However, the words "the one I love" were mentioned by Ao Qianyi again and again with great seriousness.
Because of her pent-up anger, Song Xiwei couldn't hold back and retorted to Aoqian, "He's not really my sweetheart! If I really meet someone I get along with, can't I even be with him? Even if Young Master returns to the Demon Clan, I won't interfere. We won't affect each other anyway."
The gentleness on Aoqian's face was suddenly replaced by ferocity. He gripped Song Xiwei's hand tightly, warning her: "You are my subordinate, the person I trust most. Now that you are going to work for me in Penglai, you should always remember your mission and not be distracted by personal feelings! Don't betray my trust in you! And don't break your promise to me. You promised to be with me even if I fell from grace!"
When Ao Qian saw that Song Xiwei was ignoring him, he knew that she was angry.
Her voice softened, and she offered her face, saying, "Here, feel free to pinch my cheek. Don't be stubborn, we won't see each other for a long time."
"You're so cunning! You know I have no resistance to this! You, well, never mind, might as well squeeze it..." They've already delivered it right to her.
Song Xiwei pinched Aoqian's face, and her mood finally improved a lot.
Ao Qian's voice rang out softly, "Don't betray my trust..."
"I understand. I won't let you down. I won't get involved in romantic relationships, I won't be distracted by other things, and I'll stay far away from them. Does Young Master have anything to add?" Song Xiwei pinched Aoqian's cheek, feeling as if she had inexplicably taken on a great responsibility.
Upon hearing her obedient agreement, Aoqian took the initiative to rub his face against her palm.
Song Xiwei's heart melted completely.
So cute...
Aoqian rubbed against her palm like a fluffy little puppy, it was so cute.
She was just about to pinch his face when Aoqian pulled her into a tight embrace.
I feel like I'm being strangled by Ao Qian and can't breathe.
Aoqian buried his face in her hair, taking a deep sniff, trying to remember her scent.
The muffled sound, carrying a burning heat, traveled through her hair and landed on her neck, making her feel numb all over and her reactions somewhat sluggish.
Then, Aoqian whispered in her ear, and she didn't know if he did it on purpose or by accident, but her ear was lightly bitten. "Take care."
Aoqian has to let her go.
If he doesn't let go soon, she'll find out, and he'll completely lose control...
Aoqian took a deep breath, released her, and took a few steps back.
Song Xiwei vaguely sensed an inexplicable danger.
She subconsciously looked at Aoqian, her gaze moving down from Aoqian's waist and abdomen before she could get a good look.
Aoqian reached out to block, his wide sleeves covering her completely. His face flushed crimson, and he hurriedly turned away, his back to her. His voice was muffled as he said, "You... haven't told me to take care yet."
Song Xiwei had no idea what was wrong with Aoqian this time.
It seems like they're having a disagreement. They're about to leave, so what's there to be upset about?
"Young Master, take care!" At this moment, Song Xiwei didn't care about anything else; she sincerely looked at his back.
Ao Qian's back stiffened, his voice still muffled, as if he were sulking: "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"
The parting was hesitant and indecisive, not decisive enough.
Aoqian didn't want it to be like this, but he couldn't bear to part with it; it was as painful as having his own flesh cut out.
"I'll send you messages whenever I have time. I'll take good care of myself and protect myself. You should take good care of yourself and protect yourself too. We'll meet again someday."
Song Xiwei's words were sincere, and although they weren't the words Aoqian most wanted to hear, he was still content.
He finally turned around, looked at her, and smiled. "Song Xiwei, this time, I'm really leaving."
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