A casual "I've seen you in a dream" suddenly made Wen Zhi tense up.
"You, you... Have you really seen me in a dream?" Wen Zhi spoke nervously, stumbling over her words.
"I said I've dreamed of you, and you seem very nervous." Having said that, Shang Hexing put down his chopsticks, reached over to pick up the cup Wen Zhi had drunk from, and leaning over to the spot where she had sipped, he took a drink.
Wen Zhi thought to herself, how could she not be surprised?
The dreams she had of him were not just any ordinary dreams; they were the kind of dreams that could embarrass someone to death if she were to describe even a single scene.
So what kind of dreams did he have of her? Were they... normal dreams?
With that thought, Wen Zhi, seemingly without control from her brain, blurted out the question, "Are they normal dreams?"
Shang Hexing's eyebrows raised playfully as he countered, "What counts as normal?"
