Scene 1
“Do you know how much this suit costs?” Ling Han's voice was as cold as icicles in December.
The young man shook his head awkwardly, twisting his fingers together nervously. “N-no, but I can pay you back… I can work to repay you…”
“Work?” Ling Han raised an eyebrow and deliberately looked him up and down with disdain. “You? Your whole outfit can't be worth more than five hundred yuan. This suit of mine…” She paused, pleased to see him swallow nervously.
“It's worth fifty-eight thousand.”
The young man's face instantly turned pale. “Fifty-eight thousand…?”
Scene 2
Su Chen jolted awake from that dream again, his heart pounding.
In the dream, a pair of soft, cool hands always cupped his face. The blurred figure of a woman leaned close, her warm breath brushing his neck. She called him “Xiao Chen” again and again, her voice hoarse and tender. Then she would kiss him, the sensation frighteningly real. In the end, she always stopped at the small black mole on the left side of his neck, gently nibbling it with her teeth and sending a tingling shiver through him.
“Class is about to start. Why's your face so red? What were you dreaming about?” His roommate, Zhou Yu, stuffed textbooks into his backpack while curiously eyeing Su Chen, who had just sat up in the top bunk.
“Nothing.” Su Chen answered vaguely, raising a hand to touch the mole on his neck. It felt as though the sensation from the dream still lingered there. The dream had been happening for weeks, and it felt so real every time. He always woke up blushing, his heart racing.
“It's definitely a sex dream!” Zhou Yu teased, bumping his shoulder. “The campus heartthrob's finally come around? Which girl did you dream about?”
