The flippant form of address seemed to prove that she was still slightly tipsy.
Under the cover of "drunkenness," all the awkwardness between them faded away.
"Come to think of it, little brother, you've lured away so many people from the Xianzhou. The trouble behind that isn't something swordsmanship alone can settle." Jingliu smiled as she spoke softly, turning Liu Bai's words back against him.
"Can't it? How does my swordsmanship compare to the Sword Champion's?"
Liu Bai's utterly justified retort left even Jingliu, who had used drunkenness as an excuse to indulge herself, temporarily unsure how to answer.
"You're not cute at all, little brother."
Jingliu shook her head and could only offer that remark in her slightly tipsy state.
"A somewhat cute big sister." Liu Bai's evaluation abruptly changed.
Cute...?
Her?
What about her could possibly be called "cute"?
In her hands, there was only one sword left... wasn't there?
It seemed... that wasn't quite true either.
Had she unknowingly forged new bonds by now?
"You're drunk too, little brother."
[Jingliu Affection: 30→45]
After drinking with Jingliu, the two of them went to a hotel and got a room—an entirely innocent room.
They merely took showers and washed the smell of alcohol off themselves.
Yes, even the showering was entirely innocent.
While Jingliu probably would not have minded bathing together, the little bathroom was still too cramped for two people—especially when nothing could possibly happen.
And if they had gone to a hot spring... Jingliu definitely would have kept dragging Liu Bai into drinking with her, right?
Jingliu's alcohol tolerance and Feixiao's, who went down after one pot, were worlds apart.
Liu Bai was even rather touched.
"...What kind of expression is that?"
Jingliu had returned to her usual cool and aloof demeanor, but the fact