Adorable Beyond Measure

Her lips, rosy and slightly parted, looked both adorable and innocent, with barely a hint of alcohol on her body.

If not for her flushed cheeks, who would have known that she was a little foodie who couldn't hold her liquor but still snuck a drink?

"Little foodie," Bo Yanchen chuckled, tapping the tip of her rosy nose.

This was indeed a wrong on Bo Yanchen's part. The original Ji Chuxing could drink like a fish without getting drunk. But in this body, she couldn't. This was the first time she had tried it since coming here, and who knew it would end up like this?

She had been unconscious the whole way, and Bo Yanchen thought she would sleep through the night. But as they arrived at their residence, Ji Chuxing began to stir, dazed for a few seconds, her little tuft of hair sticking up.

Gradually, her eyes cleared, and she looked at Bo Yanchen with bright, sparkling eyes, showing no signs of being drunk.

"Xingbao, are you awake? Do you feel unwell?" Bo Yanchen gently rubbed her head.

Suddenly, the little girl lunged at him, "Gold!"

The tightly hugged Second Master Bo: "... "

The force was so strong that his back slammed into the opposite car door.

Bo Yanchen felt both helpless and amused. It seemed she wasn't fully awake and was still drunk. But... mistaking him for gold?

Well, that's fine. The little girl is a money lover, so she must love gold the most. By extension, that means she loves him very much.

Fang He, who was about to help his master out of the car, stood at the door, unsure whether to stay or leave. This... Miss Ji is really too bold!

Should he sing, "I should be under the car, not in it..."

"Brother is not gold," Bo Yanchen patted her head. The close proximity made his entire body tense up. Her body was incredibly soft, unbelievably so. But of course, he couldn't do anything or think too much. He had to wait for his little girl to grow up.

"You are gold," Ji Chuxing held his face, speaking firmly. She even nodded in self-approval, as if affirming something. "Pretty gold."

In the eyes of the drunken Ji Chuxing, there was no Bo Yanchen, no Second Master Bo, and certainly no brother. She only saw gold. Super, super beautiful gold.

What could Bo Yanchen say? He could only soothe her, "Okay, Brother is gold, Xingbao's own gold."

"Good, let's go inside and hug your gold." He started to coax her.

Fang He: "... Master, you have no shame!"

Ji Chuxing refused to let go of her "gold." If she hadn't been truly drunk, Bo Yanchen would have thought she was just trying to rub his head and face. After all, it wasn't the first time she had shown such desire.

He was almost driven to the brink of madness, finally managing to get the tipsy little drunkard out of the car. That day, Second Master Bo truly experienced how terrifying his usually well-behaved little girl could be when drunk.

When he tried to help her inside, she refused. She wobbled and wouldn't let anyone support her, staggering and glancing at Bo Yanchen every few steps, as if confirming that her walking gold was following her.

Bo Yanchen found it both amusing and exasperating. His little drunkard was swaying wildly.

Suddenly, his little drunkard opened her curious eyes wide and swayed as she looked at him, "I'm going to fly..."

Bo Yanchen was utterly charmed by his little girl. She was so cute!

Then she started flapping her hands, circling around his wheelchair, singing, "Two little bees, flying in the flowers, fly, fly, fly—"

Fang He: "..."

Seriously, why are you laughing so happily, Master? What if Miss Ji beats you up tomorrow when she wakes up?! Won't I be killed to keep this a secret?

Bo Yanchen, sitting in his wheelchair, tried to suppress his laughter. The next second, Ji Chuxing grabbed his wrist, tilting her head and asking, "Why aren't you flying with me?"

She was flying, so why wasn't her gold flying with her?

"Cough, Brother... can't fly."

The little girl was unpredictable, no longer treating him as gold. Bo Yanchen said, "Xingbao, you fly, and Brother will watch you."

Ji Chuxing shook her head instantly, "I won't fly either."

Bo Yanchen felt his heart soften, as if something tender had gently caressed it. Just as he was about to say something, the little girl pulled him up.

Fang He was startled and rushed to support Bo Yanchen. Then, Ji Chuxing, carrying someone, dashed into the house.

Wow, her steps suddenly didn't look drunk at all!

Fang He: "!!"

Bo Yanchen: "..."

Oh no, a black mark on my record!

The little drunkard placed Second Master Bo on the sofa and stood on the opposite one, looking proud and mighty.

"I want jelly!"

"I want cola!"

"I want milk tea!"

"Orange juice!"

"Hot pot!"

"Milk candy!"

Second Master Bo felt utterly defeated and unable to react. He, he had been carried back by his little girl?

Thankfully, it wasn't a princess carry.

Ten minutes later, the refrigerator was empty, and Ji Chuxing sat cross-legged on the sofa, surrounded by a mess of food, letting out a small burp.

Bo Yanchen wiped her mouth, "You can't eat any more."

Ji Chuxing looked at Bo Yanchen with sparkling eyes.

Bo Yanchen: "You can have two more jellies."