Lian looked at Mei curiously. "Why do you think brother drank so much?"
"I don't know," she sighed, recognizing the worry in their hearts. It made sense why they were concerned. Han Xin was notorious for being strict with himself, never overindulging in anything. Well, except, of course, when it came to Xiang Yu. That was the one vice that held him tight.
***
Xiang Yu placed Han Xin gently on the bed, supporting him as he settled down. Just as he was about to straighten up, Han Xin grasped his arm, pulling him down until he was straddled over him. "Baby, we can get married now," Han Xin slurred, a goofy grin appearing on his face.
Xiang Yu smiled down at him, amusement lighting his eyes. "Is that why you are drunk?" He pinched Han Xin's cheek playfully.
With dazed, half-lidded eyes, Han Xin grinned back. He took Xiang Yu's hand, tracing his fingers along it. "No," he admitted, his tone shifting. "I drank because I was sad."
