After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 63 - "Do You Want It? I Can Give It to You"

An Luo Yi’s father was a reasonable man.

Back when He Ange lived in the An family estate, the old master often called him over for tea. Their conversations usually revolved around two main topics:

1. Asking He Ange to keep an eye on An Luo Yi, ensuring that the young lady diligently practiced her arts and studies.

2. Warning He Ange to never, under any circumstances, harbor romantic intentions toward his precious daughter.

He Ange’s impression of An Luo Yi’s father wasn’t particularly good or bad. At the very least, he was grateful that the An family had taken him in.

Now that An Luo Yi had reached marriageable age, it was only natural for the family to start arranging potential matches for her.

But...

There was no way He Ange wanted An Luo Yi to marry someone else.

Besides, knowing her father’s personality, He Ange suspected that the old man wouldn’t be so eager to give his beloved daughter away. This was probably just a ploy to provoke him into returning to the capital.

“I think I’ve been played...” He Ange muttered, taking a deep breath as he sat back down.

He realized he had overreacted.

An Luo Yi had only mentioned the possibility in passing, and He Ange had immediately slammed the table and stood up. What did that say about him?

It practically screamed, “I like Senior Sister and don’t want her to marry anyone else!”

Damn it.

Just last night, he had used a similar tactic to fluster An Luo Yi.

And now, it was his turn to fall into the same trap.

Karma, indeed.

“So, are you coming back with me? My father misses you, you know. After all... you didn’t visit last year,” An Luo Yi said, her tone calm as she blinked her beautiful eyes at him.

He Ange’s reaction had been exactly what she’d hoped for. It showed that he could get jealous, which made her happy. But she also understood his situation. Last year, after losing his spiritual veins in the secret realm, he had declined the invitation to return to the capital. She had been heartbroken seeing how dejected and self-conscious he had become.

This year...

She hadn’t planned on bringing it up again, not wanting to remind him of painful memories.

But over the past few months, He Ange had made remarkable progress in his cultivation. Seeing him regain his confidence had encouraged her to broach the subject once more.

She genuinely hoped he would come.

Of course, the decision ultimately rested with him.

“I don’t mind going, as long as the old master doesn’t think I’ll embarrass the An family,” He Ange said with a shrug.

An Luo Yi raised an eyebrow, crossing her legs beneath her skirt. Her cold gaze carried an air of authority.

“Anyone who dares to insult you, I’ll cut them down.”

The tea house table wasn’t particularly large.

As An Luo Yi shifted her legs, her foot brushed against He Ange’s. Glancing down, he caught a glimpse of her black-stockinged high heels beneath her qipao.

He looked up, offering an awkward smile.

“Let’s not. My bad luck might attract too many people for you to deal with,” he said.

“...”

An Luo Yi didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on him.

She noticed his eyes darting away, a clear sign of his discomfort.

Smirking, she lifted her leg slightly under the table, moving it toward him. But before she could go further, He Ange caught her foot with his hand.

“You’re my junior brother. No one has the right to judge you,” she said firmly.

“Mm...” He Ange nodded faintly, though his eyes couldn’t help but wander back to her legs beneath the table.

“You’ve been staring at my legs all day,” she remarked.

“Because they’re beautiful,” he admitted.

“And my feet?”

“...”

He Ange looked up at her, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

They had known each other for years and understood each other well. While An Luo Yi was usually reserved and composed, she could be quite assertive when she was in a good mood. She knew exactly what He Ange liked, and she wasn’t above using that knowledge to her advantage.

“I’ve known for a long time what you like. It’s not something to be ashamed of, and I’ve never told you not to like it,” she said, resting her foot on his leg under the table.

During their stroll earlier, she had noticed his gaze lingering on her. Today, unlike last night, her upper body was modestly covered. Naturally, his attention had been drawn to her legs beneath the qipao.

She rarely wore black stockings.

But she had noticed his preference long ago. His glances weren’t coincidental; they were deliberate.

Since it was a rare day off, An Luo Yi decided to indulge him. She wanted to fill his heart with her presence, ensuring that he wouldn’t be distracted by other women at the banquet later.

Besides, she felt a bit guilty about using the arranged marriage ploy to test his feelings. Seeing him get jealous had been satisfying, but she owed him a little compensation.

“Actually... it’s not that serious,” He Ange said awkwardly.

This was, after all, a public tea house.

If someone saw what she was doing under the table, wouldn’t he be labeled a pervert? No matter how much he liked this sort of thing, he wasn’t desperate enough to lose his composure in public.

He tried to gently move her leg off his lap, but the moment his hand touched the smooth, silky fabric of her stockings, he hesitated.

Alright.

He Ange had to admit he had a weakness for this.

“Should I move closer?” An Luo Yi asked, sliding her chair forward. Leaning slightly over the table, she brought her chest closer to him.

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Noticing that the tea house wasn’t too crowded, she slipped off her high heels and rested her other foot on his lap. Her skin was cool to the touch, and her proximity made his thoughts wander.

Her foot rested between his legs, and he felt his body reacting involuntarily.

“Senior Sister, if everything goes well, I promise I won’t let you down when we return to the capital,” He Ange said, his tone suddenly serious.

She looked into his eyes, momentarily stunned.

At the same time, she felt his reaction beneath her foot. Her cheeks flushed, the redness spreading to her ears.

It had been a while since she had helped him with such needs.

This sort of thing was an unspoken understanding between them. However, their relationship had grown distant in recent months, and these moments had become rare.

She couldn’t help but wonder...

During that time, had He Ange sought comfort from other women?

Probably not.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be reacting so strongly now.

“Do you want it?” she whispered, brushing her silver hair behind her ear as she leaned closer.

His clear eyes met hers, and he gave a subtle nod.

The atmosphere was just right.

An Luo Yi found herself wanting to indulge as well.

Though she often had He Ange sleep beside her, nothing more had ever happened between them. While it was true that young men had certain needs, who said women didn’t? As a woman, An Luo Yi had always been better at concealing her desires.

If he wanted something, it was easy to tell.

But if she wanted something and didn’t say it, only she would know.

“Let’s find a private room. I’ll help you,” she said softly, her toes brushing against him teasingly.