He Got Angry

The kiss carried the smell of alcohol. Chen Ju hadn’t even started drinking, but he was already a little dizzy. He clutched Jiang Zhou’s sleeve, his cheeks flushed bright red.

“Breathe through your nose, you idiot.” Jiang Zhou clicked his tongue, released Chen Ju, then tipped his head back and took another drink.

Feeling rejected, Chen Ju lowered his head in shame. He knew he was stupid—after all this time, he still hadn’t learned how to kiss.

“I-I’ve finished bandaging you. You can’t get it wet. If you need anything, just... just call me.” As Chen Ju spoke, he started putting away the first-aid kit, but Jiang Zhou grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the cushion.

“Drink with me.” Jiang Zhou shoved a can of beer into Chen Ju’s hand.

Chen Ju held the can nervously. Its chill seeped from his palm into his body, making him shiver.

After staring at the beer for a long while, Chen Ju finally steeled himself and tipped his head back to take a big gulp.

The sharp taste stung his tongue, and his eyes began to water. It tasted awful. Why did so many people like something this disgusting?

Chen Ju sipped slowly. By the time he finished two beers, Jiang Zhou had already downed eight or nine cans, which were scattered all over the floor.

“Jiang Zhou, d-don’t drink so fast. You’ll get drunk easily,” Chen Ju reminded him. The alcohol had made him a little bolder, and after finishing his third can, he asked, “Back there, did... did Grandpa Jiang say something to you?”...