Ao Qian noticed that Song Xiwei's hands on his waist were restless, moving here and touching there.
He was very uncomfortable. If it were anyone else, their hand would have been broken long before they even touched him.
But that person was Song Xiwei...
Aoqian even inexplicably felt that he did not object to her doing this, and even wanted her hand to linger a little longer.
Although being touched by Song Xiwei wasn't pleasant, Aoqian didn't reject Song Xiwei's physical contact with him; in fact, he secretly relished these actions.
He couldn't explain it himself; it was as if he had contracted a strange illness, an illness related to Song Xiwei, but he was unwilling to recover and instead found pleasure in it.
Song Xiwei successfully led Aoqian out of the trial grounds while Aoqian remained dazed and offered no resistance.
After they came out, Song Xiwei didn't immediately let go of Aoqian. Instead, she led him to a secluded spot before releasing him. "Check yourself to see if you have any other injuries! If you need me to apply medicine..."
Aoqian suddenly thought this to himself and said it aloud, even with a hint of anticipation, "I don't know either. I don't feel much pain from the wound. How about I take it off and you take a look?"
When Song Xi met Ao Qian's gaze, she remained open and honest.
I treat him like a younger brother; I was just checking his wound, there's nothing awkward about it.
She said very frankly, "Okay, will you take it off yourself or should I help you?"
Aoqian let out a dry "Mmm".
This "hmm" is quite interesting. After he finished speaking, he remained motionless, clearly indicating that the "hmm" meant she was coming.
What's even more interesting about Aoqian is that while he was glancing at Song Xiwei out of the corner of his eye, his ears involuntarily turned red.
Her clothes were peeled away like an onion, and Song Xiwei stared at his fair back, waist, and abdomen...
“There are no external injuries,” Song Xiwei said.
Just as she was about to help Aoqian close his clothes, Aoqian interrupted her: "Won't he have internal injuries?"
Song Xiwei: "..."
Will it?
Aoqian looked fine.
If it's an internal injury, you'll have to touch his head and probe into his spiritual consciousness.
When Song Xiwei placed her hand on Aoqian's head, Aoqian closed his eyes, allowing Song Xiwei to successfully probe into his spiritual consciousness.
A moment later, the hand was removed.
Song Xi chuckled softly, "Have you made enough of a scene?"
Ao Qian opened his eyes, his face flushed.
Did Song Xiwei notice?
For some reason, he felt a little flustered.
"You're like a little kid, do you have to be so cute, Young Master?" Song Xiwei couldn't resist reaching out to pinch Aoqian's face.
Unexpectedly, just as her hand was about to touch Aoqian's face, Aoqian angrily slapped it away.
"I'm a child, what are you?" Aoqian said angrily, his face dark.
"You still say you're not a child, getting angry so easily." Song Xiwei shook her head helplessly, her hand red from being slapped by this guy.
Ao Qian became sullen.
“I’m only a month younger than you,” he emphasized.
Song Xi nodded slightly, "They're still younger than me. And..."
What Song Xiwei wanted to say was that although she was only a month older than him, she had far more experience than him. Experience makes people mature, unlike Aoqian, who grew up in the same environment for many years. Apart from being cold and violent by nature, he was actually quite cunning, but sometimes he was genuinely innocent.
Aoqian didn't want to hear these things; she always felt that Song Xiwei didn't treat her and herself as equals.
He doesn't need this kind of older brother's indulgence towards his younger brother.
"Did you bring any money?" Aoqian suddenly asked.
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