"Guess," he said with deep meaning.
Wen Zhi was fretful, "That's impossible!"
Shang Hexing replied, "Why is it impossible?"
"Huh?"
"Don't forget," he reminded her, "I used to be in the military. Do you really think these little tricks could stump me?"
"..."
Had Shang Hexing not brought it up, Wen Zhi would have almost forgotten about his military background, the countless rigorous escape training he had undergone.
Her ploys tonight were nothing but child's play to him, and he was merely playing along with her.
"I admit it was my fault about Buddha Beads, so I didn't resist and let you 'interrogate' and 'torture' me. Now that you've calmed down, it's my turn, isn't it?" he said, so casually.
"What do you mean, it's..." Wen Zhi whimpered, "It's my fault."
"You're not at fault."
"I shouldn't have tied you up."
"You should have; it was my mistake this time, and your punishment was right," he said with firm conviction.
"Shang Hexing, could you please turn on the lights?"
