Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin-Chapter 63 - Go crazy with her

Chapter 63: Go crazy with her

Chapter 63: Go crazy with her

Shang Hexing gazed at her intently, asking, “Can you overcome it?”

“I can’t,” she said confidently. “But you teach me, and I will learn well, I’m a quick learner.”

Shang Hexing suddenly laughed. Wen Zhi asked him what was so funny, and he responded, “I don’t deny your learning ability, but when it comes to swimming, it isn’t related to your learning skills.”

Wen Zhi puffed up her cheeks in annoyance, “Don’t underestimate me.”

“I’m not underestimating you.” He reached out, tenderly pushing her wet hair behind her ear, “Since you are willing to entrust your life to me, I won’t say anything more. I’ll do as you wish.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

Right after the sound “mm” fell, Wen Zhi plunged into the swimming pool.

With a splash, water flew in all directions.

The look on Shang Hexing’s face turned grim instantly as he muttered under his breath, “Crazy.”

He then dove into the pool, causing an even larger splash.

Shang Hexing lifted Wen Zhi, who was sinking into the water. This time she wasn’t panicking and, upon being lifted, clung to him like an octopus: “You’re just as crazy coming down here with me.”

She had heard him say “Crazy” before.

Shang Hexing held up her hips to keep her from slipping back into the water, “Are you happy I joined you in your madness?”

“I am.” She was even happier than she could say.

Shang Hexing asked her, “Where should we start from?”

Wen Zhi blinked, “Aren’t you teaching me swimming? Why are you asking me?”

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Shang Hexing chuckled softly, his breath hot on her ear, “There are two meanings in that question, did you catch them?”

Wen Zhi’s expression looked confused, “What?”

She was inexperienced in this area, so she was slow to understand the meaning of that statement.

By the time her thoughts managed to grasp it, her body had too.

…

The sky seemed to have darkened too.

The night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was dazzling.

In her dream, scenes blended real with surreal endlessly, Wen Zhi had forgotten when she had put on the bathrobe. Shang Hexing stood behind her, holding her, smelling the scent in her hair, his breath warm on the nape of her neck. She shivered slightly but didn’t stop him.

When she spoke, her voice was a bit hoarse, she turned around, raising her arm to hook around his neck, “By the way, I’m saying goodbye to you for now.”

In reality, she wouldn’t say goodbye to Shang Hexing.

But she could in her dream.

So what’s said in a dream counts as said in reality.

“Why say goodbye?” Shang Hexing asked her.

Wen Zhi told him truthfully, “I plan to spend some time in seclusion at a temple.”

As for the reason, she said it too, “To avoid you.”

Shang Hexing raised an eyebrow, “Avoid me?”

“Mm.”

Wen Zhi told him everything, “I want to keep a distance from you, to stay away from you. You’re too dangerous. Moreover, I have more important things to attend to, cannot linger on romantic feelings.”

After listening to her, Shang Hexing asked, “Where am I dangerous?”

Wen Zhi poked his firm chest, “They’re all afraid of you.”

“They might be afraid of me, but you’re not them,” Shang Hexing grabbed her poking hand, stopping her from causally igniting fires.

Wen Zhi tried to pull her hand back but couldn’t, “Who says I’m not afraid? I’m also frightened of you.”

Shang Hexing stroked her soft and delicate fingers, “I hadn’t noticed, you seem quite bold.”

Wen Zhi frowned and clicked her tongue, “You resemble him more than he himself.”

A chuckle escaped from Shang Hexing, “Aren’t I myself?”

This laugh nearly melted Wen Zhi’s resolve.

His allure was overwhelming, from head to toe, hair strands included, making Wen Zhi utterly fascinated with him in her dreams.

Partially regaining consciousness, she sternly said, “You only exist in my dreams; you are not him.”

Shang Hexing wasn’t upset and continued to ask her, “If I’m not him, am I a stand-in?”

“Not that either…” Wen Zhi stuttered, pondering for a while before saying, “You are the same person, but I don’t want to interact with you in reality. Here, it’s okay, I’m even willing to tell you all my thoughts about you.”

Shang Hexing skillfully coaxed, “What thoughts?”

Wen Zhi grinned, her smile bright and cheerful, “I crave your body.”

Her blunt words stirred every chord in Shang Hexing’s heart.

His gaze deepened, his possessiveness seeming to shift in flavor, aware of his feelings, he chose to comply.

So he asked that question, “Then, do you like me?”

Wen Zhi’s breathing halted, her heartbeat sharply accelerated in the brief moment he posed the question.

It must be liking, right?

Otherwise, why would she let him appear in her dreams repeatedly and let him bully her there?

Yet, she didn’t tell him the answer, instead, responding with a pressed silence.

At that moment, Shang Hexing picked her up and walked inside.

The feeling of being lifted made Wen Zhi cling tightly to him, “Where are we going?”

He said, “Drink some wine.”

Wen Zhi looked baffled, “Drink wine?”

Soon, Wen Zhi realized that the drinking he mentioned was not ordinary drinking.

The wine was poured over her body.

It was madness.

The dream lasted a very long time, until she was between sleep and wakefulness, when she heard the man ask her, “How long are you going?”

Wen Zhi, exhausted, replied, “Half a month…”

“Half a month is enough,” he said.

“Enough for what?”

No voice answered her, and all returned to silence.

The next day, Wen Zhi woke up with a sore back and aching waist, her face crinkled as she gasped a few times and eventually supported her waist to go to the washroom to freshen up.

This dream was too realistic!

And it was just an experience in a dream!

Wen Zhi could hardly imagine, if everything from the dream happened in reality, with his torment, she probably would lose half her life…

Just the thought made her body shiver.

After breakfast, Wen Zhi went to see Wanyin and told her about wanting to stay in a temple for a while.

Wanyin sympathized with her, “Zhizhi, it’s been a year, you should let go when it’s time to let go, people need to learn to move forward.”

Wen Zhi nodded, “I know.”

Then she fell silent.

Wanyin gave up, “Suit yourself, go if you want, just let me know when you want to come back, I’ll send a car to pick you up. As long as I’m in the Shang family for one day, I can make sure the doors are always open for you.”

Wen Zhi said, “Madam, you are truly kind.”

Wanyin looked at her with a compassionate gaze, “Seeing you reminds me of your mother; taking good care of you would let her rest peacefully.”

Wen Zhi lowered her eyes, concealing her emotions, wondering in her heart if she really could rest peacefully.

Before noon, Wen Zhi packed up her luggage, Wanyin sent a car to take her to the airport where she was to meet Meng Fan.

On the plane, Wen Zhi prepared to catch up on some sleep.

The continuous chatter of Meng Fan initially went unnoticed by her until he mentioned—

“I heard my dad say that Uncle seems to be going on a business trip for half a month. I thought he was going to be reassigned so soon, but my dad said that’s not it, though he’s not sure of the specifics.”