The idea of lust overwhelming logic is hard to apply to the invariably calm and composed Shang Hexing.
But once it did, the scene would inevitably spiral out of control.
Under Wen Zhi's sweet nothings, Shang Hexing went along with everything, complying with all her wishes.
By the time he realized something was amiss, his wrist had already been bound by Wen Zhi with a zip tie.
"Wen Zhi..." In the pitch darkness, his breathing was heavy, "Stop messing around, it could lead to trouble."
Wen Zhi rested her head on his firm chest and asked with a teasing smile, "What kind of trouble could it lead to?"
Shang Hexing coaxed her, "Turn on the light first."
"No," Wen Zhi said, "I like it pitch-black; it's more thrilling."
With that, Shang Hexing's arms, which were trapped, suddenly reached behind her neck, trapping her within his embrace as he asked hoarsely, "What on earth are you trying to do?"
