Unexpectedly, Du Qiangwei rejected his suggestion outright and even tried to snatch it!
"I don't want any other sword, I only want this one, and you can't take it back." She said, quickly reaching out to grab it.
But he couldn't reach it. Wang Ji dodged and held the sword aside, looking at her with amusement and slight surprise. "Don't you know what's good for you? I already told you, I'll give you a new one, the kind that's really sharp when you're cutting people."
As he spoke, he beckoned and summoned another black and gold sword, which hovered in the air.
"This sword is even sharper than a Flame-class weapon."
"I don't want it! Give it to me! It's mine!" But to everyone's surprise, Du Qiangwei didn't even look at it and still reached for her original sword in Wang Ji's hand.
Partly because he suddenly found the matter quite interesting, and partly because he subconsciously had a flirtatious intention, Wang Ji dodged back with his sword-wielding hand, amused by Du Qiangwei's sudden anxiety.
So, people's hearts are vulgar. He really enjoyed teasing Du Qiangwei, especially recently. Seeing that she was always aloof and indifferent to others, but acted like a little bird clinging to him, and even seemed easy to bully, a special feeling gradually accumulated in his heart.
Unintentionally, and in a melodramatic way, Du Qiangwei pounced on him, grabbing his arm to reach for the sword.
But there were no more melodramatic scenes, no falling down and bumping into each other, but he did feel her shapely body and the strands of hair brushing against his cheek.
Her wine-red hair exuded an elegant fragrance, a refreshing scent that was different from the faint fragrance on her snow-white neck. It lingered in his breath and seeped into his heart.
Startled, Wang Ji's breathing became slightly deeper, and he felt the smooth cheek that had accidentally brushed against his face. But before he could say or do anything, the Flame-class sword in his hand had been snatched back.
She quickly retreated, her delicate cheeks slightly flushed, and hastily sheathed her sword.
“I don’t care if it’s ugly or not, or if it fits my hand… Anyway, this is the first gift you’ve ever given me.”
"Once you've given it to me, you can't take it back."
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