"……cute?"
This was the first time Aoqian had ever heard someone describe himself like that.
Isn't it cute?
If this person saw himself cruelly killing so many people, would he still have such ridiculous thoughts?
Ao Qian turned his head to the side, feigning a tough tone, and said, "Just because of such an absurd reason, you're going to die with me? Are you an idiot?"
Song Xiwei knew he was being difficult, but it was also because of the mission she was entrusted with.
Although I haven't coaxed people much, this young lord seems simple-minded, so it shouldn't be a problem to coax him like a child.
“Young Master, perhaps it’s fate that brings us together! Look, when I arrived in Heihe that day, it was neither too early nor too late, just when you needed me the most. If I had arrived later, perhaps we wouldn’t have had this many sequels.”
Song Xiwei spoke softly and gently, gradually suppressing Aoqian's deliberate rejection.
His back was to Song Xiwei, his hands were picking at his bare fingernails under his sleeves, but he still stubbornly said, "I'm not a good person! I might not be grateful for your selfless help!"
Song Xiwei stared at the stubborn back of his head and chuckled. "So, Young Master thinks I'm helping you so you'll be grateful? I'm not that bored, okay? I'm helping you because I can't bear to see you harmed and I want to assist you so you can improve. Of course, if you return home in the future and become the Demon Lord, and I become your most capable subordinate, second only to the Demon Lord, then I'll be happy too."
Aoqian's back stiffened noticeably.
After a moment of silence, he said dejectedly, "I don't know if everything will go smoothly. Don't think too highly of everything."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiwei laughed lightly: "Young Master, there's no need to be too pessimistic. Even if you're currently at a low point, I will accompany you as you gradually rise from the bottom until you return to your peak."
Aoqian turned around stiffly, his eyes looking at Song Xiwei with a dazed expression. After just one glance, he felt breathless and was about to dodge when Song Xiwei pressed down on his arms. "Young Master, you need me, and I want to help you too."
Aoqian was dazed as Song Xiwei pulled him to the table. Song Xiwei poured him a cup of hot tea, then picked up another cup and said, "Young Master, drink this tea instead of wine. From now on, we are family."
Song Xiwei was very generous. She picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp. She then waved the empty bowl at Aoqian, who was still staring blankly at the tea.
"What's your name?" Aoqian asked, glancing at her furtively.
Song Xiwei's expression stiffened for a moment, then she solemnly cupped her hands to Aoqian: "Look at me, how could I forget such an important thing as introducing myself? Young lord, please don't be offended. My surname is Song, and my given name is Xiwei."
"Is that so?" Ao Qian dipped his long, slender, fair fingers in tea and wrote the three characters "Song Xiwei" on the table.
When Song Xiwei saw that he had written it wrong, she was about to correct him when she saw Aoqian blush and stammer, "It's a good name, Xi as in 'hopeful' and Wei as in 'majestic'! I'll have to trouble you from now on, Song Xiwei!"
Song Xiwei: ...
After a moment of hesitation, Song Xiwei temporarily gave up on correcting Aoqian's name.
Anyway, since she disguised herself as a man for convenience, the name Song Xiwei sounds more feminine than Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei is perfect!
Aoqian's gaze lingered on the three words "almost done" on the table, lost in thought.
Song Xiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief that Aoqian was now willing to accept her. According to her master's calculations, preventing Aoqian from turning evil was not something that could be done overnight. She had to stay by Aoqian's side and make long-term plans.
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