Yet, the hand that Wen Kexing was clutching the blanket with suddenly shot out at an eerily unnatural angle and found its way up Zhou Zishu’s shoulder. Zhou Zishu immediately sunk his shoulder and bent his elbow, intending to knock his hand off. Abruptly, half his body went numb, and before he could get to his feet, he fell and landed right into Wen Kexing’s open arms, which had been waiting for him. The shell of a sunflower seed landed on the blanket...so it was this object he had been ambushed by.

With a cheeky smile, Wen Kexing continued next to his ear, “Usually, in this sort of situation, most people act in such a guilty manner because their lust is unsated. See, you’ve flung yourself into my arms, haven’t you?”

Zhou Zishu was speechless. For the life of him, he could not figure out why someone, about to sleep at night, would still equip himself with the shells of sunflower seeds, and use them as hidden weapons to attack others at any time.

Wen Kexing smiled like a crook, and as though he could tell what Zhou Zishu was thinking, he added, “Actually, I have walnuts with me too. Do you want some?”

At the mention of the word “walnut”, goosebumps rose all over Zhou Zishu. Looking stronger than he felt, he mustered up a smile and said, “You are cuddling me without letting go, what, do you still want to service me for the night?”

Wen Kexing swept him under the blanket with a glint in his eye, as the two hands pressing down on Zhou Zishu’s shoulders went seeking down the hems of his inner robe. He was quick to say with joy, "I couldn’t ask for more, I couldn’t ask for more."

As Wen Kexing had not been too heavy-handed in execution, Zhou Zishu’s acupoints unblocked a mere moment later, right at the moment when Wen Kexing’s hand happened to be moving increasingly inappropriately. Ever since he had left the capital and entered the jianghu, Zhou Zishu had, indeed, not been intimate with anyone--for one, he was injured, and for another, with problems coming one after another, he hadn’t been in the mood to. Wen Kexing’s light teasing felt like he was lighting trails of fire all over his body; right when things seemed to be almost veering out of control, Zhou Zishu grabbed his wrist, and said through gritted teeth, “The Valley Master’s deep love, I’ll have to...apologise--for--refusing--it.”

Smiling, Wen Kexing said, “You don’t have to be so polite. It’s wrong of you to do so, as rejecting someone’s gift is a sign of disrespect.”

Zhou Zishu squeezed out a stiff smile. “I am not worthy of this gift.”