She was talking about us!

We're so close!

Did she mean it the way she thought she did?

You've already told yourself "we," but you haven't even taken your hand and let him hold it...

It's okay if we don't hold hands, but it's okay if I just pinch his cheek, right?

Why aren't they here yet?

She clearly said it was about us...

What are you waiting for?

Aoqian stared blankly at Song Xiwei, his mind already racing with countless guesses.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Ao Qian's lips moved, feeling his throat was a little dry, and his voice was indeed slightly hoarse, "Weren't we supposed to do something important together? Why, why haven't we started yet?"

After asking the question, Ao Qian's ears turned bright red, and his heart pounded erratically.

"Why are you more anxious than I am?" Song Xi looked at Ao Qian with surprise.

It seemed strange that Aoqian hadn't even asked him what this important matter was before urging him on.

This is quite different from the meticulous and thoughtful Aoqian I knew.

"I... I wasn't in a hurry. I was just afraid you'd feel embarrassed, so I took the initiative to ask you... I didn't mean to rush you..." After saying this, Aoqian's face was completely red, and his neck was also flushed.

Seeing that Aoqian's face was visibly flushed red, Song Xiwei suddenly became very worried, "What happened to your face?"

Aoqian: "..." Is this the time to worry about what's wrong with his face?

Isn't it more important to accomplish great things?

Just as he was feeling down, he saw Song Xiwei's hand reaching out towards him.

Ao Qian held his breath. It's coming, it's coming, it's finally coming.

He felt his palms getting sweaty.

However, Song Xiwei's hand stopped around his face, keeping a slight distance without touching it.

Aoqian: "???" Why did we stop halfway through?

Aoqian's heart pounded even harder.

Song Xiwei looked at his flushed face with a troubled expression. "Why is your face and neck so red from the heat? Let me fan you and you'll feel cooler."

Sure enough, as soon as Song Xiwei finished speaking, she started fanning her face with her hand, standing a little distance away.

Because of the activation of magic, the wind was quite strong, making Aoqian's hair dance in the wind.

The wind calmed Aoqian's heart inexplicably, and the temperature on his face returned to normal.

"Are you not hot anymore?" Song Xiwei looked smug as she saw his complexion return to its fair state. "Just tell me if you're hot next time, and I'll make sure you stay cool!"

Ao Qian: "..."

Suddenly, Aoqian seemed deflated, sullen and listless, a stark contrast to Song Xiwei's expectation that he would be enthusiastic after cooling off.

Song Xiwei then proceeded to explain her entire plan to Aoqian in detail.

Aoqian was in a low mood throughout.

"What do you think?" After finishing her long speech, Song Xiwei asked Aoqian for confirmation.

Aoqian remained listless. "You decide what to do."

"Don't you have anything to add?" Song Xiwei felt that her plan might not be comprehensive and still needed Aoqian's refinement.

Aoqian didn't know what was wrong with him.

He clearly had a whole affair to attend to, and he knew that everything Song Xiwei was doing was to help him fight against the Six Realms, fight against the enemies in the shadows, help him return to the Demon Clan, and reclaim everything that belonged to him.

But I just can't seem to muster the energy.

Because when Song Xiwei said "we're doing something important," although she meant "we," she meant something else entirely, not the intimate relationship he imagined between them...

Aoqian didn't know why, but he couldn't suppress his dejection.

She felt like she was under a spell, and she was very bothered by it. She really wanted to interrupt Song Xiwei and make her stop. She could pinch her face first, or hold her hand, and then she could continue talking about those things.