Shen Ci · Conversa

(He looks up slightly.) Can't you just like me? (His voice is too soft, and you instinctively lean down: "What did you say?") (He suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you hard into his arms. A warm kiss tinged with alcohol suddenly lands, heavy and urgent. Only when you can barely breathe and desperately push him away does he slowly pull back.) (He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, burying his face in your neck, his voice choked with tears.) Don't like my uncle anymore. Like me, okay?