"I'm not angry. It's getting late, young master, you should take your leave."

They said they weren't angry, but their intention to drive them away was quite clear.

Song Xiwei felt quite disappointed.

I never thought of it before, but now I feel that Aoqian values ​​women more than friends.

If he were painting for his sweetheart, he wouldn't do it; he's just too unreliable.

It's just that we haven't paid enough attention to it.

Enough, enough. How could I possibly compare to Master Ao Qianxin?

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

"I didn't mean to..." How could Aoqian just leave like that?

It seems that Song Xiwei was genuinely angry with herself.

He won't feel at ease stepping out of that door unless it's explained clearly.

Song Xiwei: "..."

"Please don't ignore me..." Aoqian looked at her cautiously.

Song Xi frowned slightly, unsure of what to say.

It was Aoqian who drew her so ugly, can't she even have a little emotion? Should she even pay attention to him? Why should she pay attention to him? She should just ignore him.

Song Xiwei pretended that Ao Qian did not exist and directly took off the hairpin.

After reverting to men's clothing, he didn't even glance at Aoqian before lying down with his back to him.

Ao Qian sighed, but he didn't leave; he just stood there in the same spot.

This was the first time in so many days that Song Xiwei had been lying on this warm jade bed for so long without falling asleep.

After a while, Song Xiwei sat up abruptly.

Ao Qian was indeed staring at her, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"I'll just ask you one question: would you draw your sweetheart to be uglier than me?" Song Xiwei asked, only realizing she had acted impulsively as soon as the question left her lips.

Asking that makes it sound like she's comparing herself to Aoqian's sweetheart.

Irrational.

But words spoken are like water spilled; once spoken, they cannot be taken back.

Fortunately, Aoqian didn't seem to notice anything and just answered very seriously, "I was wrong. You're not ugly. You're the most beautiful."

"Ha! If I remember correctly, Shaojun clearly said that your sweetheart is the most beautiful in the world, so how come it's me who's the most beautiful now?" Song Xiwei mentally gave Aoqian two words: hypocrite!

"I...I didn't lie to you, you are the most handsome, and he is just as handsome as you. You two are naturally..."

"Enough!!" Song Xiwei interrupted Aoqian before he could finish speaking.

She rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, and said, "Young Master, I'm just your subordinate. You don't need to flatter me or say things you don't mean. I was wrong just now; I was too emotional. Actually, even if you drew me ugly, it wouldn't matter. There's nothing I can't accept. I'm not angry anymore, really. You should go back and rest."

Aoqian frowned, hardly believing that Song Xiwei wasn't angry anymore.

He was still angry, and very angry at that.

"You have a bad temper. If I leave like this, you definitely won't talk to me tomorrow..." Aoqian murmured.

Seeing that he still hadn't left, Song Xiwei got up and got out of bed. "Fine, you like it here, right? I'll give it to you. I'm leaving."

Aoqian immediately stopped her, "No."

"Hey, Young Master, just give me a straight answer! What do you want?" Even Song Xiwei, with her good temper, was about to explode.

"Go ahead and curse me," Aoqian said weakly, his head bowed.

"Are you crazy? Why would I yell at you for no reason?!"

“Look, you insulted me, you said I’m sick…” Aoqian’s eyes immediately turned red.

"Yes, you're sick. If you weren't sick, would you stay up all night to draw me, make me look ugly, and then refuse to leave?"

Song Xiwei was going all out; she was ready to turn on anyone, everyone has a temper.

"Let's stop arguing, okay?" Aoqian knew he was in the wrong and didn't want to make things worse.

He only knew how to show weakness. He knew that Song Xiwei was the kind of person who would respond better to gentleness than force.

Song Xiwei snorted coldly, "I didn't argue with you."

"Then forgive me, okay?" Ao Qian seized the opportunity to press his advantage.