Xiao Zhuang himself didn't even realize that he could laugh as he watched this scene and say to Ao Qian behind his back, "Don't drop my Brother Wei!"
Aoqian naturally ignored Xiaozhuang's words, but he whispered to Song Xiwei, "Don't worry, I won't drop you."
Song Xiwei wasn't that pretentious; being carried by Aoqian was still awkward.
Especially since I'm supposed to be a "big man" now, why am I acting so weak?
What's even more frustrating is that it seems like there's an overabundance of peach blossoms.
No sooner had one demon princess passed away than another appeared!
What's even more awkward is that he's a man now. It's normal for women to have feelings for him, but it's even stranger that he's attracting men.
But Aoqian was still holding her, which made Song Xiwei even more awkward.
She had no choice but to say something to break the strange atmosphere, "Your demonic energy was overflowing just now, what happened?"
Ao Qian remained silent, his elbows holding her stiffening slightly.
Song Xiwei asked, "You didn't use demonic magic when you faced danger in the trial grounds before, so why did you do it today?"
Aoqian glanced down at the person in his arms, his thin lips moved slightly, and he answered irrelevantly, "You don't seem to care about his offense." His tone was dull and tinged with dissatisfaction.
Song Xiwei said, "So you're doing this to help me get revenge? Actually, there's no need. From the moment he decided to turn to evil, he was completely kicked out of my ranks."
Song Xiwei is a person who clearly distinguishes between what he likes and dislikes.
Aoqian was still dissatisfied. "Although he didn't succeed, his verbal abuse was still unpleasant. You are my subordinate, you are my person. His disrespect towards you has made me lose face!"
Aoqian voiced his accusations to Song Xiwei, but he still felt unsatisfied.
The overflowing demonic energy didn't bother him; he only felt a deep unease in his heart that he hadn't been able to shatter Hao Ran into a million pieces.
Song Xiwei sensed that Aoqian's emotions were extremely unstable. She reached out and gently rubbed Aoqian's face, making sure not to hurt him.
He said in a reassuring tone, "I'm used to it. This face is destined to attract a lot of attention."
Upon hearing this, Ao Qian remained silent.
Song Xiwei's appearance was indeed exceptionally outstanding. Even though he was once the most admired star in the Demon Clan and loved by countless people, he was still captivated and mesmerized by Song Xiwei's beauty after seeing her.
Perhaps it was because so many similar things had happened that Song Xiwei was able to remain so calm and unconcerned.
Even so, Aoqian was still unhappy.
It feels like something that belongs to me is being coveted by someone else.
What frustrated him even more was that Song Xiwei didn't seem to have any sense of who she belonged to.
Because she exudes charm everywhere she goes, it seems that even she herself thinks it's a very normal thing.
For example, right now, her hand is pinching his face, so close, she winks playfully, her beautiful eyes sending flirtatious glances, absolutely stunning.
Aoqian gasped for breath, realizing that even if he were to do something similar to Haoran to express his feelings for her, Song Xiwei would still treat him with such indifference.
Suddenly, I realized that besides being angry, I was also feeling bitter inside.
After putting Song Xiwei down, Aoqian left without saying a word.
Song Xiwei sensed something was wrong with him and, fearing he might go to Haoran to silence him, called out to him, "Young Master."
Even without turning around, Aoqian could guess what Song Xiwei's expression was like. She had that ability; even a casual, ambiguous smile from her could make hearts race.
Aoqian had his back to Song Xiwei, his spine almost stiff.
Song Xiwei walked over and circled around to stand in front of him. "Say what you want to say, ask what you want to ask, don't hold it in, okay?"
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