Ao Qian howled in pain, "Song Xiwei! What are you doing! Shut up—"

Song Xiwei loosened her grip, but then switched sides and continued biting.

Aoqian felt he was about to be disfigured.

Song Xiwei hasn't let him off the hook yet.

It hurt a lot; he could feel that Song Xiwei was very angry.

But he silently gave up resisting.

It doesn't matter if he's disfigured; it'll just be a good opportunity for Song Xiwei to solidify his position as her fiancé.

Thinking of this, Aoqian reached out and hugged Song Xiwei.

He even patted her on the back encouragingly, a silent signal to keep going, saying it would be better if she were disfigured.

Song Xiwei had vented her anger enough and felt that Aoqian should know he was wrong and wouldn't dare to provoke her again.

Only then did they let Aoqian go.

Looking at Ao Qian's face, which was now unbearable to look at, Song Xi frowned slightly. It seemed she had gone a little too far...

It looks rather scary.

Won't Aoqian cling to me?

After thinking for a moment, Song Xiwei steeled herself, offered her face, and handed Aoqian a knife.

"I don't know if your face will be disfigured. How about this, you disfigure my face, and we'll be even." As soon as Song Xiwei finished speaking, the knife in her hand was knocked away by Ao Qian.

Ao Qian forcefully gripped his chin. "Even? You wish!"

Ao Qian pressed down on the back of her head...

Her voice was completely swallowed up.

I'm going to die...

Song Xiwei never knew that she could be so vulnerable.

When I woke up, I felt utterly ashamed.

The mark on Aoqian's face was still quite noticeable.

There were no signs of injury on her face, and Aoqian did not retaliate against her face.

But he pressed her down...

They retaliated in another way.

The thought of being robbed of his breath, losing himself to the point of his soul leaving his body, finally caused him to faint from the unbearable pain.

She felt incredibly ashamed.

She covered her burning face and ignored Aoqian.

The fierceness and anger that had surrounded Ao Qian had long since dissipated.

Seeing that Song Xiwei wasn't looking at him, he weakly reached out and poked her arm. "Hey, are you angry?"

"Why, why did you do that..." Although some things did happen, it was actually not good for her and Aoqian to be together so frequently...

They weren't truly in love.

I feel like this is inappropriate.

Aoqian doesn't really like her, how could he...

But she was even angrier at herself for not being able to push him away.

Why did I let myself indulge in that moment?

She wasn't so fragile that she couldn't push Aoqian away.

But why?

Song Xiwei couldn't understand Aoqian, let alone her own heart.

She was plunged into unprecedented confusion.

"Ouch, my face hurts so much... Am I really going to be disfigured? Song Xiwei, did you bring any medicine? Can you put some on for me..." How could Aoqian answer her why she was acting like that?

He knew that the time was almost right and he couldn't push Song Xiwei too hard.

It's time to stop.

So he used his own injuries to distract Song Xiwei.

Sure enough, Song Xiwei's attention was immediately diverted.

Her anger was quickly replaced by self-reproach.

He was consumed by rage and lost his mind, so he rushed towards Yao Si'ao.

The face was indeed badly injured...

It was originally her favorite face, the one she loved to pinch, but because of a moment of anger, it was covered in scars.

Song Xiwei's eyes turned red.

"Does it hurt a lot? I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that..." She blew on the wound tenderly.

Aoqian cried out in pain, "It really hurts! Can't you feel sorry for me?"

"I feel so sorry for you, so sorry. I'll help you apply the medicine, I'll be gentle..." she said softly to Aoqian, her eyes red.

When Aoqian was getting the medicine from Song Xiwei, the corners of his lips curled up slightly where Song Xiwei couldn't see him.

This injury, this pain, seems to be worth it.

Song Xiwei carefully applied the medicine to Aoqian, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "You should have let me be disfigured too. If I act impulsively again, I'll think of today and I'll control myself. You should have been harsher on me so I could learn a lesson..."