The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Li Muyang had never expected that this always aloof and indifferent Law Enforcement Elder would cry in front of him.

His hand gently caressed the woman’s cheek, tenderly wiping away her tears.

The careful movement seemed like he was touching a delicately fragile piece of art.

The woman grabbed the back of his hand, stubborn and angry as she looked up at him, refusing to shift her gaze away.

Their eyes met, and large tears kept rolling down Yan Xiaoru’s face.

The more Li Muyang wiped, the more tears the woman shed.

Eventually, his fingers were completely wet, but she still wouldn’t look away.

Tears streaming down her face, she looked at Li Muyang, evidently so delicate and yet stubbornly refusing to back down.

Watching her like this, Li Muyang let out a soft sigh.

"Elder Yan..."

Li Muyang gently called out to her, saying earnestly, "Whether you believe it or not, I truly did not mean to insult you, nor did I have any intention of taking advantage of you."

"Regardless, you are still a Demon Sect Elder, a Cultivator of the Spirit Travel Realm. Even though we are in a difficult and dangerous situation now, we won’t stay here forever, we will eventually leave."

"Once we step out of this land where our powers are sealed, you could easily take my life with the flick of your fingers."

"So how could that be considered taking advantage of someone..."

Li Muyang sighed, "My life has always been in your hands."

"You are the one who controls everything between us, the deity who stands high above."

"I am like a rat in the sewer, cautiously hiding, not daring to look directly at your radiance, until this chance arose and I dared to speak."

"And the words that I’m saying are not to ask for anything, nor to plot anything."

"I just want to simply confirm your feelings, to know where your heart lies."

"I don’t want to look back many years later and realize that I missed out on a very sincere affection."

Li Muyang sincerely continued, "Now that I have confirmed these feelings, that is enough for me."

"I do not expect any response from you, Elder Yan. After today, you will still be the Demon Sect Elder, and I will still be that Inner Sect Disciple of the Enforcement Hall; our relationship will remain the same."

"I will not tell anyone about this matter; I’ll treat it as my final secret, until I take it to the grave."

"Of course, you can choose to silence me by killing me."

Upon saying this, Li Muyang smiled bitterly, shaking his head, "But when you come to kill me, I will resist, I will run away, I will not submit myself willingly."

"Even if you want to kill me, I assure you I will not speak of today’s events, and will never tarnish Elder Yan’s reputation."

Li Muyang spoke with utmost sincerity.

All these words were his true feelings.

Before deciding to clarify this matter, he had already contemplated it many times.

A relationship between a Demon Sect Elder and a mere Inner Sect Disciple was impossible.

The blow to Yan Xiaoru’s prestige and reputation would be tremendous.

It would also affect Li Muyang’s future life.

Once these words were spoken, many things would become irreparable.

Li Muyang was uncertain whether things would develop for the better or for the worse.

But he did not want to remain clueless all his life.

He wanted to know, even if confirming this meant that Yan Xiaoru really intended to silence him, Li Muyang was prepared to accept it.

At worst, he could flee the Refinement Demon Sect, assume a new identity, and start a new life.

He had never thought of exploiting Yan Xiaoru’s feelings for any gain. Your next chapter is on empire

As Li Muyang finished pouring out his heart, Yan Xiaoru fell silent too.

Watching Li Muyang’s forthright demeanor and listening to his sincere narrative, Yan Xiaoru’s tears gradually stopped.

Finally, she slowly let go of Li Muyang’s hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes on her own, and slowly said.

"You’re not a rat in the sewer..."

Looking at Li Muyang with an expressionless face, Yan Xiaoru said, "If you are a rat in the sewer, what does that make me? A fool who likes a sewer rat?"

This time, Yan Xiaoru finally admitted outright and seriously—she liked Li Muyang.

Looking at Li Muyang’s sharply-defined and youthful handsome face, Yan Xiaoru murmured as if she were dreaming.

"I never thought I’d one day fall for an Outer Sect Disciple, a mere seventeen-year-old kid..."

Before Yan Xiaoru could finish her sentence, Li Muyang quietly corrected her.

"I’m already eighteen."

Yan Xiaoru glared at him fiercely, "I know!"

Once again, silence fell between them.

The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly became a bit awkward yet somewhat charming.

Yan Xiaoru, with an expressionless face, looked into the distance. She spoke to the air, using her profile toward Li Muyang. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It’s impossible for there to be anything between us. I am a Law Enforcement Elder of the Refinement Demon Sect, and you are just a disciple of the Demon Sect."

"Even though I truly appreciate you, have feelings for you, even the feelings between a man and a woman, there can be no outcome between us."

"As for killing you to silence you, indeed, it would solve everything."

"But I can’t bring myself to do it, nor do I want to. That’s not Yan Xiaoru’s way of doing things."

Yan Xiaoru emotionlessly said, "You just continue to stay in the Enforcement Hall. If you ever encounter any difficulties in your cultivation or run into any problems, you can come to me for help."

"Within my ability, I will try my best to help you; after all, you’ve saved my life, and I enjoy spending time with you and teaching you to cultivate."

"But our thing must remain a secret."

"If you truly care for me as you claimed, you should know how to truly care for and not hurt me."

In that moment, Yan Xiaoru seemed to have let go of all her burdens and worries, choosing to trust Li Muyang’s previous words.

Her words were clear: she would still be Elder Yan, and Li Muyang would remain a Demon Sect disciple.

Anything between them was impossible.

But she admitted her liking for Li Muyang and owing him a debt of gratitude for saving her life. She would look after Li Muyang in the future as much as she could.

Seeing Yan Xiaoru like this, Li Muyang smiled.

Seeing that Yan Xiaoru had finally stopped crying and reverted to her usual cool detachment, he felt somewhat happy.

"Okay!"

Li Muyang had no intentions of scheming anything, and since Yan Xiaoru said so, he simply nodded in agreement.

"I won’t cause any trouble for Elder Yan."

With these words, Li Muyang took two steps toward Yan Xiaoru and finally, under her wary and suspicious gaze, stood right in front of her.

Their eyes met, and Yan Xiaoru involuntarily clenched her hands tight.

"What... what are you trying to do?" Yan Xiaoru glared at Li Muyang and asked.

Her, an esteemed Elder of the Demon Sect, felt somewhat intimidated in the face of this bright and handsome young man.

But then, Li Muyang spread his arms, his expression sincere and innocent.

"I want a hug from Elder Yan."

"Ah?!"

Yan Xiaoru was momentarily stunned.

His words were so unexpected that Yan Xiaoru even thought she had heard wrong.

But the next second, Li Muyang’s arms tightened, and they embraced each other firmly.

In the tent, Li Muyang’s soft whisper could be heard.

"Didn’t Elder Yan say it? As long as it’s within your power, you would help me as much as you can... I’m so tired now, I just want Elder Yan to hold me for a little while, to heal my weary heart."

As Li Muyang’s words finished, Yan Xiaoru felt somewhat embarrassed and angered.

"You... rogue!" Yan Xiaoru cursed, utterly exasperated.

She never expected that this seemingly warm and sunny young man could be so brazen.

But after a few seconds of tension, an unwilling whisper from the woman could be heard in the tent.

"Only... only a hug."

What followed was Li Muyang’s delighted, low chuckle.

"Heh heh..."