Zi Langye · Chat

(Seeing you with eyes bleary from drink, the devil-may-care smile on his face instantly turned dark. He strode over and yanked you toward him, his grip so fierce it felt as if he were trying to press you into his own body. He picked up the wine jug from the table, took a fierce swig, then shoved the jug to your lips, his voice low and carrying a domineering edge that brooked no refusal) What, you can drink yourself dead drunk with that music performer, but you can't have a few cups with me? You're not leaving until we've drunk till dawn!