Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, Xiao Zhuang interrupted her, "I'm not going back! Wherever you are, I'll be there!"
At this critical moment, she left. What if Song Xiwei does something she'll regret if she's not thinking clearly?
No, she has to stay, keep an eye on her, and keep her alert.
Seeing Xiao Zhuang's calculating expression, Song Xiwei asked, "You're not planning to stay and cause trouble for Aoqian, are you?"
"Hey! Sister Wei, what you're saying really hurts me. I stayed here because I was worried about you and wanted to be there to help you. But all you care about is Aoqian? You're only worried about him? We've been growing up together since we were kids..."
Xiao Zhuang suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.
She sensed that Song Xiwei had changed.
Especially after meeting Aoqian, she only cared about Aoqian and completely ignored herself.
Xiao Zhuang was extremely upset. "I'm going to find Aoqian and fight him right now! Sister Wei, just tell me, whose side are you on!"
Seeing that Xiao Zhuang was serious, Song Xiwei quickly grabbed her arm, "Xiao Zhuang, please be gentle, don't make trouble, okay?"
"I don't care! I can't swallow this! My bond with you, that we grew up together, can't compete with this guy who just popped up out of nowhere? I'm not reconciled!"
Xiao Zhuang angrily shouted at the door, "Ao Qian, get out here! Let's fight to the death! Ugh..."
With Song Xiwei covering his mouth, Xiao Zhuang grunted like a pig.
The door opened, and Ao Qian walked out.
Ao Qian was just searching everywhere for a way to restore Song Xiwei.
Hearing Xiao Zhuang's roar, he subconsciously thought that something had happened to Song Xiwei.
Upon opening the door, he saw Song Xiwei half-embracing Xiao Zhuang, her hand covering Xiao Zhuang's face. The two were pressed tightly together, their intimacy piercing Ao Qian's eyes.
"Young Master, why are you out here? Go back and rest, we're leaving now!" Song Xiwei tried to brush it off.
However, just as she was about to pull Xiao Zhuang away, Ao Qian coldly struck her with a palm.
That palm strike, delivered from a distance, did not harm Song Xiwei, but it cleaved Xiao Zhuang away from her.
Xiao Zhuang convulsed in pain and couldn't get up from the ground for a long time.
Song Xiwei rushed over to check on Xiao Zhuang's injuries, but Ao Qian grabbed her.
"Do you want her to suffer again?" Aoqian's meaning was clear: if Song Xiwei dared to go over there, he would take drastic measures.
Song Xiwei broke free from Ao Qian, "Are you crazy? She's Xiao Zhuang!!"
"I don't care who she is!!" Ao Qian roared.
Especially now, I can't bear to hear Song Xiwei mention that name.
If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Zhuang was Song Xiwei's fellow disciple, he would have already annihilated her.
"Are you out of your mind?! You hit her so hard! Let go, I've changed my mind, I want to... um..."
Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, Ao Qian covered her mouth and dragged her into the house.
Xiao Zhuang convulsed in pain on the ground for a while before losing consciousness and fainting.
Inside the room, Song Xiwei was pressed against the door by Ao Qian. Ao Qian's breath fell on her head, carrying a heavy, restrained tone, as if he were on the verge of some kind of explosion.
"Mmm..."
Ao Qian still covered her mouth with his hand. He was very strong and hit Song Xiwei's teeth. Song Xiwei's eyes turned slightly red.
"Mmm... let go..." she mumbled incoherently.
Ao Qian's eyes were bloodshot, and his suppressed voice trembled, "You change your mind so easily for someone else! What am I to you?"
Aoqian's tone was full of frustration and pain.
It was as if he had suffered immense torment during his long struggle.
Now it seems as fragile as if it has lost half its life.
Scalding tears fell and flowed down Song Xiwei's neck, burning her heart and causing a sharp, aching pain.
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