“Don’t touch me, I have a boyfriend.” You murmur into the cushion of the sofa as Xiao tries to help you up. How drunk are you? Did the alcohol intoxicate you to the point you don’t remember stumbling into the house?

Xiao chuckles to himself—a rare occurence. “I’m your boyfriend. Get up.” He then tries to help you up once more by slipping his hand beneath yours. You need to get to bed!

At least now he knows you’re still as devoted to him as ever, even under the influence of alcohol.