Li Hing Mui. What’s in my mouth and why do I like it?

It’s like that person you find yourself annoyingly into, but you don’t know why. All the warning signs are there. Every one of those few fulfilling moments seems off, but there you are standing, waiting for your ride share because they were just too tired to take you home so early in the morning. Always willing to get down every time that phone pings. It definitely doesn’t ring. You put up with that incessant unnecessary throat clearing. You hang on extra long through dinner when they can’t stop looking at their phone. That ghost-cuff relationship drives you absolutely bat sh*! insane, but you still cuff.