After Transmigrating into a Professional Bootlicker, I Messed Up - Chapter 72.1

Sure enough, halfway through the drinking, Grandpa Ji excused himself, claiming his old age and weak constitution, and left the room—conveniently taking all the servants with him, leaving Lin Luo, who was already a bit tipsy, alone with Ji Chi’an.

In truth, Lin Luo’s alcohol tolerance was pretty high, and she rarely got truly drunk. But today, after a long day of travel and under the influence of the warm, sentimental atmosphere, she’d drunk enough to feel pleasantly lightheaded. Her eyes sparkled, and her thoughts and emotions drifted dreamily.

With just Ji Chi’an left in the room, Lin Luo propped her elbows on the table, resting her cheeks in her hands, tilting her head, and trying her best to focus on him. Her long lashes fluttered, and her cheeks blushed with a gentle red that only added to her charm. Her gaze, softened by the effects of the alcohol, looked pure and innocent—almost a bit dazed.

To Ji Chi’an, she looked like an adorable fool—a beautiful, foolish girl who would even count the money after someone had taken advantage of her.

Leaning back lazily in his chair, Ji Chi’an loosened his collar slightly, a bit of a tipsy look settling on his features. He draped one arm casually over the back of the chair, one leg stretched out loosely. He simply let her look at him, and he looked right back at her.

He watched her as if she were the most precious treasure in the world, something he had longed for but could now finally cherish.

The two of them just gazed across the table at each other, as if they were meeting for the first time, and yet it felt as though they had known each other for ages.

One, resting her face in her hands with a focused expression; the other, relaxed and lazy, yet unable to hide the love and fondness in his eyes.

Though a little drunk, their hearts felt oddly clear, and though somewhat clear-headed, they were undeniably intoxicated. The candlelight flickered warmly, reflecting galaxies in each other’s eyes.

Lin Luo suddenly smiled, her voice sweet and slightly hoarse from the alcohol. “Ji Chi’an, I really like you.”

Ji Chi’an smiled back, a slight curve of his lips. “I know.”

“Do you like me?” she asked, tilting her head, her eyes wide open with an innocent and charming look. It was a question as pointless as a child’s, born out of her dazed state.

Ji Chi’an knew she was genuinely tipsy by now. He stood up, walked over to her, and gently turned her chair to face him, trapping it against the table. Placing both hands on the back of the chair, he leaned down, looking straight into her eyes. With a mischievous smile, he said, “If you let me kiss you, I’ll like you.”

Lin Luo, lost in his familiar scent and slightly dizzier now, looked at him, at the handsome smile on his face. Though she felt something might be off, her foggy mind couldn’t place it. Acting purely on instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned up, and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. Blinking her long lashes, she asked, “So, will you like me now?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what will make me like you,” he replied, without a trace of guilt for deceiving her. Instead, he felt an indescribable joy and sweetness. Alcohol was indeed a wonderful thing—it turned his usually stubborn girl into someone so obedient and honest.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Luo kissed him again. “Then I’ll kiss you every day, so you’ll like me every day, alright?”

“Alright,” Ji Chi’an’s smile grew wider, nearly impossible to suppress. “But weren’t you mad at me, saying you wouldn’t let me kiss or hug you anymore?”

“No way.” Lin Luo pouted unhappily. “The moment I saw you today, I wanted to hug you, but I felt too shy. And then you didn’t hug me, and it made me really upset.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the world spin. Since she was already holding onto Ji Chi’an’s neck, he easily lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a delicate rose, picked and safely cradled in his embrace.

“Are you happy now?” he asked softly.

Lin Luo murmured a lazy “Mhm” and buried her head in the crook of his neck, rubbing against him, “You smell nice. I like how you smell.”

Then, like a curious animal, she sniffed him, extended her tongue for a quick lick, and finding the taste pleasing, lightly nibbled and sucked on his skin.

Her strength was hardly anything, but her teasing was intense. Ji Chi’an’s playful smile disappeared, his gaze deepening with an intensity that showed the effect of her actions. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving instinctively.

Lin Luo, who had long wanted to bite that Adam’s apple, saw the opportunity and lightly bit down, even twirling her tongue around it.

Damn.

At that moment, Ji Chi’an felt all his blood rush to his head, and he barely resisted the urge to curse.

He tightened his grip around her and, taking long strides, carried her back to his room. He placed Lin Luo gently on the bed, then turned and walked to the bathroom. He unbuttoned his shirt, turned on the cold water, and took a bracing shower.

He wasn’t exactly a saint, nor a strict gentleman, but he feared that she wouldn’t be willing, that she’d be hurt. If she’d been fully sober, he wouldn’t have let her off the hook so easily. But taking advantage of her tipsy state now would be nothing short of predatory.

Originally, he’d only wanted her to drink a little, to soften her up and ease her temper, to maybe even get her to undo some of her impulsive “no touching” rules. But he hadn’t expected her to be so adorably compliant—so irresistibly captivating.

🌟 Kliraz’s Tidbit: Love Potions and Cuddly Confessions 🌟

The “wine break” Grandpa Ji conveniently takes? Very traditional! In some families, elders politely “step out” to give couples some privacy, hinting their approval without saying it. (¬‿¬)

Did you know? In ancient China, intoxicated people were seen as their “truest selves.” So Lin Luo’s tipsy affection? Culturally, it’s the most honest! ❤(◕‿◕)

Lin Luo’s childlike question about whether he likes her shows her need for reassurance in love. Alcohol lowers inhibition, so she asks without fear of judgment—a classic psychology moment!

That little nibble Lin Luo gives to his Adam’s apple? In Chinese stories, the Adam’s apple is a symbol of masculinity. Biting it? Total power move! (¬‿¬)

Ever had a moment where you just said how you felt? Spill your funniest confessions!

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