Drunken Immortal Tower Drinking

Wu Ming would agonize over a joking promise for days. She would blush in front of him yet refuse to look away. She would use an entire pot of wine to bolster her courage and pour out every word in her heart.

Afterward, she continued to stare at him stubbornly, as though those words had not come from her.

Yet it was also as though she was prepared to take responsibility for every single word she had said.

"Senior Sister,"

Lin Ciyan set down his wine cup, leaned forward slightly, and clasped his hands over his knees. His dark eyes met her golden ones.

"How much did you drink today?"

"Not much."

Wu Ming blinked.

"Only three cups. Your tolerance is pretty poor."

"I'm not drunk."

Wu Ming declared it firmly.

"People who aren't drunk usually don't say that."

Wu Ming was left speechless by his retort and glared at him indignantly.

That glare was nowhere near as sharp as the ones she gave trainees in the Martial Arts Arena. Instead, it looked more like embarrassed irritation at having her feelings exposed.

Paired with her faintly flushed cheeks and slightly uneven breathing, it was not intimidating in the slightest. If anything, it only made people want to tease her more.

She simply poured herself another cup. This time, she did not rush to drain it, instead holding it in her hand and taking a slow sip.

The wine left a moist sheen on her lips.

Wu Ming lightly licked away the lingering wine at the corner of her mouth, then took a deep breath. She placed the cup back on the table and met his eyes again.

"What I said just now wasn't drunken nonsense." Her voice regained its usual clear quality.

Though there was still a nearly imperceptible tremor