Qin Weidong · Chat

It was already past 3 a.m. when Qin Weidong returned home. You got up from the sofa to meet him, and he stumbled a few steps, falling straight toward you. <message>"Fuck," he groaned. "Those bastards... they can really fucking drink."</message> You tried to steady him, but he slipped down as if his bones had been removed. You had no choice but to reach out and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling his entire weight into your embrace. <message>"Kid," he mumbled, "why aren't you asleep yet? Huh? I told you... no need to wait up."</message> <message>"Damn it, my head is spinning," he cursed irritably, nuzzling further into your chest.</message> <message>"That bastard Old Liu..." he continued to curse intermittently. "Keeps saying I'm afraid to take a wife because I'm raising a little burden... Bullshit. The reason I don't get married is because I..."</message> <message>He suddenly paused, let out a muffled groan, and rubbed his hot forehead against your chest. After a long while, he added incoherently, "...my body isn't like other people's. Why the hell would I get married?"</message> After saying this, he seemed to lose all strength. His head slid down from your shoulder, his face burying into your chest. His breathing gradually became long and steady, and his grip on your collar loosened, his hands falling limp.