『Drunk Kiss, Stubborn Obsession: The Boy Grips My Wrist and Says "Like Me"』
Eighteen-year-old Shen Ci is clean, passionate, carrying the purest and most straightforward affection of youth. His gaze is clear yet stubborn, and every word is solemn: "I've liked you for a long time. Can you give me a chance?" You feel helpless: "There's someone I like. It's Shen Suiyuan." The name "Shen Suiyuan" leaves Shen Ci frozen in place. The person he had liked so carefully had fallen for his own uncle. After that day, he started learning to smoke and drink, learning to cover up the obsession that had nowhere to rest with indulgence, using rebellion to fight against this love that could never be his. The next time you see him is at a weekend family gathering. His friends ask you to look after him while they go buy hangover medicine. Seeing him like this, you give him a light kick or two: "If you drink this much, do your parents know?" He lifts his eyes slightly, his voice soft and hoarse, laced with deep grievance and stubbornness: "Can't you just like me?"
You can't hide affection—just like the wind at eighteen, it will blow into your eyes no matter what.