Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin-Chapter 72 - Do you want to see another mole

Chapter 72: Do you want to see another mole?

Chapter 72: Do you want to see another mole?

Wen Zhi suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in a dimly lit place.

The surrounding light was somewhat dim.

She looked down and saw herself dressed in a black dress, with a pair of black high heels with red soles on her feet.

Clang, clang,

a sound was coming from the end.

Due to the dim light, Wen Zhi couldn’t see clearly what was at the end.

She stepped in her high heels, avoiding the scattered debris on the ground, and walked step by step towards the end.

Tap, tap, tap, tap…

The sound of the high heels was particularly harsh in the empty corridor.

As she approached, Wen Zhi saw a carved door lying across in front of her.

She reached out to push the door open.

The light from the vent shone on her face.

It was dazzling; she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, the sound of moving chains next to her ears was especially harsh.

After a moment, Wen Zhi slowly removed her hand, and her field of view widened.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she was completely stunned!

A French bed was placed against the wall, with two chains secured at both ends of the bed, her gaze moved to the side, and there was a chair.

And at that moment, Shang Hexing was sitting on that chair.

He was wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up halfway, and pale blue veins were visible on the arms hanging behind him.

His black hair covered his face, low and dejected, and he sat motionless, appearing as though he was asleep.

Wen Zhi suddenly realized that ever since she had subconsciously accepted that she could dream about Shang Hexing, her dreams no longer appeared in a fixed manner. As long as she dared to think, her dreams could change into various scenes according to her thoughts.

Almost infinitely variable.

Moreover, the dreams seemed to reflect the dreamer’s inner self.

Years ago, when she first met Shang Hexing, a ridiculous idea had flashed through her mind. She still remembered that day; he wore a white shirt and stood tall on the podium, speaking while surrounded by important figures.

He looked so young yet his aura was calm, solemn, and authoritative, a single glance sufficed to inspire awe.

She sat with her father among the audience, in such a solemn occasion, yet a different idea crossed her mind…

“Shang Hexing?”

Wen Zhi, stepping in her high heels, walked step by step towards him.

Shang Hexing was hanging his head; he had heard her entering, deliberately keeping silent. Now, hearing her call him, he stayed silent for a long while before slowly lifting his head. His depressed demeanor didn’t show the slightest bit of disarray, still noble.

He bent his legs slightly, leaning back, the chains clanging as he looked at her for a long moment before saying,

“You’re here.”

Wen Zhi pretended to stabilize herself, but her tone became quite playful as she spoke, “Do you like the arrangement I made for you?”

Shang Hexing shook his head.

He even very calmly told her the reason he disliked it: “I think it would be better the other way around.”

Humph!

“Wishful thinking,” Wen Zhi raised her foot, her high heels stepping onto the middle of the chair.

Shang Hexing’s eyes deep with understanding.

At this moment, she was vastly different from her daytime demeanor, looking imperious like a haughty queen.

A moment later, Shang Hexing’s gaze fell on her fair ankle: “What do you want to do?”

Wen Zhi laughed overtly: “You should be calling me ‘Your Majesty’ now!”

Shang Hexing: “Your Majesty.”

Wen Zhi laughed.

The overconfident her hadn’t noticed that Shang Hexing’s hands behind him had already slipped free from their bindings. He went along with her antics, letting her frolic, his eyes hiding a smirk as if he controlled everything.

Wen Zhi looked at his neck and asked, “What should I do now?”

Shang Hexing: “You’ve always had the control.”

Wen Zhi, dissatisfied with his attitude, turned her face away: “Actually, there’s nothing impressive to see, I’m not interested.”

Shang Hexing asked her, “How do you know it’s not impressive if you haven’t seen it?”

Wen Zhi suddenly remembered the first night she dreamed about him, memories flooding back, some images in her mind becoming clear, she said, “Actually, I’ve seen it already, you have a red mole on your chest.”

Shang Hexing’s eyes signaled her: “There’s another mole here, do you want to see it?”

Wen Zhi: “…”

He caught her stunned reaction all the while, chuckling softly, “What, scared to look again?”

“There’s nothing to be scared of!” Wen Zhi, unable to withstand his provocation, used a riding crop to directly lift his clothes.

He was customarily well-maintained, his skin was slightly pale, and as her gaze moved downward, the well-defined sight struck her visually, undoubtedly a visual impact for Wen Zhi.

Her ears had turned red a moment ago, while she confidently proclaimed.

Shang Hexing silently moved his wrists behind him, deliberately asking her, “Why aren’t you looking anymore?”

Wen Zhi took a deep breath, pouted and said, “It’s just okay.”

Shang Hexing laughed: “Just okay? Then why are your ears still red?”

Wen Zhi: “…”

Having her thoughts seen through, she became somewhat exasperated, swinging the whip in front of him, fiercely asking, “For the first lash, you can choose where it lands.”

Shang Hexing lifted his neck: “Let me choose?”

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“Yeah, aren’t I nice?” she nodded, a mischievous smile on her face.