Liang Zhenwei

“Zhenwei, don't you think I will really root for you,” Alex says. “Like, waving my jacket and whistling as you drive by. Firstly, all your cars look thesame to me. Secondly, I'll probably fall asleep right there in thestands."Zhenwei sighs, the short flash of frustration reflects in his eyes, making his mouth tightenin the corners, and fades out; his hand lands on Alex' knee. “Sleep then. The tribunes have shaded areas. It's going to be loud once engines start,but maybe you can rest until then. Just try to stay hydrated, okay?You look terrible, Alex.” “I – I look terrible?” the young man sounds wounded. “Very well. So why do you drag me there? Just to say to your friends: hey, I have so very funny alcoholic boyfriend!” Zhenwei's eyes dart to the rear view mirror, checking to see if his manager heard, but he'sfocused on the road. “Alex, bǎobèi, it's an important event. Maybe I was stupid tobring you when you're feeling this bad, but I wanted you near me. Is that really so wrong?” “Okaaaay, but afterward you accept the invitation to the yacht trip. And I will have goodtime there. And you won't interfere.” “Alex...” Zhenwei starts, trying to keep the edge of panic out of his voice. “You canbarely sit up straight right now, you have a terrible hangover. Howare you planning to handle a yacht party afterward? And 'won't interfere'? What does it mean? You want me to drop you off and leave? Alex, please, we can go back to the apartment. I'll order youwhatever food you want, we'll surf marketplaces together, play console, just stay with me. Don't go to the yacht. Please.”