After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 220 - If I Die in Battle, You’ll Be a Widower!

Under the moonlit sky, with a gentle breeze brushing past, the silver-haired maiden sat on a willow swing by the pond in the backyard of Muyun City’s estate. Behind her stood a refined young man in moon-white robes.

Tonight, An Luo Yi wore a fitted dress with a light, sheer shawl draped over her shoulders. The night wind played with her silver hair, her flawless face glowing under the moonlight. Her clear eyes betrayed her emotions as her cheeks flushed red.

Once again, He Ange was pinching her cheeks, completely unbothered as he shamelessly enjoyed the soft, delicate feel of her skin.

“Why are you always sneaking around like this...”

Though she felt slightly annoyed at his teasing, the familiar scent she adored calmed her. Despite her pout, her heart was clearly more thrilled than upset.

She turned her face slightly to glance at He Ange before quickly looking away again, pretending to remain composed as she faced forward, deliberately keeping her back to him.

“I’m your fiancé. Can’t I come check on you?” He Ange teased with a smirk.

“I don’t even remember agreeing to any engagement...”

Her voice was soft, tinged with shyness rather than rejection.

He Ange chuckled:

“Didn’t you promise me last time? You said if I dared to marry you, you’d dare to wed me.”

“But you haven’t come to marry me yet!”

An Luo Yi puffed out her cheeks, biting her lip in frustration.

Before she could say more, He Ange leaned in closer, his face almost touching hers. He stared at her intently, his gaze unwavering.

Under his scrutiny, she held out for only a moment before her pale face turned crimson.

“My, my... it seems Lady Luo Yi is eager for me to take her home as my bride?”

“Hey—!”

An Luo Yi bit down lightly on her silver teeth. Dropping all pretense of restraint, she turned abruptly and cupped He Ange’s face with both hands, pulling him into a deep kiss that left him breathless.

After a long moment,

She finally released him, looking satisfied as though she had just let out all the emotions she had been holding back.

But as she stared at his face,

Her chest felt hollow once more—a lingering emptiness that made her crave more of him.

It had been far too long since An Luo Yi had indulged in such intimacy. Now, the glowing purple Phoenix Mark on her abdomen revealed just how much pent-up energy she had accumulated. It wouldn’t take much for He Ange to ignite the flames within her...

“Why the gloomy look? If something’s on your mind, tell your husband,” He Ange said softly, his tone teasing yet gentle.

An Luo Yi lowered her gaze. Instead of acting on her desires, she sighed and spoke quietly:

“I’ve been assigned to the frontlines.”

“Frontlines?”

“To invade Moon Sect’s eastern territories.”

“And sharing classified military information with your cultist fiancé—is that appropriate?” He Ange teased again, his tone light and unbothered.

Of course he wasn’t surprised. After all, these plans were crafted by Li Nanshan himself during their discussions. The quasi-first-rank Dragon General who visited today was one of Li Nanshan’s subordinates.

It seemed Li Nanshan’s influence was even greater than He Ange had anticipated. To think he could command even a quasi-first-rank Dragon General... He Ange had underestimated the resources of this ancient minister who had lived for thousands of years.

“I don’t care about leaking classified military information to you. Those old ministers and generals in Dragon Dynasty despise me anyway. Why should I keep their secrets? Even if you leak the plans to Moon Sect, it doesn’t matter to me. If the battle goes poorly, I’ll just retreat with my troops.”

Under the moonlight,

The silver-haired maiden crossed her arms over her chest, her expression cold and detached. Her tone carried an air of resignation—completely indifferent to the consequences.

He Ange said nothing—his hand continuing to caress her soft cheek as if comforting a wronged wife.

“Who would’ve thought that one day, running away would be an option for my proud senior sister?” he whispered playfully into her ear.

“Do you think I’m that stupid?”

An Luo Yi pouted slightly, recalling the humiliation she endured earlier that day at the hands of the Dragon General. Her frustration bubbled over as she continued:

“Even if I lead Dragon Dynasty to victory—spilling my blood and sweat—they’ll still find fault with me! They even accused me of being lazy just because I spent time training... Those corrupt old ministers and generals are nothing but greedy hypocrites!”

The more she spoke,

The angrier she became—her breath growing heavier with emotion. It was clear she had been holding back all day.

If not for wanting to stay at the northern frontier to be near He Ange,

Her fiery temper would’ve already driven her to flip the table and confront that arrogant quasi-first-rank Dragon General head-on.

What was so special about being Void God Realm?

Did he really think An Luo Yi feared him? She’d kill him sooner or later!

“Pfft—!”

Seeing the silver-haired maiden puffing up in defiance,

He Ange couldn’t help but laugh. To see his once-dominant senior sister now enduring humiliation for his sake—allowing herself to be oppressed by authority—was both amusing and endearing.

In some ways,

An Luo Yi’s fiery temper reminded him of Mu Yanli. Both were fearless and unyielding.

However,

Mu Yanli’s malicious nature couldn’t compare to An Luo Yi’s grace and elegance. The only similarity between them was their shared pride as fated individuals.

Mu Yanli dared to challenge Dongfang Zhou.

An Luo Yi refused to bow to a Void God Realm Dragon General.

“What’s so funny...”

The maiden turned toward him—grabbing his face as she bit her lip. Her expression was equal parts grievance and cuteness.

Sniffling softly,

She murmured:

“He Ange... if I die in battle—you’ll be a widower. Without me—you’ll never find another fiancée who loves you as much as I do!”

“And yet you laugh... Don’t you worry about me at all? I’ve been on the brink of death more than once—barely escaping each time...”

Her voice grew softer—tinged with vulnerability and a hint of pleading.

An Luo Yi was no fool.

Ever since realizing He Ange’s cultivation far surpassed hers,

She understood that being his Dao companion wasn’t a “reward” for him as her junior brother. Rather—it was she—a mere Destined Heroine—who was “reaching up” to match him—a prodigious Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect.

With this shift in perspective,

Her once-proud demeanor softened significantly around him. After all,

When had a weaker person ever dared to show attitude toward someone stronger?

Now,

An Luo Yi behaved far more obediently—allowing He Ange to tease and touch her freely.

In the past,

It would’ve been He Ange sitting on that swing—submissively letting her pinch his cheeks!

“My dear wife—those words truly wound me.”

He Ange sighed dramatically—feigning disappointment.

Just as he was about to continue speaking,

He suddenly froze—his pupils narrowing sharply.

It was as if he had sensed something—

Abruptly turning around,

He directed his gaze toward the pavilion where a figure approached—a young man stepping closer under the moonlight.

“Late at night... we have company?”

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