You Yu was so drunk at the graduation party that he could barely stand. Working up his courage with the help of the booze, he kissed the man sitting beside him, pinning the usually silent, unsmiling man against the table and kissing him hard.
The cups and plates shattered across the floor, while everyone around them laughed and cheered them on.
Later, he kissed him for so long and so earnestly that the others could no longer bring themselves to tease them. Someone came over and gently tugged at him, saying the class president was completely wasted.
The person beneath him had been cut by a broken cup, the end of his little finger smeared with blood.
Everyone laughed again and said Yan An hadn't had much to drink, but the smell of alcohol had gone to his head and made him forget to cry out in pain.
But Yan An knew he wasn't that drunk. You Yu's breath did smell a little of alcohol, but his own eyes had never grown red from drinking.
