Song Xiwei rolled her eyes at Aoqian, "Why not use that method? Didn't you say that you would rather die than let anyone else touch you, let alone those strong men? If you really let them save you, after you regain your senses, besides killing them, you'll probably tear me to pieces too!"
Aoqian had no doubt about Song Xiwei's words.
He might really do that if he gets too angry.
The thought that such a thing almost happened made Aoqian feel nauseous.
But when I think about how Song Xiwei ultimately didn't accept that arrangement and even sacrificed herself...
Aoqian's voice softened slightly, "You really do understand me."
"Then do you even understand me?" Song Xi looked at Ao Qian with disappointment. "Didn't you just say that I care about the world and treat you no differently than others? I used that method to save you, and I would use the same method to save others. In your eyes, am I such a casual person?"
Ao subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he was still angry inside.
She looked at Song Xiwei with red eyes, without saying a word.
“I don’t know why I did it back then. Now that I’m sure you’re safe and sound, I don’t regret it. But, if it were someone else, I’m sure I wouldn’t have sacrificed myself like that. I could have gone to great lengths to save them, even risked my life. But I’ve only ever made that sacrifice for you. I can’t explain why it’s only for you, but I can’t deny it. Maybe it’s because you’re my type. Anyway, it’s already happened, and that’s how it is.”
Hearing Song Xiwei's explanation, Aoqian's unease vanished.
Regardless of the reason, Song Xiwei's answer had already satisfied Aoqian greatly.
"Looks like my face has done a great job!" Ao Qian smiled.
Song Xiwei reached out and pinched his cheek, "Didn't you do a good job? If you had that ugly face, I probably really wouldn't have been able to help you. I'm just superficial..."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Xiwei was pulled into Ao Qian's arms.
He gently patted Song Xiwei's back, his face buried in her hair.
"Song Xiwei, it's all thanks to you. It's all thanks to you for not leaving me with someone else, and it's all thanks to your magnanimity for not holding it against me."
Hearing Aoqian's very serious words, Song Xi smiled, "When do you plan to return my spiritual power to me?"
Aoqian said weakly, "That spiritual power was given to me by yourself... along with your body..."
"Shut up!" Song Xiwei couldn't stand those words; she felt as if she had been burned.
She tried to break free from Aoqian's embrace, but he held her tightly.
"Perhaps if we try again, the spiritual power will return. Should we..."
"You wish!" Song Xiwei shouted.
“You’re so fierce…” Aoqian was startled.
“How could such a thing be done casually? Your life was in danger back then… What nonsense are you talking about now? How could I possibly still be with you…” Song Xiwei’s face turned red.
Aoqian paused for a moment, then realized that Song Xiwei had misunderstood. "No, what I meant by 'let's do it again' wasn't like that. It was like this..."
Aoqian lifted his head from Song Xiwei's hair and then lifted Song Xiwei's chin.
While Song Xiwei looked bewildered and confused, he pressed his lips to hers.
Song Xiwei: "!!!"
She sensed the fluctuations in her own spiritual energy.
Ao Qian closed his eyes, trying to communicate with the spiritual energy.
"Why don't we go back? She can't live without you."
It's unclear whether those spiritual energies understood Aoqian's words or sensed Song Xiwei's call to them.
Aoqian felt the spiritual energy disappearing from his body bit by bit.
Until Song Xiwei pushed him away.
Song Xiwei's complexion indeed improved dramatically.
With her spiritual power restored, her mood improved considerably.
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