Song Xiwei is a strange person. Sometimes she is very picky, but other times she is very easy to accept. She is a contradictory person, but the light in her body never seems to dim.
What left Aoqian speechless was that Song Xiwei got drunk after drinking the villagers' fruit wine, and she got very drunk.
Aoqian was completely exhausted and had to take care of Song Xiwei, a drunkard, which made him extremely depressed.
Unfortunately, Song Xiwei, who had drunk too much, became very unruly.
His hands were randomly pinching and waving around on Aoqian's body.
Ao Qian gritted his teeth, "Song Xiwei! If you don't want those claws anymore, then go ahead and flail around!"
Before he could finish speaking, the claw pinched his face.
With a combination of pinching and pulling, Aoqian gasped in pain.
The drunken Song Xiwei was much more forceful in her grip than when she was sober, and Ao Qian, in pain and furious, yelled, "Take it off!"
After being scolded, Song Xiwei actually obediently lowered her hand.
She stood there blankly, staring at Aoqian with red eyes.
The difference between Song Xiwei's appearance now and when she is sober is too great.
She wouldn't normally be so obedient, much less look at me with such a pitiful expression.
For a fleeting moment, Ao Qian felt a pang of sympathy.
Is he really too fierce?
Song Xiwei just really liked pinching her own face.
Besides, hadn't I always tacitly allowed her to pinch him?
"Do you still want to pinch it?" Aoqian asked, forcing himself to speak, his tone much gentler than before.
Song Xiwei shook her head weakly, as if she was really frightened.
Aoqian was in a complete mess. Song Xiwei had never been so weak and aggrieved in front of him before.
But when Song Xiwei showed weakness and grievance, Aoqian's heart couldn't harden at all.
"I'll let you pinch my cheeks, are you not upset?" he said, leaning closer to her. Her cheeks were clearly a little swollen from being pinched, but he still offered them to her.
"No, I won't pinch you." She shook her head, looking aggrieved, and refused to pinch her anymore.
Aoqian couldn't describe how he felt. When Song Xiwei pinched his cheek and hurt him, he was angry that she didn't know her own strength.
But now that she's stopped pinching him, he feels uneasy and something's not right.
While Aoqian was in a daze, a small yellow dog walked by, and Song Xiwei suddenly hopped and skipped towards it.
By the time Aoqian realized what was happening, Song Xiwei's hand was already pinching the little yellow dog's ear.
She smiled and pinched and squeezed the little yellow dog here and there.
Aoqian stared at the little yellow dog, and for the first time he had the illusion that he was not even as good as a dog.
Because he was actually envious of that dog. Why could it...?
Song Xiwei's favorite thing to do was pinch her own face.
Ao Qian stepped forward to separate Song Xiwei and the dog, but Song Xiwei snapped at him fiercely, "Get out of my way! Don't get in the way of me and Xiao Huang!"
So you're calling him Little Huang now?
Ao felt a surge of irritation and reached out to tug at Song Xiwei, "It's time to go back to Fengbo Valley. Aren't you going to investigate the whereabouts of the Valley Master?"
Although Song Xiwei had been drinking, she had not completely lost her senses.
"Well, it's time to go back." As Song Xiwei stood up, she picked up the dog.
Ao Qian looked at her in surprise: "You're taking it back with you?"
“Of course, meeting is fate. It’s so cold, it would freeze to death if it stayed out here. Besides, I really like it.” Song Xiwei gently rubbed the little yellow dog’s head. “Will you come with me?”
Xiao Huang stuck out his tongue to lick Song Xiwei's face, but Ao Qian pulled him into his arms.
The little yellow dog howled, but Ao Qian used his powerful mental strength to suppress it: Shut up, stop barking!
The little yellow dog was actually stunned.
Song Xiwei yawned lazily, "Okay, you can hold it for me then."
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