Song Xiwei still did not respond.
Aoqian reached out and took Song Xiwei's hand.
"I was wrong……"
Song Xiwei wanted to pull her hand away, but Aoqian actually squatted down in front of her and rubbed his face against her palm.
This guy is too cunning!
Song Xiwei's heart melted completely.
She's really fallen for Aoqian's tricks.
I really can't hold on any longer.
She burst out laughing.
"Young Master, do your family know how good you are at being charming?"
Song Xiwei's slightly amused question prompted Ao Qian to innocently look up.
His eyes were still wet, filled with grievance. "I have no family."
"Ahem, I misspoke..."
"Then would you like to become my family?" Aoqian stared at Song Xiwei, his eyes burning with passion.
"Um, Young Master, is this finally your way of acknowledging me as your elder brother? Are we going to formally become sworn brothers?" Song Xiwei used to be eager for Aoqian to acknowledge her as his elder brother.
But now, she doesn't know what's wrong with her. The thought of actually becoming brothers with Aoqian makes her feel awkward, like something is not quite right.
"What? You don't want to?" Ao Qian narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Song Xiwei, seemingly trying to find something in her expression.
Song Xiwei felt a chill run down her spine and a faint sense of unease under Ao Qian's gaze.
She herself didn't know why she felt guilty, as if she had some shady secret that Aoqian was about to see through.
She subconsciously shook her head, and frankly said to Aoqian, "Great! Why wouldn't I be willing to accept such a good thing as Young Master recognizing me as his elder brother? I couldn't be happier to be Young Master's elder brother..."
Song Xiwei met Ao Qian's gaze with heroic ambition.
Under Aoqian's scrutiny, he appeared completely open and honest, as if the two shared a truly open and righteous brotherhood.
Aoqian felt a pang in his heart, and it hurt terribly.
"You wish!" Ao Qian snorted coldly, staring at Song Xiwei, and said with dissatisfaction, "The family I'm talking about isn't brothers, it can be people close to you..."
Aoqian couldn't explain it too clearly yet.
But I don't want to be too vague.
In short, we must never let Song Xiwei treat us like a brother; we must correct her behavior.
Even if she treats him like a younger brother, he must find a way to stir up trouble in her heart and never let her believe that the brotherly affection is deeply rooted.
Just like her feelings for the family gap, it was all due to years of misunderstandings, empathy, and preconceived notions.
He absolutely did not want to follow in the footsteps of the gap.
After a moment's thought, Song Xi felt a quiet sense of relief under Ao Qian's intense gaze.
"Alright, alright, if Young Master doesn't want to acknowledge me as his elder brother, I accept it. You can't force these things. I'll just be content as a close subordinate to Young Master, just like before."
She didn't bother to think about what kind of closeness Aoqian meant by "close people around her."
They didn't even notice that when Aoqian heard her use the word "subordinate," she was subtly gritting her teeth, feeling resentful and frustrated.
Emerging from the secret room.
It was completely dark.
The night view of Chidu is also extremely beautiful.
The vast galaxy encompasses everything...
The two walked side by side, neither of them speaking.
After walking quietly for a while, Song Xiwei heard someone's suppressed voice trying to hold back a scream for what felt like the umpteenth time.
She couldn't help but chuckle, "Isn't it a pleasing sight to see the two of us walking side by side?"
She had heard it clearly: someone screamed that she and Aoqian were so good-looking and a perfect match.
Despite hearing such screams, Aoqian remained remarkably calm, while Song Xiwei was genuinely amused by the screams.
How could anyone think she and Aoqian are a good match? What's going on? She's dressed as a man right now, walking around with Aoqian like this, at best they're pleasing to the eye, a good match? That's ridiculous.
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