He moves by instinct, meeting Zhou Zishu's thrown punch in an identical move. The music, meanwhile, continues to work its magic. If he had sensed malicious intent, he might have taken steps to counter the music with his inner force; instead, it bleeds into every open wound in his psyche:

Too late, too late. If you don't do something, it will be too late. It's already too late...

He looks up, to meet Zhou Zishu's gaze. The man's eyes seem to burn into him, lighting a fire that rages deep inside. A wild voice in his head calls out, "Take him and make him yours." Another voice, the one that's been holding him back all this time asks, "How can you deceive him this way?"

Torn between these impossible choices, Wen Kexing does the only possible thing. Lips parted, eyes bright with lust, he swings out a kick in a graceful arc, with the full force of his strength behind it.