On her last night in Penglai, Song Xiwei did not plan to sleep in her room.

Instead, I wanted to go for a walk on the beach.

Penglai is most famous for its seascape, and tonight the sea was dotted with starlight, which captivated her.

Thinking about the future, I gradually started to doze off.

Until a cloak fell onto his shoulders.

Before that hand could be pulled away, she had already pressed it down.

Looking back groggily, I saw the man's panicked expression, which he hadn't yet managed to conceal.

We just looked into each other's eyes.

Forgetting the anxiety she had felt these past few days, she was overjoyed to see him. She stared at him closely, making sure he was safe and sound, and then without hesitation, she got up and hugged him tightly.

Rather than saying she hugged him, it would be more accurate to say she threw herself into his arms.

Her frame is much smaller than his, which makes the difference even more obvious when you compare them.

The moment Aoqian embraced her, his hands instinctively wanted to hug her back, but for some reason, he restrained himself and let his hands fall to his sides.

Song Xiwei hugged Aoqian tightly around the waist, burying her face in his chest. She felt a little embarrassed, and her eyes stung uncontrollably.

He couldn't hide his excitement as he spoke, "Where have you been these past few days?"

Aoqian didn't answer her, but his frantic heartbeat betrayed how calm he had been these past few days, how much he had wanted to let her go and let himself go. At this moment, all of that was in vain.

"Why are you alone at the beach?" Aoqian replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

Song Xiwei released Aoqian and stepped out of his embrace.

Aoqian felt a sudden emptiness in his heart. The brief warmth she left in his arms was rapidly dissipating. He desperately wanted to grasp something, but it seemed that the more anxious he was, the faster that thing disappeared.

Song Xiwei looked deeply at Aoqian. She felt that although she hadn't seen the young man for only a few days, she could no longer understand him.

He stood there silently, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He seemed to blend into the mysterious night, yet he refused to let her get close to him.

Sensing the distance between herself and Aoqian, Song Xiwei felt an even stronger pang of jealousy.

"Young Master, you..."

Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, she suddenly heard footsteps and laughter coming from not far away.

"Put this on!" Song Xiwei subconsciously didn't want Aoqian to be exposed, so she took out the hairpin that was her natal magic weapon.

Once Aoqian puts it on, he will transform into a woman.

Fearing that Aoqian might be unwilling, she spoke softly, coaxing and cajoling, "Young Master, please be kind and help me. I'm really frightened by the enthusiasm of these female disciples from Penglai. Just disguise yourself as a woman and help me fend off the unwanted attention. If you ever need my help in the future, I will do my best to help you!"

How could Aoqian refuse Song Xiwei?

Moreover, when he heard that Song Xiwei was unwilling to pay attention to those female disciples and instead wanted him to pretend to be her other half, Aoqian was overjoyed.

Dressing up as a woman is fine; although the experience wasn't great before, this time is different.

This time, Song Xiwei took the initiative to ask him to be her other half in order to ward off unwanted suitors.

Aoqian finally had a legitimate reason to stand by her side.

How could he refuse?

"Then remember, you owe me one, and you'll have to pay it back in the future." Ao Qian was secretly happy to help her, but he still pretended to haggle with a stiff mouth.

Song Xiwei was probably really tired of being pestered by those female disciples, and her mind was elsewhere, so she didn't suspect Aoqian's ulterior motives at all.

"Yes, yes, yes, I owe you, I will definitely repay you!" She just wanted Aoqian to put on the hairpin as soon as possible, and absolutely no one could discover Aoqian's existence.