After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 64 - "You Cant Talk About It"

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When An Luo Yi said she would “help,” she didn’t mean she would fully give herself to He Ange.

And honestly, He Ange didn’t mind.

If she was willing, he would accept. If she wasn’t, he wouldn’t force her, nor would he beg like a desperate fool. After all, such things were a matter of mutual consent. Physical desires were just a spice of life, not its entirety.

That said, He Ange’s rogue cultivator nature meant he was rarely one to refuse.

This included his past encounter with Xia Ranyue, among others. Truthfully, Xia Ranyue wasn’t the only woman he had shared dual cultivation with.

In this regard, he felt a twinge of guilt toward An Luo Yi.

He was well aware of his own shortcomings.

But guilt wasn’t something He Ange allowed himself to dwell on. He and An Luo Yi weren’t officially a couple. He had his own path to walk. Without dual cultivation, how else could he have reached the Foundation Establishment stage?

If he had chosen to remain celibate for the sake of his feelings for her, he’d still be stuck at Qi Refinement, a weakling unable to stand by her side. Would An Luo Yi really wait for him forever?

It was a paradox.

He loved An Luo Yi, but he didn’t believe she would dedicate her life to him.

To win someone’s heart, one had to improve oneself—be it in appearance, cultivation, or talent. That was the natural order of things.

He couldn’t assume An Luo Yi would wait for a useless man forever.

As someone who had been battered by reality, He Ange didn’t believe in such ideals.

So he didn’t feel guilty. Becoming a rogue cultivator had already marked him as irredeemable. A few more mistakes wouldn’t change much—just another minute of repentance to offer her in the future.

For now, An Luo Yi was willing to reward him, and he accepted it with gratitude.

Perhaps he was destined to betray her one day.

But that didn’t stop him from loving her now, from wanting her now.

Life was about cherishing the present.

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He Ange felt satisfied, but An Luo Yi did not.

“Sorry, Senior Sister. I might’ve gone too far,” He Ange said, his tone calm.

“This is all your fault...” An Luo Yi replied, her cheeks flushed.

Her mind replayed the scene from earlier, over and over.

“Senior Sister?” He Ange noticed her dazed expression as she stared at him. Reaching out, he gently pinched her soft, fair cheeks.

Snapping out of her thoughts, An Luo Yi’s blush deepened.

He Ange had entered his “sage mode,” but she had only just been stirred. Unable to voice her frustration, her embarrassment was palpable.

“Senior Sister, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t we start heading—mmph!”

Before he could finish, An Luo Yi pulled him close and pressed her lips to his.

Sometimes, she had to indulge herself. Otherwise, she might actually drive herself crazy.

Huff... Huff...

After what felt like an eternity, He Ange finally caught his breath. His eyes were wide with surprise, but An Luo Yi simply wiped her lips and sat up as if nothing had happened.

“Let’s go. That was my gift to you. If you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again,” she said nonchalantly.

“It’s fine. This isn’t the first time you’ve done something sudden like that. I liked it,” He Ange replied with a soft smile, clearly unbothered.

He liked her legs; she liked his lips. It felt fair to him, easing some of his lingering guilt.

But An Luo Yi, still feeling her heart race, couldn’t be as composed as he was.

Once again, He Ange had found his release, entering his calm state. But An Luo Yi? She was far from it.

(tln : oh , An Luo Yi did a feetjob)

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Late at night, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet officially began.

The city lord’s mansion was ablaze with light, adorned with countless lanterns. Nobles and officials from across Yong’an City gathered to drink and admire the moon.

When An Luo Yi arrived, all eyes turned to her in curiosity.

The Shengxu Sect, being the closest immortal sect to Yong’an City, held significant influence over the region.

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The fact that the Shengxu Sect had sent a representative to a mortal gathering was already an honor.

And the representative was none other than a direct disciple—a status so prestigious that even the city lord had to treat her with utmost respect.

Before An Luo Yi’s arrival, no one dared to touch their chopsticks.

That night, the city’s elite eagerly awaited their first glimpse of the renowned disciple, wondering what kind of celestial beauty she might be.

When the silver-haired fairy stepped into view, gasps of admiration rippled through the crowd.

Their mortal imaginations had fallen short. Everyone knew that women from immortal sects were renowned for their ethereal beauty, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

An Luo Yi’s appearance left them in awe. Her elegance defied description, as if only poetry could capture her grace.

“Fairy An, I’ve long heard of your reputation. It’s an honor to meet you. Please convey my regards to your sect master,” said a middle-aged man in regal robes, bowing respectfully.

He extended his hand in greeting, but An Luo Yi didn’t even glance at it. Her clear eyes remained fixed ahead, her expression serene.

She nodded slightly, acknowledging him without much emotion.

“City Lord Li, my master also sends his regards,” she replied.

As An Luo Yi entered the banquet hall, the crowd noticed a white-robed young man following closely behind her.

He Ange’s presence immediately drew attention.

With his refined demeanor and striking features, he matched An Luo Yi’s celestial aura, standing out even among the crowd of nobles.

“Who might this be?” the city lord asked, his curiosity piqued.

“My junior brother. He’s here to... broaden his horizons,” An Luo Yi said, hesitating slightly as she glanced back at He Ange. Unsure if her explanation was appropriate, she looked to him for reassurance. He nodded silently, indicating he didn’t mind.

The city lord studied He Ange for a moment before breaking into a smile. Stepping forward, he extended his hand in greeting.

Caught off guard, He Ange hesitated briefly before shaking the man’s hand.

The moment their hands met, He Ange’s spiritual energy involuntarily surged. He looked up sharply, meeting the city lord’s gaze. In those dark eyes, he glimpsed a trace of abyssal corruption.

So that’s how it was...

The city lord, Li Jianyuan, had also fallen under the influence of the Abyss Orb.

“Looks like tonight will be full of surprises,” He Ange thought, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.

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