Drowning My Sorrow With Wine

Li Zhe gritted his teeth and pinched Meng Yu's chin hard, forcing him to look at him. "Meng Yu, you're not me. What right do you have to say that I'm just used to it and not genuine affection? What kind of habit would make my heart beat faster when I first saw you? What kind of habit would make you the main character of every wet dream after I see you? What kind of habit would make me only desire you and not anyone else?"

Meng Yu looked at Li Zhe's eyes which were tainted with pain in shock, his mind slightly shaken.

Li Zhe's eyes gradually became infatuated, and his slightly rough fingers rubbed Meng Yu's face. "You're shocked, aren't you? I was also shocked. But matters of the heart are inherently irrational. I like you, I love you, and I want to be with you. It's not a matter of habit, it's a choice from deep within my heart."