Beneath Song Xiwei's radiant smile, Aoqian's face grew increasingly red and hot. This time, his gaze did not waver; he stared intently at her, as if he wanted to remember this moment forever.

The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, until a knock came at the door. It was Xiao Zhuang's voice, "Um, Wei-ge, when are you coming over to sleep? My bed's made, I'll go to sleep first, or should I wait for you?"

Song Xiwei didn't think much of it and casually replied, "No need to wait for me, you go to sleep first."

Xiao Zhuang said "Oh" and then stopped bothering him.

When Song Xiwei came to her senses, she saw Aoqian across from her frowning and glaring at her. She didn't know what was wrong with him; he had suddenly become angry.

"That woman named Xiao Zhuang, she slept with you?" Ao Qian's pronunciation suddenly became more forceful.

Before Song Xiwei could speak, Ao Qian said in a muffled voice, "You said you would protect me closely! Of course you have to sleep with me!"

Song Xiwei: "..." She was shocked.

Has this young lord suddenly become so clingy?

“Men and women shouldn’t touch each other. It’s not appropriate for you to sleep with her.” After exchanging glances with Song Xiwei, Aoqian stammered as he explained, “If word gets out, people will gossip.”

Song Xiwei didn't say anything; she just had a headache.

That brat Xiao Zhuang probably can't accept sleeping in the same room as Ao Qian.

Besides, although she is now dressed as a man, she is still a girl at heart. She only shared a room with him because she was worried that Aoqian was injured and needed someone to take care of him.

Now, naturally...

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Aoqian frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Song Xiwei, what's with that expression?"

Song Xiwei hurriedly explained, "It's like this, Young Master, I snore and grind my teeth when I sleep..."

Upon hearing this, Aoqian said nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? We're all men, there's no need for so many formalities. I don't mind."

Song Xiwei: "..."

How come this previously pretentious young lord has suddenly become so tolerant and easy to talk to?

Oh well, fine, let's just share a room then.

It took a lot of effort to get him to lower his guard and let me stay by his side. I'll try to communicate with him again after we get to know each other better.

That night, Ao Qian slept on the bed, while Song Xiwei slept on the floor.

Song Xiwei was half asleep when she heard Aoqian's voice, barely audible, say, "No wonder I had a strange feeling when I first met you. It turns out you and my mother are from the same sect."

"Huh? Young Master, what did you say? Speak louder?" Song Xiwei opened her eyes with a start.

Aoqian didn't continue what he was saying before, his tone somewhat heavy, "But Song Xiwei, if you won't let me use the sacrificial spell, when will I be able to avenge my parents? I don't care at all whether I become the Demon Lord or not, but the blood feud of my parents must be avenged, I can't wait a moment longer!"

Song Xiwei understood Aoqian's inner suffering. He was burdened with a blood feud and was now hiding, suffering torment every moment.

"Then I'll do my best and try not to keep our young lord waiting too long!"

Song Xiwei's words were very serious, more like a promise.

Aoqian opened his dark eyes, but in the darkness, he couldn't see Song Xiwei's expression clearly; he could only make out her general outline.

He finally showed a relaxed smile, something he hadn't seen in so many days.

Whether Song Xiwei sensed something or not, her voice was tinged with laughter as she spoke, "Young Master, just you wait and see. I am a peerless master with exceptional talent, praised by my grandmaster as I grew up! If it weren't for the innocent people of Chidu, wiping them out would be no difficult task!"