To save all living beings, the villainous Demon Lord's plan to redeem himself is urgent.
Song Xiwei abandons her feminine guise and transforms into a handsome young man, infiltrating the ...
The others simply fanned Weng and served her tea and snacks, all looking at the man beside her with envious expressions.
Song Xiwei was puzzled as to why Aoqian would make her see such a scene.
Although the scene seemed harmonious, Song Xiwei could already tell how colorful and colorful Weng's love life was.
“Weng is just the head of a small branch of the Locust Forest. Can’t you see how devoted her family is to her?” Aoqian said, feeling frustrated.
Song Xi nodded, slightly bewildered. "I saw it, but what does it have to do with us? What are you angry about, Your Majesty?"
Ao Qian almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He glared at Song Xiwei, his eyes practically shooting sparks.
"I am the mighty Demon Lord! And now I'm being outshone by a mere lackey from a minor branch? And you, as my fiancé, think this has nothing to do with us?"
"Huh? This..." Song Xiwei snapped out of her daze from Aoqian's angry tone, and she seemed to understand.
Aoqian is concerned about his reputation; he feels inferior to Weng and is unhappy about it...
Hmm, I never noticed before that he was so fond of comparing himself to others? Well, maybe it's because he's now the Demon Lord, and a ruler can't tolerate being outdone by others.
She could understand.
So, Song Xiwei looked at Aoqian with great patience and asked him, "If we've been outdone, then let's try our best and beat them back! What does Your Majesty think?"
"You're just sitting there like a wooden post, how are you going to outdo them?" Aoqian's lips twitched as he asked her in return.
Song Xi was slightly taken aback, but she reacted quickly. She was someone who was not afraid of difficulties, faced challenges head-on, and did not easily compromise.
Glancing at the way Weng and the man beside her were interacting, Song Xiwei gritted her teeth, feeling like she was going all out. As long as she could help Aoqian regain face, everything else could wait.
After making up her mind, Song Xiwei got up and walked to Aoqian's side, then said directly to Aoqian, "Your Majesty, please get up."
Aoqian was puzzled as to what she was trying to do.
But I did it anyway.
As soon as Ao Qian got up, Song Xiwei plopped down in his seat.
Ao Qian: "???"
Even the woman opposite, Weng, who was being served with a rosy face, looked over in surprise at Song Xiwei.
"Come, Your Majesty, sit on my lap." Song Xi patted her thigh, her smile even brighter than Weng's. "Although I can't marry you right away, our love for each other must be as strong as anyone else's."
I almost bit my tongue off when I said that.
Her face was burning, but Song Xiwei was truly going all out.
Just treat it as a competition with others, so naturally you have to show your competitive spirit!
Aoqian glanced at Song Xiwei in surprise, stunned and his heart pounding.
Song Xiwei thought about it for a moment. Now that she was Aoqian's fiancé, she should naturally take the initiative.
She had to match the level of affection those people showed towards Weng, and even surpass their enthusiasm, so that Aoqian wouldn't be outdone.
So, Song Xiwei reached out and pulled Aoqian directly into her arms.
Aoqian was much taller than her, and although he looked slender, he was very upright. If she were just an ordinary mortal, it would be very difficult for her to support Aoqian's weight.
Fortunately, Song Xiwei has never forgotten to strengthen her body during her cultivation over the years, so her physical foundation is quite good.
Holding onto a potential talent isn't necessarily a sign of insufficient resilience.
Aoqian was clearly stiff and very unnatural.
Song Xiwei gently patted his shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and whispered soothingly, "Your Majesty, relax. I am your fiancé. Didn't you say that I have to be closer to you than to others?"
Aoqian didn't reject Song Xiwei's actions; on the contrary, he loved them.
The reason he was stiff all over was because he was too scared, or even not in time to react. How could the white moonlight, the cinnabar mole, the unattainable person he had been longing for suddenly be so proactive and enthusiastic?
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