Nanxi is not pleased

Wen Zhi had a treasure, which allowed her to enter other people's dreams.
Therefore, on her first day residing at the Shang family residence, she decided to explore Lady Shang's dreams first, to curry favor with her by pandering to her preferences...
But an accidental bug occurred, and the person who ended up sharing Wen Zhi's dream was the person in charge of the Shang family, and her best friend's cousin, Shang Hexing!
To figure out whether it was her own dream or a shared one, Wen Zhi discreetly told her best friend, "Your cousin has a red mole on his chest."
Her best friend, horrified, warned her, "My cousin is an unattainable flower, cold-hearted and solely focused on his career. There's no future between you two."
Wen Zhi was relieved. This must be her own dream.
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Recently, Shang Hexing had been troubled by frequent dreams at night.
In those dreams, the same woman always appeared, with a delicate and soft body and a sweet, mellow voice that completely mesmerized him.
It wasn't until he noticed that the young girl his mother had taken in was recently looking at him with panicked eyes...

Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Like when Shang Hexing had helped her up just now, she muttered, "Strange, what's wrong with me..."


Wen Zhi shook her head, alleviating the dizzy spell slightly for five or six seconds. The next wave of dizziness came on even more fiercely and was unstoppable.


Wen Zhi's form wavered a bit, and just as she steadied herself, she realized something was amiss and was about to call Shang Hexing's name—


Just as she was about to speak, an arm suddenly supported her from behind.


From this angle, Wen Zhi didn't think it was Shang Hexing.


Once she stood firm, before turning to look, she heard a long-missed voice.


Wen Zhi slowly turned around, and the long-missed face appeared before her.


After a brief exchange of gazes, Wen Zhi spoke first, "It's you."


The man opposite her wore a black and gray patchwork jacket, presumably the Martin boots were for easy movement, and he also held a black umbrella in his hand.


Perfect