out before she was swept up in Shang Hexing’s arms and carried inwards.

Wen Zhi was frightened, "Be careful."

The hoarse voice of Shang Hexing contained a pleased chuckle, "This direction can’t be wrong."

The large bed dipped heavily; the scent of cold pine filled Wen Zhi’s nostrils, more intense than ever before.

Meanwhile, Wen Zhi heard the sound of a drawer being pulled open, Shang Hexing got up and took something that seemed to be packaged, he unwrapped it.

...

A few minutes past six in the morning, the door was knocked upon.

In her deep sleep, Wen Zhi heard the knocking, her delicate eyebrows lightly knitted, Shang Hexing’s hand loosely draped over her shoulder as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. Then he got up, donning a shirt to answer the door.

Chen Jinhai was standing outside the door.

He had gotten up very early that day, his eyes full of red blood vessels. As he waited for the door to open, he yawned, so sleepy that tears came out.

He raised his hand to wipe away the physiological tears.

At that moment, the door opened.

Shang Hexing stood inside, buttoning up his shirt with one hand.

"Mr. Shang, here’s the medicine you asked me to buy," Chen Jinhai immediately handed over two bags, one large and one small: "And in this other bag are your clothes."

Shang Hexing glanced at Chen Jinhai, looking lethargic and worn out.

He took the bags from Chen Jinhai’s hands and said, "Thank you for the trouble, also reschedule my flight for two in the afternoon."

Chen Jinhai didn’t dare to ask more, nodding in agreement, "Alright."

After agreeing, Chen Jinhai lifted his eyes and caught sight of the glaring scratch marks on Shang Hexing’s neck.

Such fresh scratch marks!

As the door closed, Chen Jinhai’s originally fatigued expression instantly became spirited.

As a man himself, Chen Jinhai naturally understood what had happened last night. The medicine Mr. Shang asked him to buy was not for applying to the scratches on the neck, but for reducing swelling—a topical medication!

It seemed that Mr. Shang’s trip to Harbor City had been fruitful.

But concerning Old Master Han...

Chen Jinhai quickly dismissed his worries. These matters were not for him to be concerned about; Mr. Shang must have a plan.

Inside the room.

Shang Hexing placed the bag containing his clothes to one side, then went to the bathroom, opened the medicine box, and carefully read the instructions for use.

Done reading.

A few minutes later, Wen Zhi was also woken up.

...

Today’s weather in Harbor City was very good. By the time Wen Zhi woke up again, it was already nine thirty in the morning.

She instinctively turned over to look at the side of the bed, but Shang Hexing wasn’t there.

Had he already left?

Wen Zhi sat up with difficulty as the blanket slid off her smooth shoulders, and she quickly gathered it, covering her chest.

The usually snow-white shoulders were marked with a light reddish trace, not particularly conspicuous, because the more conspicuous ones were beneath the blanket.

Soft voices of conversation floated in from the direction of the terrace, and looking toward the sound, Wen Zhi saw a tall silhouette standing beyond the white curtain.

It was Shang Hexing he hadn’t left and was on the phone outside.

Listening to his voice, images of last night flooded Wen Zhi’s mind, him holding her, drenched in sweat...

Wen Zhi’s cheeks heated up, and she raised her hand to cover her face, then quickly grabbed the clothes at the foot of the bed and got dressed.

The moment she stood up, an intense discomfort in a certain area caused Wen Zhi to furrow her brows tightly. She lost her balance and suddenly fell to the carpet.

A ’thud’ resonance.

"Hiss..."

On the terrace, Shang Hexing, who was on a call, heard the noise inside and quickly ended the phone call to come in.

Seeing Wen Zhi in disheveled clothes sitting on the carpet, his eyes darkened, and he strode over, bending down to lift her into his arms.

Wen Zhi wrapped her arms around his neck, hearing his voice: "Why did you get up, lay down and sleep some more."

Wen Zhi’s voice was hoarse when she spoke, "I’ve woken up, I don’t want to lie down."

Shang Hexing turned to look at her, "It’s my fault."

Wen Zhi’s face turned redder, trying to change the subject, she asked, "Did I miss the flight by waking up so late?"

"It’s already been changed to the two o’clock flight." As he put her on the bed and straightened her clothes, his fingertips brushed against the softness of her body, and he swallowed slightly.

Wen Zhi avoided his hands, "I can do it myself."

Shang Hexing’s breathing grew heavier for a moment, then he withdrew his hand and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

The already somewhat flushed atmosphere, with his question, made Wen Zhi thoroughly uncomfortable. She sidestepped the topic, "I’m hungry."

Shang Hexing chuckled, picking up a phone nearby, "I’ll have Chen Jinhai bring breakfast now."

Wen Zhi nodded, "Okay."

Shang Hexing then made a call to Chen Jinhai.

After briefly instructing and hanging up, he tossed the phone aside and took an ointment from the bedside table.

At first, Wen Zhi didn’t realize what Shang Hexing was holding in his hand, until he brought it closer. Seeing the words on it, her mind flashed back to what she had experienced three hours ago...