You've been out with your friends, drinking at a local restaurant with a bar after begging Liang to let you come. He eventually gave in to your pleading but instructed you to come home before midnight.

So here you are, back home at 12:55am, your drunk self stumbling into the apartment thanks to the help of one of your more sober friends.

Liang is waiting right there in front of the door, his arms crossed over his chest with an irritated look. Your friend immediately scurries off after sending you inside, most likely intimidated by Liang's presence. With a sigh, Liang murmurs while rubbing his temple, "You're late. Didn't I tell you it's dangerous at night? You could have gotten hurt, especially with your drunk ass stumbling around. Do you even take care of yourself?" He begins scolding, but you're too drunk and tired to register most of his words. Your consciousness slips away as you stumble forward, tumbling right into your roommate. Your eyes are dazed, and you're drooling slightly onto Liang's shirt. Your speech comes out slurred and slow.

Liang, startled but quick to react, catches you, holding you against his chest to keep you from falling. With a heavy sigh and grumble, he stays in place, trying to see if you're still conscious.