Song Xiwei's palms were tickled by Aoqian's breath.
She instinctively tried to move it further away, but just as she made that move, Ao Qian exhaled hot breath as he spoke, "Don't move."
Song Xiwei suddenly dared not move again.
Even though her palms were itchy, it was still better than having Aoqian constantly frowning.
She was in Aoqian's arms, looking up at him as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand. His deeply furrowed brows relaxed a bit, and even his handsome eyes softened.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Aoqian stopped. Song Xiwei looked around but saw nothing.
Aoqian carefully put her down before beginning to cast the spell.
Not long after, Song Xiwei saw a dozen or so young men, barely alive, huddled together in a corner like a human pyramid.
Song Xiwei wanted to go forward to investigate the situation, but Aoqian stopped her, saying, "I'll do it."
Song Xiwei did not try to be brave.
There's really nothing she can do to help right now.
Fortunately, there is potential.
I don't know when it started, but Aoqian has become a very reliable partner.
After checking on the condition of the group, Aoqian talked to each of them about their injuries and gave them some water.
Then he threw down a pile of food and said to the people, "Once you've recovered your strength, go out on your own."
After saying that, he turned around and pulled Song Xiwei away.
They didn't even bother to check how dumbfounded the rescued people were.
Song Xiwei was picked up by Aoqian again. She was still in a daze. Well, it was already very kind of Aoqian to come and save them.
How could we let Aoqian take them out one by one?
"Hand." Ao Qian's voice rang out from above.
Song Xiwei looked completely bewildered.
"Hands," Aoqian emphasized again.
Song Xiwei saw his lips moving and then realized what he meant.
She raised her hand and covered his mouth and nose.
Aoqian seemed to want to say something, his lips slightly pursed as he brushed against Song Xiwei's palm.
A tingling sensation ran through her palm, spreading down her arm...
Aoqian coughed and carried her out of the dry well.
The light outside was much better than down below, and Song Xiwei could clearly see Ao Qian's face, ears, and neck, which were abnormally red.
For some reason, the thought of Ao Qian's lips touching my palm just now...
Song Xiwei subconsciously tried to rub away the itching on her palm, as if something needed to be calmed.
Once outside the stinking mansion, Song Xiwei immediately removed her hand and said to Aoqian, "Put me down, Young Master."
Her hand hung down by her side and rubbed against her clothes. Strangely, the itch in her palm seemed to have moved to the tip of her heart.
She only glanced at Aoqian, but couldn't help noticing his lips.
Then, for no apparent reason, my heart trembled.
"Did Young Master have something to say to me just now?" Song Xiwei forced herself to remain calm.
She felt she was overreacting because his lips had brushed against her palm.
I've given Aoqian breathing exercises before, but back then it was just lips touching, and I didn't think about it as much as I do now...
She felt it must be because of her current physical condition, which made her more like an ordinary person, that she was thinking too much and all sorts of random things.
Aoqian did have something to say, but when he accidentally brushed against her palm, his mind went completely blank. Even now, his ears are burning, and his cheeks and neck are burning so badly that he can't get rid of the heat.
He had absolutely no way to deal with Song Xiwei.
This oppressive, restrained, unbearable... chaotic state of being all alone, he didn't know how long it would last.
Under Song Xiwei's gaze, he could only dodge and casually asked, "The matter of the sorcerer is over. Are you going to say goodbye to Meng Shu? Or would you like to take a stroll around Sheng Kingdom?"
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