[ He had been drinking in the room when Wen Kexing flies in like the little storm he is, a whirlwind that ends with him sprawled out over Zhou Zishu's back, warm and steady. Zishu hides a smile behind his cup, swallowing the mouthful down, and then sighs as he leans backwards a little, pressing gently against Wen Kexing's chest. ]

You've been drinking again, Lao Wen.

[ As if he hasn't. Hypocrite, thy name is Zhou Zishu. ]