Song Xiwei felt as if Ao Qian was staring a huge hole into her back.

If I continue to argue with him, it would seem like I'm making myself look like a coward.

In Aoqian's eyes, there was no difference between men and women, nor any messy relationship between them; they were simply superiors and subordinates.

He was worried about getting hurt because I was helping him get his medicine, that's all.

And I really shouldn't have been so sensitive.

After comforting herself like this, Song Xiwei turned her back to Ao Qian and loosened her collar, revealing the shoulder that Ao Qian had pressed on.

Sure enough, several bluish-purple marks from finger imprints were clearly visible on her fair and rounded shoulders.

Aoqian watched as Song Xiwei tightly covered her collar, concealing everything except her shoulders.

He chuckled to himself, recalling the time when Song Xiwei had torn open his clothes to change his medicine and treat his poison.

How come Song Xiwei can touch him however she wants, but when he tries to look at Song Xiwei's injuries, it's as if he's done something to her?

She looked just like a flower bud about to bloom, glistening with dew, its branches trembling slightly, yet completely wrapped up in green leaves, with only a tender bud peeking out occasionally, as if testing the waters, as if provoking them.

He found himself with a dry mouth.

When I came to my senses, I realized that my analogy was inappropriate.

Song Xiwei is beautiful, but he is a man.

Who would turn a man into a flower? If Song Xiwei knew that she had thought of him this way, she would definitely argue with her.

Xiao Zhuang threw a bundle of firewood on the ground, looked at Song Xiwei's disheveled clothes, and then at Ao Qian, whose cheeks were flushed, leaning close to Song Xiwei's neck.

This scene was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for her.

"Ah!! You lecherous scoundrel!! You shameless pervert! I'll kill you!"

Xiao Zhuang is serious.

His fist was imbued with magical power, aimed at smashing Aoqian's head.

Aoqian frowned, speechless at the sudden appearance and sudden madness of Xiaozhuang.

Just as the fist was about to land, Song Xiwei reached out and wrapped her hand around Xiao Zhuang's hand.

"Xiao Zhuang, calm down!"

"How can you expect me to calm down! I was just out for a little while, how could this happen..." Xiao Zhuang's eyes were red, and she pouted pitifully, "He, he's a beast, how could he do this to you..."

"What are you thinking about with that little head of yours?" Song Xi shook her head slightly.

Xiao Zhuang felt extremely wronged and pointed at Ao Qian behind Song Xiwei: "He, he was just lying on your neck, I saw him making advances towards you..."

"You're mistaken. Look, I have a shoulder injury. He was just looking at my injury. Besides, Shaojun and I are both grown men, there's nothing to be shy about." Song Xiwei was afraid that Xiao Zhuang would let something slip and expose her, so she quickly tried to steer the conversation back to the fact that she was now a man.

However, before Xiao Zhuang could be calmed down by Song Xiwei, Ao Qian saw that Song Xiwei was so open and direct in showing her shoulder to Xiao Zhuang.

Aoqian's gaze deepened, and his hand, hidden in his sleeve, unconsciously clenched tighter.

He had asked to see Song Xiwei's shoulder, said so much, and threatened her with medication before she agreed.

However, this woman named Xiao Zhuang was just throwing a tantrum...

Are they siblings?

A bizarre sibling relationship.

Aoqian felt extremely uncomfortable seeing Xiaozhuang and Song Xiwei standing together so intimately.

A sense of unease settled over him; Aoqian didn't want to continue watching the two of them being so affectionate.

Without saying a word, he started to walk out.

Song Xi hesitated for a moment, straightened her clothes, and was about to chase after him with the bottle of medicine when Xiao Zhuang grabbed her arm. "Don't go, don't look for him, tell him to get lost!"