He takes the bottle and downs long swallows. After gasping a breath, he looks to Huaisang, wrinkling his nose at the smug look the other had. Still pouting, he moves to rest his head against the other's, still mumbling in a sulk.

"Why do you make me do things like this?"

Which...wasn't what he really meant. The question should have been better phrased as 'how do you make me lose my hibition?' or 'why do I do this shit for you?' or even 'why don't I have better control around you?' Cheng couldn't think that eloquently at the moment.