"Su Jin, you're so boring." The voice on the shoulder has turned into a drunken whisper.
"Hmm"
"Su Jin, am I prettier than those dancing girls?"
"…………Hmm"
"Sujin, you look good too"
"..."
"Sujin, I want to vomit."
The young man named Su Jin stopped and thought for a moment, then changed the person on his shoulders to hold him in his arms.
"Su Jin, this is how you hug your little wife."