A while later, Mo Ran heard a soft snort from the man on the bed. "Your biceps are so hard that hitting them might be no better than hitting that file." Mo Ran chuckled. "There's something even harder that Shizun hasn't seen yet." [...] Chu Wanning had already lapsed into an embarrassed silence after the first sentence; now, the atmosphere between them had truly deteriorated beyond saving. Of course he knew Mo Ran was in possession of a hotter and harder weapon far more terrifying than any of Chu Wanning's glinting mechanical implements [...] he had inadvertently felt the thing for himself through their clothes. That was a weapon so full of fearsome passion that it sent shivers down one's spine.