Xiao Zhuang said sullenly, "I know, I know what I'm doing."
Turning her head, Aoqian was displeased. "Are you going to abandon me again?"
"Um, isn't it because the disciples within the network need you?" Song Xiwei felt that Ao Qian's use of those two words was a bit strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
It was as if I had wronged him.
“If his master also falls into demonic possession, and I’m not around to suppress him with my bloodline, how will you subdue him?” Ao Qian asked.
Song Xi was in a dilemma. This place was a peak-valley area, suppressed by magic. If he were to force his way out, the backlash would double, which was not worth it.
But sometimes, even with the risk of backlash, when lives are at stake, one has no choice but to take action.
Ke Aoqian's bloodline suppression is not included in this category, as it has no backlash and is extremely useful.
Song Xiwei looked at Xiao Zhuang, who was speechless. She didn't want Song Xiwei to be with Aoqian, and she didn't want herself to be with Aoqian either.
Fortunately, Haoran was there, so Song Xiwei and Aoqian weren't alone together.
"There shouldn't be any problems within the network for now. We'll make plans after you're done with your work. I'll keep a close eye on things," Xiao Zhuang said.
Song Xiwei nodded upon hearing this, "Alright."
Turning around, Aoqian's expression finally softened a bit.
Just as Song Xiwei was about to speak to Haoran, Aoqian subtly moved between her and Haoran.
Haoran paused for a moment, then spoke to Song Xiwei across Aoqian: "I'll take you to Master's residence."
Song Xiwei could only see the hair crown on Haoran's head; she couldn't even see his face, as it was completely obscured by Aoqian.
Song Xi chuckled and leaned closer to Aoqian's ear, "Your face is very beautiful, but you can't block my view of others."
Ao Qian's face suddenly darkened. "Did you come here just to have fun?"
Song Xiwei was taken aback by the question, but still shook her head, "Of course not."
"Then why are you looking at other people's faces?"
"..."
"Is my face ugly?"
"I didn't say it looked bad."
"So you're just tired of seeing it?"
"Who said that! That's not true."
Song Xiwei reached out to pinch Ao Qian's cheek, but Ao Qian slapped her hand hard, which hurt quite a bit. This kid showed no mercy at all.
She held her reddened hand to Aoqian's face, saying, "It hurts so much! Young Master, you're so mean!"
"Serves you right." Ao Qian sneered.
Song Xiwei blew on the back of her hand and said, "Young Master, you're so fierce, you'll scare your future wife away!"
Upon hearing her words, Aoqian's pursed lips lifted slightly. "It's alright, we can let him get used to it in advance."
After saying those words, Aoqian was stunned, and subconsciously realized that he had actually...
Song Xiwei didn't realize what Aoqian had said; she just rubbed the red marks on the back of her hand while looking around.
The peaks and valleys were covered in snow, all white and misty. The snow underfoot felt like cotton. Ao Qian was wearing her cloak, and whether he was sulking or something, his cheeks were puffed out, making him look like a punching bag. Because of his cold temperament, two complex and contradictory styles were mixed together.
Suddenly, Song Xiwei got playful, bent down, grabbed two handfuls of snow, and slapped them at Aoqian's face.
Aoqian immediately saw through her and acted swiftly, grabbing her hand with his two hands, which were much larger than hers.
They each wrapped up the snow in her hands.
Haoran walked on and then lost sight of the two men. When he turned around, he saw the two legendary handsome men childishly fighting each other in the snow.
But this is the most beautiful scene Haoran has ever seen since birth.
These two individuals have brought boundless vitality to this once unchanging landscape of peaks and valleys.
The playful fight between the two ended with Song Xiwei begging for forgiveness.
"Young lord, let's call a truce, shall we?"
"Was there a mistake?"
"Young Master, I was wrong."
"Will you dare to do it again next time?"
"...No."
No sooner had she finished speaking than, taking advantage of Aoqian's inattention, the chilling hand, chilled by the snow, slipped into Aoqian's neck. Song Xi, having succeeded, smiled so hard that her eyes disappeared. "Young Master, you're so naive. But, your neck feels so warm, hahaha!"
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