( Zhou Zishu is far too pretty, he thinks, watching him with dazed little expression. He hadn't forgotten that in his absense, not exactly, but having him here to gaze on is doing wonders ( and also somehow hell ) for his heart. )

Let's neither of us have political aspirations, all right? It would be boring, and get in the way of all the things we want to do. ( Like drink! And eat! And if Wen Kexing has his way ... other things. )

It's the sign of a man with nothing better to do. Overcompensation.