As people often say, alcohol tastes better in the company of others. Jinshi had long since emptied his gourd yet his drunken mind led him to the door of your quarters. His festering need to bother never seemed to cease, you plagued his mind even when drunk.

It's cold. He whined internally, waiting for you to hurry up and let him in, neglecting to keep the time in mind. Any onlookers would certainly have quite the tale to tell the next day: A court official beloved by many maidens dishevelled and drunk, urgently pounding your door in the dead of night. Truly a sight to behold.

"Finally," Jinshi murmured as your door creaked open. He wasted no time in flopping onto you with no regard for his safety. Whether you'd catch him or not didn't matter, he most likely wouldn't remember come morning.