[ Zishu hisses as his robes are tugged open, Wen Kexing's fingers pressing against his chest. It's terrifyingly intimate, the easy way Wen Kexing presses in for skin as though it's his right. It's even scarier for how Zishu finds he doesn't mind. ]

Are you tempting men to wickedness? What are you doing when I'm not keeping an eye on you?

[ He wouldn't mind being tempted to wickedness, he thinks wildly. Especially when Wen Kexing's mouth closes in around the shell of his ear, shockingly hot. ]

If you brought trouble home, we'll just move. It's fine.

[ The only outward sign of his surprise is the way his fingers tense in place, the way his voice trembles on the first few words. ]