After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 33 - Senior Sister, You’re Blushing

An Luo Yi was genuinely happy tonight.

It turned out that everything had been a misunderstanding. He Ange and Xu Xin had gone down the mountain earlier not for any secret rendezvous, but to fetch the fish and barbecue supplies for her.

All of this effort was because He Ange had remembered her birthday and wanted to surprise her.

It was the perfect ending. An Luo Yi loved birthdays like this.

Her favorite grilled fish, her closest companion by her side, and the chance to reminisce about old stories with him while laughing together...

Both her heart and her appetite were completely satisfied.

What could be more perfect than a birthday like this?

Nothing.

It was only now that she remembered—on this same day last year, He Ange had also brought fish up the mountain to make grilled fish for her. However, it hadn’t been winter snowfish back then. While eating the fish last year, she had casually mentioned how much she missed the winter snowfish from the secret realm.

It had been an offhand comment, something she said without much thought.

But He Ange had remembered. A year later, on her birthday, he had gone out of his way to bring her a fresh winter snowfish.

She was overjoyed. The earlier sulking and pouting were long forgotten. Now, just looking at the boy’s profile illuminated by the firelight made her lips curl into a smile. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with the light of the stars and moon as she thought about how to reward him properly. She wanted him to know just how much she appreciated this thoughtful gesture.

At that moment, He Ange stood up.

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“Senior Sister, it’s getting late. I should head back,” he said, seemingly oblivious to the affectionate look in her eyes.

What?

That wouldn’t do.

An Luo Yi only celebrated her birthday once a year, and tonight, her mood was at its peak. Ending the night so soon felt like a waste of such a perfect moment.

“Don’t go,” she called out, stopping him as he began to pack up.

“Hm?” He Ange turned back, puzzled.

“I want to bathe. Could you help me change into my bathrobe?”

An Luo Yi sat on the steps of the pavilion, her long, slender legs swinging slightly. As she spoke, she casually removed her outer robe, revealing more of her shoulders and collarbone.

Of course, what immediately caught He Ange’s attention was the alluring curve of her chest and the hint of cleavage.

He had to admit, the outfit he had designed for her was... provocative.

Normally, An Luo Yi’s outfits included an outer robe that draped over her shoulders, covering most of her skin and presenting a pure, elegant aesthetic. He Ange had added the outer robe specifically to tone down the sensual design of the inner layers, which were more daring and suggestive.

And clearly, An Luo Yi was aware of this.

Because as soon as she removed the outer robe, exposing the delicate and intricate design of the inner dress, her cheeks flushed slightly.

She knew exactly how revealing the inner dress was.

And she knew it would make it impossible for He Ange to look away.

“Senior Sister, maybe you should change on your own... I’m not a child anymore,” He Ange said hesitantly, trying to decline.

Back in the capital, it wasn’t unusual for An Luo Yi to bathe with He Ange. She had been younger then and had treated him like a little brother, so she hadn’t minded.

But ever since they entered adolescence, she had become much more reserved about such matters. She was always careful to keep a distance when it came to anything that could be considered inappropriate between a man and a woman.

Yet tonight, she was openly inviting him to help her change.

It was completely out of character.

“Don’t you like it? I thought this was your favorite design,” she teased, glancing down at her dress. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she noticed his reaction.

She wasn’t wrong. The dress revealed just enough to be enticing without crossing any lines. The fabric clung to her figure, highlighting her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore.

“I do like it, but I can’t compromise your honor, Senior Sister. You might want to get married someday,” He Ange said, trying to sound noble.

An Luo Yi narrowed her eyes, her gaze skeptical. She could tell he was being insincere.

“You didn’t seem worried about my honor when you slashed open my bodice during the sparring match,” she countered.

“That was an accident,” He Ange replied awkwardly, feeling a bit cornered. His face flushed red, the color spreading from his ears to his cheeks.

An Luo Yi watched him, her expression unreadable. She didn’t press the issue further. Forcing him would only make her seem improper.

“Fine. You can go,” she said with a sigh, retreating into her room.

But she didn’t close the door completely. Instead, she left it slightly ajar, standing just inside where she could still be seen. Slowly, she began to unfasten her dress, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor.

The glimpse of her figure through the door was enough to make anyone’s imagination run wild.

Her undergarments were unique—a delicate camisole made of cotton and lace, paired with black safety shorts. It was modest yet tantalizing, revealing just enough to be alluring without crossing any boundaries.

He Ange could admit, without shame, that he had designed those undergarments.

They were part of his “artistic vision,” as he liked to call it. While they technically covered everything, the way they hinted at what lay beneath made them even more enticing than if they had revealed more.

He couldn’t deny it—he was captivated by her.

He wanted her. That much was undeniable.

But he wasn’t bold enough to say it out loud.

And An Luo Yi, despite her usual aloof demeanor, wasn’t as naive as she appeared. She had known He Ange for ten years, and she understood him well. Leaving the door slightly open while she changed was no accident. It was a calculated move, designed to tease him.

The gap in the door offered just enough of a view to be tempting, but not enough to satisfy his curiosity. It was maddeningly effective.

He Ange realized too late that he had fallen into her trap.

When he finally looked away, he found her staring back at him through the door, her eyes meeting his with pinpoint accuracy.

Caught red-handed.

Any attempt to deny his interest would be futile now.

There was no point in pretending. He Ange wasn’t the type to feign innocence once the truth was out.

Sighing, he closed his eyes.

“Senior Sister, I was wrong. Please allow me to help you change,” he said, scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed smile.

An Luo Yi smirked, clearly pleased with herself. Turning away, she let out a soft huff.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come in.”

He Ange obeyed, stepping into the room.

“Close the door. It’s cold outside,” she added.

With a click, the door shut, plunging the room into a dim twilight. The only light came from the faint glow of the moon through the window, casting soft shadows across the room.

He Ange considered lighting a lamp but decided against it. As a demonic cultivator, his eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, allowing him to see clearly even in the faintest light.

An Luo Yi, of course, was aware of the dim lighting. She didn’t mind letting him see, but she didn’t want him to see too much. The intimate act of having him help her change was already enough to make her heart race.

She pretended not to care, but the occasional brush of his hands against her skin made her cheeks flush.

“All done, Senior Sister,” He Ange said, his face slightly red as he admired her in her bathrobe.

The robe was far less revealing than her previous outfit, but knowing what lay beneath made it impossible for him to remain unaffected. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness, as if she belonged to him alone.

“And you?” she asked, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow.

He blinked, unsure of what she meant.

Sighing, she walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out another bathrobe, handing it to him with her arms crossed.

“You should change too.”

Her cold gaze seemed to pierce through him, as if she were determined to memorize every movement, every expression he made.

Holding the robe, He Ange hesitated.

“Senior Sister, this feels a bit... inappropriate...”

This was her home, after all. If she wanted to change into a bathrobe, it made sense. But why did she want him to change as well?

“What’s there to be shy about? I’ve seen everything already,” she said matter-of-factly, as if she hadn’t been blushing earlier.

He Ange had noticed her blush, of course. He just hadn’t pointed it out.

Now, hearing her speak so nonchalantly, he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“Alright,” he said with a sigh, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“If you insist, Senior Sister.”

With a soft rustle, his clothes fell to the floor.

Men’s clothing was simpler and quicker to remove, leaving An Luo Yi momentarily stunned. When she regained her composure, her eyes were drawn to his well-defined abs and the slight bulge beneath his undergarments.

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“Senior Sister, you’re blushing.”