Aoqian shook his head, "You didn't do it on purpose. You lost your mind at that time and didn't even know me. I don't blame you. It's just that I was really scared by you. You actually wanted to kill me, not caring about my pain, not caring whether I lived or died..."
When Ao thought about how he felt when he died at Song Xiwei's hands, he didn't really care much.
Seeing Song Xiwei's flustered, concerned, and guilty appearance, he took advantage of the situation and wanted to make her even more anxious about him.
He almost greedily wanted Song Xiwei to pay more attention to him and be more concerned about him.
He especially discovered that Song Xiwei seemed to be most helpless when he cried, so he felt wronged and let the tears flow freely.
Sure enough, the effect was even better.
Song Xiwei's current state made him feel like he was someone she cherished deeply, someone very important to her, as if he spoiled her rotten, and she would find him anything he wanted.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I really deserve to die, I'm not human. Don't cry, I was wrong, I'll make it up to you, I'll make it up to you, whatever you want, I'll do for you, okay?"
Song Xiwei looked at the "golden tears" that Aoqian had shed, and her heart ached with a dense, persistent pain.
She was heartbroken. She had wanted to protect him, but instead, she had become the one who hurt him.
Apologizing now feels insincere, because Aoqian died at her hands once before. She doesn't dare ask Aoqian how desperate he was when she killed him, or whether he resented her.
"You said you'd make it up to me, so I took it seriously!" Aoqian stopped crying, but her eyes were still red.
Song Xi nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, you can definitely take what I said seriously. Let me make it up to you!"
“When I was little, my mother would blow on my wounds when I got hurt. Song Xiwei, can you blow on my wounds too?” After Aoqian finished speaking, he looked at Song Xiwei with his watery eyes, which were filled with grievance, as if he would cry if Song Xiwei dared to refuse.
How could Song Xiwei possibly refuse?
However, he felt that it was too easy for Aoqian to only ask him for sex.
"Just a whimper? Young Master, I made such a huge mistake..."
"But my face hurts so much right now. If I don't rub it, it hurts so much. I feel like I'm going to be disfigured. I'm so sad... I'll become an ugly monster, no one will want to be with me, and I'll be all alone for the rest of my life..."
Aoqian's eyes grew increasingly red, as if he was about to cry.
"Oh dear, young master, I didn't mean I wouldn't smother you, it's just that I felt terrible for being such a jerk, I felt so sorry for you. Don't cry, I'll smother you right now..."
Song Xiwei leaned closer to Aoqian's face as she spoke.
Gently blow on Aoqian's face.
Aoqian's heart pounded with each of Song Xiwei's breaths.
The feeling of pleasure filled him with happiness.
It turns out he was so easily satisfied, as long as Song Xiwei was willing to be close to him. The only regret was that he had deceived Song Xiwei into being gentle and close to him.
She was so gentle, such a good person, yet I used such despicable means to deceive her.
He was even more reluctant to let her go.
Song Xiwei worked very hard to blow on Aoqian's cheeks. After a long time, she felt her cheeks were sore. She looked up at Aoqian and met his refreshed and delighted expression.
"???" There wasn't a trace of grievance left.
Wow, this breathing technique is so effective!
Song Xiwei suspected that every breath she had just exhaled was divine energy, otherwise how could it have such a miraculous effect?
"Young Master, want to keep snoring?" Song Xi moved her cheeks slightly. It wasn't that she wanted to be lazy, nor did she want to take credit with Aoqian. She just felt that it was a bit cheesy.
This behavior is so shameful, so intimate...
Several times she felt like she had spit on Aoqian's face, but Aoqian didn't react, so she suppressed her embarrassment and continued.
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