When Ao Qian sent a telepathic message to Weng, Weng finally replied.
"Your Majesty finished your business so quickly?"
"quick??"
"Cough cough cough, I thought Your Majesty would enjoy the meat you finally got your hands on! How about it? Wasn't my arrangement brilliant? Your Majesty didn't need to do anything; it just delivered itself to your door."
"Who asked you to act on your own? You filthy thing! Get your ass over here right now!"
Weng assumed that Aoqian was just shy, and that since the matter was over, there was no way she could blame her.
Weng didn't keep Aoqian waiting for long before she appeared.
"Your Majesty, hey, what's going on..." Weng discovered that the soft couch she had prepared, covered with flower petals, had not been used at all.
There was also Song Xiwei, who was placed in a corner by Ao Qian, leaning against the wall, looking as if he were asleep.
Aside from slightly messy hair and a few wrinkles in her clothes, she seemed to have nothing at all...
Furthermore, there wasn't a trace of that intriguing smell that I had expected in this room.
Could it be...?
She looked at Aoqian suspiciously, "Your Majesty, you...don't have any?" Weng made a gesture.
"Of course not!" Ao Qian said coldly, "You should be glad nothing happened, otherwise, you wouldn't regret dying ten thousand times!"
Ao's murderous intent was rampant; if he hadn't restrained himself, he would have crushed Weng long ago.
Weng became increasingly confident that Aoqian wouldn't actually kill her because he cared about Song Xiwei, and her courage grew considerably.
“Your Majesty, you should take advantage of his unconscious state and do this to him…” Before Weng could finish speaking, Aoqian coldly interrupted her: “Superficial! What I want is his willingness, what I want is mutual affection between us, who cares about your despicable methods!”
"But you've been doing this for two years and haven't even taken the first step. You can't go on like this. Besides, you won't even eat the meat that's right in front of you. Your Majesty, are you impotent?" Weng knew she had offended him, but she was still very confused.
Is it possible that His Majesty is truly incapable?
"Shut up!" Aoqian was so angry that he wanted to tear Weng, this madman, to pieces.
The violent aura was almost completely out of control.
"Remove all the restrictions on him! Explain your actions to him yourself, and don't talk nonsense. If he misunderstands me, your Huailin might as well just disappear!"
The oppression of the superior and the awe-inspiring power he unleashed.
Weng naturally could not resist his orders.
He bent down to examine Song Xiwei.
Weng was somewhat surprised, "Your Majesty, his situation is somewhat special..."
"Don't try to fool me!" Aoqian didn't believe Weng at all.
"Did you give him your blood?" Weng asked.
Ao Qian frowned. "Otherwise what? If it weren't for my blood, he would have already..."
Aoqian didn't continue.
But Weng still caught Aoqian's flustered expression.
"Your Majesty clearly wants to...why not just go all the way and do it directly..."
"Shut up!"
Weng quickly shut her mouth.
Aoqian saw that she had already gotten up and walked over.
"When will he wake up?" Aoqian asked.
Weng shook her head. "I can't say for sure. Because of the Lord's blood, he should be conscious, but it seems that the Lord's blood has caused some changes in his body. In any case, he should cause trouble for a while, but I can't say exactly how he will cause trouble..."
As soon as Weng finished speaking.
Song Xiwei moved slightly.
Then, she opened her eyes.
He chuckled and began to unbuckle his belt.
Aoqian's eyes widened suddenly. "Song Xiwei! What are you doing!"
Song Xiwei seemed to completely ignore Aoqian's words and threw the belt away.
As luck would have it, the belt ended up around Weng's neck.
As Weng reached for the belt with an embarrassed expression, Ao Qian glared at her coldly and said, "Get out of here!"
With a flick of his wrist, the belt fell into his hand.
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