After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude Chapter 102 - "Senior Sister, You Look So Beautiful Today… I

“Senior Sister, You Look So Beautiful Today... I Can’t Help but Want You”

After experiencing the nightmare of divine guidance, An Luo Yi’s heart had once again solidified with determination.

It all made sense now. These past days, her body’s unrelenting longing for He Ange wasn’t just a coincidence—it was fate itself guiding her.

The Sect Master’s words had been undeniably true.

It was because He Ange treated her so well that she had beco so blind to her own feelings.

In the dream, she had killed He Ange with her own hands.

If soone else had killed him, right in front of her, she wouldn’t have been afraid. She would have been furious, vowing to avenge him no matter the cost.

But if the one who killed He Ange was herself... That was the true nightmare, one that chilled her to her very core. The thought alone filled her with dread.

No matter how heinous He Ange’s cris might have been in the dream, no matter how deserving of death he might have seed, it should never have been her to pass judgnt. Any other immortal attendant could have done it, but not her.

She was the one who held the most important place in He Ange’s heart. She was the woman who had received nearly a decade of his unwavering devotion.

“Treasure the present...”

Walking along the mountain path to He Ange’s residence, the silver-haired fairy muttered to herself, her cold eyes filled with resolve.

Now, she knew exactly what she needed to do.

…

After sending Xia Ranyue, his foxy benefactor, on her way, He Ange sat down to enjoy a cup of tea and collect his thoughts.

His emotions were a mix of excitent, nervousness, and a hint of unease.

Just monts ago, He Ange had learned so insider information about the certification trial for direct disciples. According to Xia Ranyue, this year’s trial would take place in the Fox Clan’s secret realm.

The bad news was that He Ange had never been to the Fox Clan before. He was unfamiliar with the territory and its customs.

The good news was that the trial’s host would be none other than Xia Ranyue’s elder sister, the Fox Clan’s Sacred Maiden, Xia Zhiyue.

This ant that before the trial began, He Ange had a chance to leverage Xia Ranyue’s connections and establish a rapport with the Sacred Maiden.

If Xia Ranyue could put in a good word for him with her sister, securing the Sacred Maiden’s crucial vote would be a breeze.

But there was a catch—Xia Ranyue and her sister didn’t get along.

If their relationship was strained, He Ange could end up in a precarious position. Agreeing to pose as Xia Ranyue’s boyfriend might provoke the Sacred Maiden’s jealousy or hostility. In the worst-case scenario, he could find himself singled out for “special treatnt” during the trial.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

At the end of the day, the root of the problem was his low cultivation level.

Without strength, he lacked confidence. Without confidence, he couldn’t approach the trial with ease.

“If only I were at the Core Formation stage...”

With enough power, he could dominate the competition. He wouldn’t need to curry favor with the Sacred Maiden—he could secure his place on rit alone.

As he pondered this, the image of the silver-haired fairy, An Luo Yi, surfaced in his mind.

It had been a month since he planted the “seed” in her abdon. By now, it should have blossod.

Moreover, the mark he had left on her allowed him to monitor her physical state at any ti.

At this very mont, An Luo Yi was in a constant state of mild longing, her desires simring just below the surface. She had already surpassed the threshold required for their dual cultivation.

If He Ange wanted to proceed, it would be difficult for her to refuse.

“It’s ti to find an opportunity to propose dual cultivation to Senior Sister. But I can’t be too direct—I don’t want her to feel caught off guard or suspicious...”

Everything was in place. All he needed now was the right atmosphere to set the stage.

But just as he was deep in thought, carefully plotting his next move, the door to his residence was suddenly flung open—

“Senior Sister? What brings you here?” he exclaid.

Standing in the doorway was the silver-haired fairy herself, dressed in a form-fitting, strapless qipao. Her graceful figure and the determined look in her eyes left He Ange montarily stunned.

He had just been scheming about her, and now here she was, in the flesh. The awkwardness he felt was palpable.

As she stepped inside, An Luo Yi’s gaze locked onto him.

She moved with purpose, her cold eyes unwavering, her presence commanding. Her aura exuded an unspoken authority, sending a chill through the room.

For a mont, He Ange thought an enemy had co to settle a grudge.

But there was no denying it—her intense gaze held a certain “battle-ready” determination, as if she were here to settle sothing once and for all.

And her outfit—a tight, figure-hugging qipao that accentuated her curves—seed almost like a “battle uniform” for the occasion.

“He Ange, co with to Luo Xue Peak,” she said, her tone firm and resolute. Her eyes scanned him, as if evaluating him for sothing.

He Ange froze, his mind racing. In the span of three seconds, he replayed countless scenarios in his head, trying to figure out what he might have done to upset her.

Because no matter how he looked at it, An Luo Yi seed angry.

But he couldn’t recall doing anything that might have provoked her. Why had she co all this way, exuding such a fiery aura, to drag him back?

“Senior Sister, I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry, okay?” he said, dropping to his knees in a dramatic display of remorse.

His sudden apology caught An Luo Yi off guard. She had co to propose dual cultivation, but the closer she got, the more nervous she beca. Unable to voice her intentions directly, she had adopted a cold and commanding deanor to mask her anxiety.

She hadn’t expected He Ange to imdiately apologize, misinterpreting her deanor as anger.

This reaction made her realize just how poorly she must have treated him in the past. It was no wonder the He Ange in her nightmare had been so despondent, so heartbroken by her coldness.

The thought filled her with guilt.

She had been a cold and heartless woman...

How could she have treated soone who loved her so deeply with such cruelty?

“Get up. I’m not here to scold you,” she said, quickly bending down to help him up.

But her fitted qipao made bending over a precarious task. As she leaned down, the hem of her dress lifted slightly, revealing the tantalizing curve of her hips beneath the thin fabric.

At the sa ti, her strapless top pressed against her chest, giving He Ange an unintended view of her neckline.

An Luo Yi helped him to his feet, her gaze softening as she looked at him.

She had made up her mind. The only way to atone for her past coldness was to give herself to him, to share their first dual cultivation experience and solidify their bond.

“I have sothing important to discuss with you. That’s why I want you to co with to Luo Xue Peak,” she said earnestly.

But He Ange, still wary, raised an eyebrow and swallowed nervously.

“Senior Sister, you’re acting so strange today. It’s making a little scared...”

“Hm? Why?”

“Because you’re being so nice to . Normally, you only show kindness after I’ve done sothing to make you happy. But today, I haven’t done anything to deserve it.”

His voice was soft, his eyes filled with uncertainty. The vulnerability in his expression tugged at An Luo Yi’s heartstrings.

Hearing his words, she felt a pang of guilt so deep it made her want to cry.

The way he described her made her sound like a tyrannical, cold-hearted mistress who only rewarded him with kindness when he groveled for her approval.

This wasn’t true at all.

Her cold deanor was simply part of her personality. It didn’t an she looked down on him. In fact, she had always been more patient with him than with anyone else.

But she had frightened him just now, and his exaggerated description only deepened her guilt.

“Don’t... don’t say that. I’m not angry with you. I was the one who went too far in the past,” she said, her voice trembling.

She knew he was being a little dramatic, but she couldn’t bring herself to reprimand him. Not today.

“Senior Sister, you’re being so gentle with today. And you’re wearing such a... provocative qipao. Are you planning to bully again? I don’t have much left for you to take,” he said, his tone half-joking.

“Bully you? Of course not...”

“But you’ve already stolen my heart.”

“—!”

The cheesy line caught her completely off guard. For soone as inexperienced in romance as An Luo Yi, it hit her right in the heart.

Her cheeks flushed red.

She should have known. He Ange always had a way of surprising her, of keeping her on her toes with his playful antics.

“Senior Sister, are you blushing?” he teased, his hand gently brushing her cheek as he gazed at her with clear, admiring eyes.

His touch was warm, his attention unwavering. For a mont, she felt as if she were the only person in his world.

“It’s your fault for saying such strange things...” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

He Ange’s sudden shift in tone had caught her completely off guard. She hadn’t been prepared for his flirtation, and now her heart was racing.

“Wait, Senior Sister. Don’t move,” he said suddenly.

Leaning in closer, he studied her face intently, his hand still resting on her cheek.

After a mont, he spoke, his voice soft and sincere.

“Senior Sister, your face isn’t just red. It’s even more beautiful than usual. You’ve completely stolen my heart today.”