Doted By The Regent King-Chapter 1368 - 1366: Drunk Yet Vigilant

Wufu hadn’t mixed cocktails for quite a while; she used to play around in a teammate’s little bar, enjoying herself.

Though the variety of drinks here wasn’t as vast as in later generations, it was still no hindrance; as long as the drinks were different, they could still be mixed.

Everyone watched her actions, pouring a bit from each little bottle into one place, then adding another, before finally tossing a small glass filled with Pear Blossom White into the large glass.

Ding, with a crisp sound, everyone looked over; the small glass landed in the large one, like fireworks exploding. The collision of drinks raised some bubbles, which quickly disappeared.

Wufu picked up the large glass, flipped it over swiftly, movements like a ray of light, yet not spilling a single drop.

She poured the mixed drink into a new small glass, presented it to Master Gui and Jun Wenqi, and said with a smile, "Please, this cup is named ’Daily Prosperity’, wishing our club business booming, and becoming Nanyue’s top fun spot!"

Jun Wenqi was dazzled by her cocktail mixing skills, and before he could praise her, he reacted to the name of the drink with a twitch of his lips: "Can you be any more tacky? ’Daily Prosperity’!"

"It’s said that great tackiness is great elegance, don’t you know!" Wufu rolled her eyes at him, "Drink up, I guarantee you haven’t tasted anything this strong."

"Phew, I’m reputed to hold my drink for a thousand cups." Jun Wenqi gulped the liquor down in one go, and soon his eyes bulged, hands clutching his throat.

Damn, so spicy, so strong, so dizzy.

"Good drink!" Master Gui downed his too, his cheeks rapidly flushed, more rosy.

Wufu smiled, drank in one gulp, licked her crimson lips with her tongue, making the two of them momentarily stunned, feeling the drink evaporated fast, bodies growing hotter.

"Taken a step back, it’s not as good as before, will practice more in the future." Wufu smiled at Jun Wenqi, "You claim a thousand cups of drink won’t faze you, but trust me, I can mix one that makes you fall in three."

The strongest drink isn’t actually made from the best ingredients, but the worst quality. Once you’re used to the good stuff, the harshness of the bad stuff becomes unbearable. Alas, it’s the human frailty, like when you drink too much of the bad stuff, you think it’s the real best; once you taste the good one, you think it’s fake! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Jun Wenqi wanted to refute this arrogant kid, but the burning sensation in his throat and stomach made him hold his tongue, not wanting to embarrass himself again.

Wufu said no drunk, no return, and truly drank cup after cup. As the mood escalated, she danced a sword dance with Feng Wu.

Master Gui watched her flushed cheeks, eyes blurred, an indistinct appearance, and couldn’t help but swallow, she was drunk.

Jun Wenqi was called away again.

Wufu lay on the table dozing, and after a long time in that position, her body began to ache.

Master Gui thought for a moment, then walked over, crouched down, reaching out to lift her up; but Wufu, already asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, filled with alertness and vigilance, along with a fierce glint.

This was bodily instinct, shielding against the proximity of breath, natural defense against danger.

Master Gui’s eyes drifted to her lowered hand, where she held a Butterfly Knife, her usual weapon, and couldn’t help feeling bittersweet. What had she endured to become so cautious?

Recalling her skills, if he were a threat to her, wouldn’t he now be a corpse?

"Wufu, it’s me." Master Gui spoke softly.

Wufu put away her weapon, yawned, and said, "Ah, it’s you. I’m drunk, time to go."

She wobbled as she stood, nearly collapsing, but Master Gui quickly supported her waist, holding her close, his eyes meeting hers.