The gloom on Aoqian's face was completely melted away by Song Xiwei's enthusiasm.
He looked at Song Xiwei with sparkling eyes, like a child who had finally gotten candy, as if he were dreaming and that if he closed his eyes, the beautiful dream would disappear.
Under Ao Qian's bright gaze, Song Xiwei looked up at Weng, who was staring at her and Ao Qian in disbelief. She smiled slightly and picked up the wine glass that Ao Qian hadn't touched.
He took a mouthful, then leaned down—
After being given a sip of wine, Ao Qian was momentarily stunned, but without hesitation, he pressed down on the back of Song Xiwei's head.
The ensuing heated exchange left Weng and the others blushing and speechless.
Song Xiwei felt it was about time to turn the tide, so she reached out and nudged Aoqian. After Aoqian released her, Song Xiwei asked him earnestly, "Your Majesty, have we won?"
Ao Qian: "..."
"We beat them, didn't we? We've redeemed your pride, haven't we, um—"
Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, Aoqian abruptly interrupted her.
Weng and those around her dared not look around, for fear that Aoqian would gouge out their eyes.
Because even at this moment, Aoqian managed to spare a glance and coldly sweep it over them.
That look in their eyes was terrifying.
Those around Weng had never seen the Demon Lord with such an aura before, and they were so frightened that they could hardly stand.
So Weng took them and quietly took her leave.
When Song Xiwei was let go by Ao Qian, she looked at the other side in a daze, "Huh? Where did everyone go? Why are they all gone?"
Should we continue the competition?
If there are no opponents, does that mean we have already won completely?
"Your Majesty, we won, didn't we? Ouch, is it broken? It hurts so much..." She reached out and touched it; it was a little red and swollen. She licked it with her tongue and tasted blood.
For some reason, Aoqian got angry again.
"Why are you still so angry even though you won? I thought you'd be happier if I helped you win against the vine..."
Song Xiwei reached out and took Aoqian's hand, shaking it slightly, "Don't be upset."
"I'm just not happy, I'm just not happy!" Aoqian turned his face away in a huff.
He thought Song Xiwei had finally come to her senses and would reciprocate his feelings.
fart!
It's just a man's competitive spirit!
She didn't even care that he had... her mind was filled with the idea of the winner taking all, and winning was all she could think about!
What exactly does he like about her?
"You're unhappy when you lose to someone, and you're unhappy when you win. I don't know what to do with you like this." Song Xiwei was really helpless. She felt that she had been patient enough.
Why did Aoqian start acting so recklessly, without any regard for the consequences?
You're already a demon lord, you should have learned to be mature, why are you still acting like a little kid?
"You're all hypocritical and insincere. What am I happy about? Who among the people around Weng is as hypocritical as you?" Aoqian glared angrily at Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei accepted Aoqian's accusations with a speechless expression.
"I'm not sincere? I'm insincere? I'm hypocritical?" She was completely enraged.
I tried to be a little more accommodating to him, to give him face, thinking that since I was his fiancé, I should be more generous and tolerant of him.
What's wrong with him? He's getting more and more arrogant.
He grabbed Aoqian's face and pinched it hard.
The punitive kneading turned Aoqian's face bright red, deforming it in his hands.
"Who's not sincere? Who's hypocritical? Who's fake, huh?" She glared back at him with eyes even fiercer than Aoqian's.
Aoqian and she glared at each other: "You!"
"You little brat, you think I can't handle you? I've done all this for you, and all I get in return is a call of hypocrisy?" Song Xiwei opened her mouth and let out a fierce bite, biting hard at the face that she had rubbed until it was red.
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