Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin
Chapter 110 - 110 Fatal Attraction

Chapter 110: Fatal Attraction Chapter 110: Fatal Attraction Wen Zhi looped her arms around Shang Hexing’s neck, her face blooming with a bright and brilliant smile as she said without hesitation, “Of course I love you~”

As her words fell, Shang Hexing’s gaze grew even hotter than before, his breathing rougher.

His fervent eyes meticulously traced her face, inch by inch, and just one look from him made Wen Zhi’s heart flutter.

She twisted uncomfortably, calling out to him with a tremble in her voice, “Shang Hexing?”

“Mhm,” he responded to her.

Wen Zhi really liked the sound of his response, even though it was hoarse and barely resembling his usual voice.

She called out his name several more times, and he answered her each time, every syllable landing right on the tip of her heart.

Gathering strength in her neck, Wen Zhi arched upward to kiss his cheek, sweetly and shyly she asked him, “Do you love me then?”

At that moment, she seemed to hear his heart pounding, robust and powerful, a lethal attraction swirling between them.

He answered with a kiss.

His voice fell upon her ear, “Do you remember what I said just now?”

“What did you say?” She had completely forgotten, her mind filled with nothing but him.

He had no choice but to remind her, “Didn’t I say I wouldn’t let you stay for free tonight?”

Wen Zhi said with an unsteady voice, “Then I will do manual labor to repay you.”

“Manual labor in exchange for cover the cost is also a fine way,” he said as he lifted her up.

…

In the latter part of the night, Wen Zhi heard the wild wind howling outside, the wooden door being relentlessly shaken by the gusts, emitting a grating screech. Deep into the night, the wind grew even stronger, making the whole wooden house seem to vibrate, without pausing for a long time.

The last thing Wen Zhi thought of before everything quieted down was—!

Until the storm suddenly stopped.

Before she knew it, the sky was clear and bright.

The moment Wen Zhi opened her eyes she thought she had awakened, but when she got up and looked around, she realized the surroundings were still bare and desolate.

It was the same dilapidated wooden cabin.

She touched her forehead and then proceeded to get dressed, only then did she notice

——!!

After putting on her clothes, she bent down to investigate and found that one of the bed’s legs had broken off; there was a stone underneath propping it up, presumably placed by Shang Hexing.

Thinking about it made Wen Zhi’s face turn hot, and she walked out with exceedingly unnatural steps.

Last night she had stumbled in hastily, with no time to take in the scene outside the cabin. Now, pushing the door open, she saw the yard was overrun with weeds, desolately unkempt.

‘Chichi chichi chichi, chichi chichi chichi…’

The sound of sawing wood came from the other side of the yard.

Following the sound, Wen Zhi saw Shang Hexing’s back. He was wearing the vest from last night, with a towel draped over his shoulders, currently bent over sawing wood.

Wen Zhi stepped down from the porch and ran over to him, “What are you doing with that?”

The weather was hot and Shang Hexing had been busy for a while, his body covered with a thin layer of sweat, his muscles flexing with each movement.

He heard her behind him and put down the saw to turn around, “Awake? Did you sleep well last night?”

His voice was much more melodious, while hers was somewhat raspy.

Wen Zhi’s face was very red, not just starting now, but from the moment she awoke and discovered the broken leg of the bed, she had been blushing. She ummed hesitantly at first, then turned the question on him, “And how about you, did you sleep well last night?”

Images of her initiative the previous night flashed in Shang Hexing’s mind, a smile on his lips, “It was fantastic.”

Wen Zhi coughed on her own saliva.

Shang Hexing also said, “You’ve given me many surprises.”

Wen Zhi choked on her own saliva again, “Cough, cough…”

Knowing she was shy, Shang Hexing didn’t continue, wiping the thin sweat from his forehead with a towel. He picked up the saw and said, “I’ve cooked porridge, it’s being kept warm in the pot, just make do with that for now. I’m going hunting today.”

Wen Zhi hummed in acknowledgment.

Seeing him busy at work again, she approached and asked, “What are you making this for?”

Shang Hexing replied, “Fixing the bed leg.”

Wen Zhi: ?

Not hearing her voice, Shang Hexing asked, “Didn’t you notice the bed was very shaky when you got up?”

Of course, she had noticed!

Shang Hexing continued, “One of the bed legs is broken. I’m making a replacement for it. I plan to replace all four legs to prevent another one from breaking by morning, to stave off future…” but he stopped short.

Before he could finish, Wen Zhi covered his mouth: “Alright, I understand. You do it, making it sturdier is better.”

Shang Hexing chuckled softly, “There are only the two of us here.”

Even with just two people she was embarrassed, okay!

Wen Zhi hurriedly turned and went back to the room to drink the porridge.

In a blink of an eye, the bed leg was fixed, and Shang Hexing left to hunt. Not long after, he caught a rabbit and deliberately made some noise in the yard to let Wen Zhi know he was back.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, holding up the rabbit in his hand to show her.

When he looked up, Shang Hexing was taken aback for a moment.

He saw Wen Zhi walking toward him, hand on her belly, which was evidently four or five months pregnant—an obvious baby bump.

“Shang Hexing, I’m pregnant,” Wen Zhi said as she walked over to him with her belly proudly on display.

Shang Hexing’s gaze fell on her protruding belly. His eyes deepened for a moment, and he freed a hand to gently touch her stomach.

Seeing him so careful, Wen Zhi pressed his palm more firmly against her bulging belly: “How is it? Can you feel it?”

Shang Hexing lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her stomach for a long time without moving, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Noticing his lack of response, Wen Zhi leaned in closer and asked him, “Shang Hexing, I’m pregnant. Are you happy?”

Shang Hexing nodded slightly.

Wen Zhi felt his response was too subdued: “So you don’t like children, huh? Then let it disappear.”

She touched her pregnant belly, preparing to silently wish it away when the man suddenly pulled her into his embrace, softly calling her, “Zhizhi.”

Wen Zhi’s face was nestled in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, silently enveloped by the sense of security he provided.

—She understood what was in his heart now.

The rabbit he had brought back wasn’t killed. Shang Hexing made a cage with his own hands and kept it as a pet for Wen Zhi, then he went to catch fish to make soup for her to nourish her body.

Wen Zhi would occasionally play with the rabbit in the cage and sometimes touch her bulging belly, her eyes and eyebrows brimming with maternal love.

But in the blink of an eye, Wen Zhi was about to give birth.

However, the place where they lived was deserted and lacked equipment and tools. The environment was also very poor, and she had to rely on her own strength to give birth. On that wooden bed, Wen Zhi was in so much pain she was sweating profusely. Even Shang Hexing, who was usually calm and collected, was thrown into disarray.

“Zhizhi, hang in there.”

“Shang Hexing, it hurts so much, it really hurts so much…”

“Wuuu, I can’t do this, I’m so scared.”

“Wahhh—”

Wen Zhi was in such pain that she was sweating profusely, gripping Shang Hexing’s wrist tightly, her nails leaving scratches on his skin. He just scrunched his brow tightly, not pulling away. He concentrated on what to do next.