The Game with Fairies

“…You’re not allowed to hit me!”

Yan Xiaoru, as if possessed, blurted out such a sentence.

After speaking without thinking, she wanted to shrink back.

However, the moment she spoke, she realized the gap in status and identity between the two of them.

–Why should Li Muyang be allowed to hit her?

And why should she be afraid?

The previously weakened Yan Xiaoru suddenly regained her confidence.

She looked up at Li Muyang and said, “You dare to hit me!”

Her emphasized statement was still blurted out without thinking.

She was, after all, a venerable Elder of the Demonic Sect. How could she speak in such a tone to an inner disciple?

Realizing this, Yan Xiaoru’s eyes widened as she stared at Li Muyang, trying to exude the cold and intimidating air of the past to regain some ground.

However, even with her eyes wide open, she didn’t look the least bit intimidating.

Her effortful glare, stubborn and indignant, resembled that of a petulant child.

Seeing Yan Xiaoru’s funny effortful glare, Li Muyang, who had been somewhat stunned by the slap, suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha…”

Li Muyang’s laughter wasn’t loud.

But to Yan Xiaoru’s ears, it was incredibly grating.

Her body trembling, she stared fiercely at Li Muyang as if trying to kill him with her gaze.

A thin layer of mist began to form in her eyes.

“You… you…”

The normally cold and expressionless Elder Yan now couldn’t even utter a complete sentence.

Her body trembled, and she stared at Li Muyang, seeming very angry but appearing more aggrieved.

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Elder Yan’s voice trembled, even carrying a hint of a sob: “Do you find what I said funny?!”

Seeing Yan Xiaoru’s trembling body and the quivering snowy ravine at her chest, Li Muyang composed himself, suppressing his smile to show a serious and earnest expression.

“Elder Yan…”

Li Muyang began to speak but then hesitated.

The originally serious and solemn atmosphere had suddenly turned comical and ridiculous due to Yan Xiaoru’s outburst.

The words he had intended to say now seemed out of place.

But in the end, Li Muyang steeled himself and repeated the question.

“Can you ask me that question again, the one you asked on the city wall ten days ago?” Li Muyang’s gaze was sincere.

His hand firmly grasped Yan Xiaoru’s.

It seemed as if the moment he let go, Yan Xiaoru would fly away.

After a long stare, the mist in Yan Xiaoru’s eyes slowly dissipated, and her expression cooled down.

She looked expressionlessly at Li Muyang and at his hand holding hers, and said, “Is it appropriate for you to hold my hand like this?”

“Uh… it’s okay.”

Li Muyang replied earnestly, “quite soft.”

Those three words instantly shattered the composure that Yan Xiaoru had struggled to maintain.

She stared at Li Muyang, dumbfounded, as if she was seeing this inner disciple for the first time.

“…Have you lost your mind?!”

Yan Xiaoru fell silent for a long while before finally squeezing out such an accusatory question.

She glared at Li Muyang, both embarrassed and annoyed: “Do you think that at this critical moment, you can insult me as you please?”

“Just because you can withstand the demons of the Blood Lotus Sect, must I tolerate you?”

“Li Muyang, what exactly do you take me, Yan Xiaoru, for?!”

Yan Xiaoru was a mix of embarrassment and anger, trembling with fury, a demeanor never before shown in public by the usually aloof law-enforcing elder.

But Li Muyang looked at her calmly, seriously, and candidly.

“If I had wanted to insult you, I could have done so back in the Demon Sword City secret realm.”

Li Muyang’s words instantly silenced Yan Xiaoru.

She stood rigid, a faint blush creeping up the ears of the cold female elder.

She stared hard at Li Muyang, the first time the two had openly mentioned the incident since their time in Demon Sword City over half a year ago.

For the past half year, both had tacitly avoided discussing what had happened in the secret realm of Demon Sword City.

But now Li Muyang had brought it up directly, speaking bluntly.

Back in the secret realm of Demon Sword City, not only had Yan Xiaoru’s cultivation disappeared, but she had also fainted several times.

If Li Muyang had wanted to do something to her then…

Yan Xiaoru clenched her teeth and glared at Li Muyang: “Are you saying I should thank you?”

The cold Elder Yan seemed to regain the aura of the law-enforcing elder.

However, her demeanor only made Li Muyang feel more troubled.

“Why do you always avoid my questions?”

Li Muyang held the woman’s hand, looking helplessly into her eyes, “Every time I try to have a serious talk, you deliberately change the subject… what are you so afraid of?”

“Am I going to eat you?”

Li Muyang was weary.

Yan Xiaoru, however, tried to pull away from Li Muyang’s grip, glaring at him: “Who’s afraid of you? Let go!”

Yan Xiaoru struggled, even reaching out with her other hand to pry Li Muyang’s fingers apart.

But as she extended her hand, Li Muyang’s free hand also reached out, grasping hers.

Standing face to face, their hands intertwined, time seemed to stand still.

With her arms spread and firmly held by Li Muyang, Yan Xiaoru was suddenly left wide open.

Facing the man before her, Yan Xiaoru suddenly found herself without any defenses.

Her gaze trembled, and she took a step back uneasily, “…What do you want to do?”

But Li Muyang had already lost his patience with her continuous evasive maneuvers.

He glared at Yan Xiaoru irritably, dragged her over forcefully, and pulled her in front of himself.

“Can you just listen to me?”

Li Muyang pulled the woman trying to escape in front of him, then, amidst her horrified gaze, he wrapped his arms around her waist and forcibly seated her on a nearby stool.

The moment Yan Xiaoru was lifted up, her body stiffened as if frozen, daring not to move at all.

Only after Li Muyang had placed her on the stool did she dare to breathe.

Looking uncertainly at Li Muyang, who had stepped back, Yan Xiaoru crossed her hands over her abdomen uneasily.

“You… what do you want to say?”

She felt as if she was about to hear some terrifying, outrageous statement and instinctively wanted to flee.

But considering the man’s robust figure and recalling his recent actions… Yan Xiaoru dared not make any sudden moves.

“Just say what you want to say,” Yan Xiaoru tried to maintain the dignity of her position as an enforcement elder.

However, Li Muyang’s casual remark once again shattered her authority.

“Yan Xiaoru, you like me… right?”

With that casual remark, Yan Xiaoru’s face instantly flushed red.

“You’re slandering me!”