When she came to her senses, Song Xiwei was only wearing her snow-white undergarment.
The neckline is a little frayed...
Collarbone and...
Ao Qian gasped for breath, averting his gaze, unable to look at her: "Song Xiwei, calm down!"
"It's so tight!" Song Xi pouted, looking aggrieved.
Ao Qian, with his back to Song Xiwei, asked in confusion, "What's so tight?"
"This is it!" Song Xiwei pulled out a strip of white cloth and threw it directly at Ao Qian's head.
Ao Qian smelled a strange, cold fragrance, completely different from any he had smelled elsewhere.
He removed the white cloth strip, somewhat puzzled, "What's this for?"
“Oh, this is my…” Song Xiwei was about to say the key word when she suddenly felt as if her tongue had been pricked by something.
A voice echoed in my mind.
"You can never admit to him that you're a woman disguised as a man!"
Song Xi blinked in confusion. When she came to her senses, she wondered, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Then, she saw Aoqian standing with his back to her.
She felt completely relaxed, as if some long-standing constraint had disappeared, and she felt incredibly free...
Uh, eh?
Song Xiwei glanced down at her loose collar.
"Ah!!!!" she screamed.
Aoqian wondered what had happened to her. He turned around, but before he could see clearly, he saw Song Xiwei with her arms crossed, looking ashamed and indignant. "You, what did you do to me?!"
Ao Qian: "???"
Sure enough, he doesn't remember anything?
But is she awake now?
"Don't worry, there's nothing there..." Ao Qian thought he had been quite composed and virtuous enough today.
At least that's what he personally thinks.
However, the belt he held in his hand was Song Xiwei's, and the other strip of white cloth was...
Especially since he held both of them so openly in front of Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei completely lost control: "You knew? You saw everything?"
"Huh? What?" Aoqian had no idea what Song Xiwei was talking about.
"The belt, and..." Song Xiwei stared at the white cloth strip that Ao Qian was holding in his palm, finding it difficult to speak.
"This isn't me, it's yourself. I didn't see anything. I have everything you have, so what's there to see? How could I possibly offend you when you're not thinking straight?" Aoqian spoke with righteous indignation, even feeling that he himself was extremely selfless.
Although I still felt a little guilty.
Because he did have distracting thoughts.
Especially the white cloth strip in my palm, it just doesn't feel quite right...
"You really didn't see it?" Song Xiwei didn't know if Aoqian was bluffing her or if what he said was true.
Because if he were discovered, logically speaking, Aoqian would be the one who was deceived, and he would at least confront him.
Since he didn't ask, could it be that I really did all this in a daze?
"What should I see? Do you have something I don't?" Aoqian asked Song Xiwei, puzzled.
"Cough cough cough, of course not!" Song Xiwei felt that she could dispel her concerns.
This was really close.
She looked at Aoqian holding those two items, and simply couldn't bring herself to talk to him like that.
"Give it back to me!" Song Xiwei reached out her hand.
Ao Qian handed her the belt very readily.
But that white cloth strip seemed to make Aoqian very reluctant to part with it...
"Hmm? Your Majesty, give it back to me?" Song Xiwei blushed so much that she almost bit her tongue off.
"This cloth smells quite nice. What did you use to scent and marinate it?" Aoqian asked seemingly casually.
Song Xiwei almost fainted; she felt like she was going to vomit blood and was too ashamed to face anyone.
Because Aoqian actually held it to his nose and sniffed it.
"With bound feet, don't they smell bad? Your Majesty really doesn't mind!" Song Xiwei lied and made up a story. Taking advantage of Aoqian's stunned silence after hearing her answer, she snatched the white cloth back.
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