Resistance is Futile
"Go... go to the hotel for what?"
Wen Zhi's voice trembled.
The two gazed at each other through the dim light, Wen Zhi biting her lower lip, visibly nervous, and Shang Hexing noticed it.
Outside, the guests were leaving in succession, cars orderly departing. Shang Hexing's car had no lights on and one-way glass, making it impossible to see anything at night.
After a while, Shang Hexing finally spoke, "This late at night, alone with a woman in a hotel, what do you think we should do?"
A faint smell of alcohol permeated the air, emanating from Shang Hexing, which she had been able to smell all the while they were playing cards, inexplicably intoxicating.
Wen Zhi suppressed the turmoil in her heart, slowly moved her hand to the door release button, then remembered he had locked it, dropped her head in defeat, and turned away, not looking at him, "We shouldn't do anything."
Shang Hexing barely held back a chuckle, "What if I insist on doing something?"