Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Chapter 73: Slap her!

Chapter 73: Slap her!

Having said that, Wen Zhi tugged on the whip again, producing two crisp, snapping sounds, purposely frightening him, “This whip, don’t be fooled by its size, it surely hurts a lot when it lashes someone.”

Shang Hexing nodded, “Indeed.”

“Scared now?” she asked.

“A little,” he said earnestly.

Wen Zhi couldn’t really tell he was scared; she guessed even if Mount Tai were collapsing in front of him, his expression would remain unchanged.

She swung the small whip, her gaze moving downward, fixing on a certain spot.

“Let’s go with this spot then,” a mischievous smile curled up on her lips.

Shang Hexing was completely unflustered, very calmly he spoke, “You better think this through.”

Wen Zhi retorted, “Why should I be the one thinking it through?” She kindly reminded him, “Right now, you’re the one in a passive position.”

But Shang Hexing said, “Aren’t you the one using it?”

The moment Wen Zhi heard this, she blushed, pursed her lips tightly, and with puffed cheeks, she said deliberately, “I won’t use it!”

Having said that, she swung her whip down.

With a ‘snap’.

It was crisp, very loud.

Shang Hexing didn’t even blink, because Wen Zhi had hit the wall behind him, she meant to scare him; yet his utterly fearless demeanor somewhat annoyed Wen Zhi, “Aren’t you afraid at all?”

Shang Hexing, still looking up, closed his eyes, “As long as you’re happy.”

Wen Zhi: “Can I whip now?”

“Mm.”

“I’m really going to whip now.”

“Mm.”

“I’m really, really going to do it!” she already raised the whip.

Shang Hexing didn’t even lift his eyelids, “Mm.”

With a ‘snap’—

This time Shang Hexing frowned slightly because Wen Zhi had truly whipped him, and she landed the whip on his arm.

It wasn’t heavy, but it definitely hurt a bit.

However, Shang Hexing showed no reaction, which actually startled Wen Zhi herself; she dropped the whip, grabbed his arm, and asked, “Does it hurt?”

Shang Hexing slowly opened his eyes, genuine concern was evident on her face.

He chuckled softly, “Such a faint heart?”

“I have never whipped someone before,” she confessed.

Even in her dreams, she couldn’t let go, feeling like she was committing a crime.

“So, do you continue whipping now?” he asked her.

Wen Zhi, no longer in the mood, casually threw away the whip, sat down, and shook her head, “No more, no more.”

“If you don’t whip, then it’s my turn,” he said.

Having said this, Shang Hexing naturally raised his hand.

Wen Zhi was initially startled, not reacting yet, before Shang Hexing pressed her down to sit and had her sit on his lap. Subsequently, she watched as Shang Hexing calmly pulled out his belt and tied her hands together.

Wen Zhi was bewildered.

His hands were bound, weren’t they? How did he suddenly regain his freedom? And what was he doing tying her hands…

“Ah—!” Realizing only afterward, Wen Zhi screamed.

Shang Hexing pinched both sides of her cheeks, “You screamed prematurely.”

Wen Zhi: “…”

Then he threw her onto the iron bed.

The iron bed was very sturdy, hardly rocking, Wen Zhi’s body rolled on the bed, and when she struggled to sit up, she saw—the whip she had thrown away was now in Shang Hexing’s hands!

Wen Zhi’s vision dimmed.

She was going to die.

Why had she gone soft just now!!

She didn’t whip him, and now he was going to whip her!!!

Shang Hexing’s chains around his ankles were still there, he walked step by step towards the bed, the chains clanking, making Wen Zhi’s heart tremble.

His shirt was open, his back slightly arched, his hair disheveled, the arm holding the whip showing bulging veins, exuding a wild, vigorous aura.

Now, he stood beside the bed, a hint of a smile lurking in his eyes, looking down at her from high above, “My queen, is it fun?”

Wen Zhi was full of spirit, “Of course it’s fun.”

Shang Hexing asked her, “Do you want to continue playing?”

“What, how do we play?” she felt a bit uneasy inside.

Shang Hexing returned her words to her, “The first whip, you can choose where it lands.”

Wen Zhi: “…”

Shang Hexing leaned in slightly, his knowing dark eyes swept over her body inch by inch, from bottom to top, eventually resting on her panic-stricken face, “Have you chosen yet?”

Wen Zhi’s expression looked almost tearful, “… I can’t think of any to choose.”

Shang Hexing shook his head, “That won’t do.”

“Brother…I was wrong.” She admitted her mistake immediately, without a hint of temper.

If you can’t beat them, join them, but seeing the way he was, it was clear he refused to let her join, so better to admit defeat, as there’d still be chances while alive.

Good, Shang Hexing was quite fond of her act, and his whip eased a bit, no longer intimidating her, but he said, “Say it again.”

“Brother~”

“Say it again.”

“Brother, good brother, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong.”

He who knows the times is a wise man, and this was perfectly exemplified in Wen Zhi.

Shang Hexing laughed, teasing her was always interesting; she always brought him many surprises beyond his expectations.

However, he had no intention of just letting her off that easily.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Wen Zhi asked timidly, “Turn around for what?”

Shang Hexing said, “Lie down.”

Wen Zhi moved her hands, asking pitifully, “Can you untie this first?”

Her wrists ached terribly and were visibly reddening; any longer and they would start to peel.

Then Shang Hexing said, “What goes around comes around, you first need to unlock the chain on my foot.”

Wen Zhi sighed helplessly, “I can’t unlock it.”

The dream had such settings, and she had no key.

Shang Hexing then said, “Then stay tied.”

“…”

In the end, Wen Zhi obediently turned over, and Shang Hexing raised his whip. Wen Zhi caught a glimpse of it, and she started howling miserably before the whip even fell.

When the final whip fell, Wen Zhi’s reactions calmed down.

He had struck the bed!

She turned her head and smirked, “Your technique is really poor, you hit off target.”

Shang Hexing looked at her, his expression somewhere between a smile and not, “It seems you are disappointed.”

“Not at all!” she quickly denied.

Shang Hexing reminded her, “I have many chances to miss, but you only have one chance to boast.”

Wen Zhi: “…”

…

The situation thereafter turned very crazy.

With her last bit of strength, Wen Zhi said, “Next time I’ll lock you in a cage.”

Shang Hexing bumped into her, “Oh, is it a competition who can be crazier?”

“Shang Hexing, you just wait.”

“Who are you threatening?”

“Wrong, wrong, boo hoo hoo…”

The dream was especially long.

Until Wen Zhi was woken up by her alarm clock.

When she saw the time, it was five in the morning, time to go to the Buddha Hall and join the monks for morning prayers.

Wen Zhi rubbed her cheeks and washed her face with cold water to barely wake up, recalling last night’s events left her face hot, and her heart too.

Indeed, her dreams were getting crazier inside the temple.

“Amitabha, cleanse the mind, with no desires one is invincible.”

“Amitabha, cleanse the mind, with no desires one is invincible.”

Wen Zhi clasped her hands together and recited this twice before leaving.

As she opened the door, coincidentally, the Dormitory House across also opened its door.

Like this, she and Shang Hexing, who left at the same time, unexpectedly met.

After a brief eye contact, Wen Zhi immediately shut her door, then leaned against it taking deep breaths, “I’m doomed, last night I thrashed him in my dream.”

How could she face him in front of Buddha during the day!