"Hanjue, drink less."
Zhan Hanjue went to Li Qingqing's home and asked her to fetch him a bottle of wine to drown his sorrows.
Li Qingqing worriedly snatched his wine glass.
Zhan Hanjue angrily grabbed it back, "What, you don't even want to let me drink a bit?"
"I don't mind, Hanjue. You know I love you, I'm willing to give you whatever you want. But seeing you drink like this makes me really worried, it's so damaging to your health, I'm just concerned about you."
"I don't need your concern. Give me the wine, all I want right now is to drink." Zhan Hanjue insisted strongly.
"Fine, I'll drink with you. If we're going to get drunk, we'll do it together." Li Qingqing grabbed the bottle from him, poured herself a glass, and drank it all in one go.
Zhan Hanjue stared at her in a daze, then quickly laughed, "Alright, drink together, get drunk together, drink until we forget everything."
