The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Ever since the last incident in the North Sea Mirage Mirror, where Wei Luan fought desperately to deal with the Dragon Mother for everyone, Wei Luan could no longer maintain her human form and became an inanimate object.

Later, it was only through the Heavenly Venerable’s intervention that she was barely brought back to life.

The resurrected Wei Luan was like a broken mirror mended. Although seemingly intact on the surface, she was riddled with holes on the inside. Fu Luan carefully nurtured her, discarding all their past grievances and ill will, and interacted with her with a brand-new attitude, hoping to smooth over the physical and mental scars.

Of course, it wasn’t just because of her compassion.

It was because… the resurrected Wei Luan was no longer as rebellious and unruly as before.

The old Wei Luan dared to press herself against the mirror and commit inappropriate acts upon their first meeting, dared to embrace her with unbridled passion, and lift her skirt to express love through action.

The current Wei Luan had become much more restrained.

She was like a pool of water that had been passionate and boiling, gradually calming down and settling.

The clear floated to the top, and the turbid sank to the bottom.

Wei Luan had restrained all the behaviors that used to make her uncomfortable, presenting only purity to her.

They were starting over.

It was like a normal couple’s first meeting: pure, proper in words and actions.

Although everything was moving in a good direction, Fu Luan always felt that something was amiss.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the problem was.

Everything was so calm and ordinary.

And precisely because it was too ordinary, Fu Luan felt a bit uneasy.

They exchanged greetings daily, being considerate to each other like a normal loving couple, and would occasionally perform the Rites of Duke Zhou at night.

Unlike their initial, frenzied encounters, Wei Luan was extremely careful and meticulous in every subsequent occasion. Before doing anything, she would ask several times before proceeding, cautious to an unbelievable extent.

Fu Luan really wanted to tell her it’s not necessary to be so careful.

I promised to treat you well. I won’t go back on my word. You can be a bit more “wild,” it’s fine.

But… every time afterward, Wei Luan would immediately release her, then turn her back and lie down in a restrained manner, never moving restlessly for the rest of the night.

This made it difficult for Fu Luan to start a conversation to talk things over.

Late at night, as they slept back-to-back once again, Fu Luan finally couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Fu Luan asked softly, then turned and quietly moved closer. “Your mood doesn’t seem very good. We are lovers now. If you have something on your mind, you can tell me.”

Wei Luan didn’t speak, her fingers tightening slightly.

“It’s alright, speak,” Fu Luan helped tidy her hair. “I’m listening.”

Wei Luan secretly reddened her eyes, clutching the bedding beneath her, her mind racing with emotion.

After her resurrection, she had learned many things, such as the most basic human etiquette.

Whether she learned actively or heard remarks, she finally understood why the Immortal Master had avoided her like the plague despite her initial passionate pursuit.

She also knew that the Immortal Master agreeing to be with her now was out of compensation.

There was affection between them, but not mutual love.

Her relentless pouring out of love would not only be rejected by the other person but would likely make the other person even more disdainful.

Wei Luan’s gaze was empty, devoid of light.

She quietly stared straight ahead. In front of her was the dark-patterned bedding, without vibrant colors, reflecting no brilliance.

It was like her current mood. Dead silence, like a deep pool.

It was also like the very beginning, before her spiritual intelligence opened and the world inside the mirror was still in chaos.

Heaven and earth were murky, and her vision was a blank expanse.

Since the North Sea incident, she had lost much of her cultivation.

This made her feel completely insecure. She found that she couldn’t defeat everyone anymore. Anyone could engage in combat with her, this immortal artifact. She remembered that in the beginning, her Mirage Mirror could confidently meet any challenge. But now, she had nothing. Her cultivation had scattered completely. When she closed her eyes, her heart was filled with anxiety.

She couldn’t even hear the Immortal Master’s thoughts anymore.

She didn’t know if it was because her cultivation was weak or because Immortal Master Fu Luan didn’t want her to pry.

Wei Luan didn’t dare to ask, didn’t dare to think, and even less dared to contemplate deeply.

She knew that the Immortal Master was with her now, willing to make love to her, purely out of that small amount of guilt.

Debts owed will always be repaid someday.

Patience will eventually be exhausted.

By then, the useless self will be abandoned.

Just like in the very beginning, no one wanted her, this broken mirror. Even passing beggars would scorn her sharp edge.

No Immortal Master would ever step forward to pick up this damaged object again.

Wei Luan flinched, hugging her arms around herself.

“It’s nothing, I’m just… just a little cold,” Wei Luan felt bitterness in her heart, but only used the coldness as a cover.

In the middle of summer, perhaps she was truly too cold, craving a kiss with a reckless desire.

No.

Can’t.

Must not.

She immediately rejected the idea.

A kiss was something only lovers could do.

It required mutual sincere love.

It was too much of a luxury. Wei Luan dared not think about it.

Last time, she saw the Demonic Venerable pinching Tong Siqing’s chin and kissing her, so she paused to watch for a moment. It was also then that she realized kissing was normal, but there was a prerequisite: they had to love each other sincerely.

Otherwise, it was a violation and would cause the other person to feel disgusted.

She knew what the Venerable’s words meant—because when she first tried to kiss the Immortal Master, the Immortal Master had frowned and turned her face away.

All signs clearly showed that the Immortal Master did not love her.

Even now, sharing a bed with her, how much love was there?

Presumably, the other person even felt disgusted lying next to her.

Wei Luan felt sorrowful, lowering her eyes without a word. A strand of black hair fell from her face, resting on her cheek, fluttering with her breathing.

It tickled, making her want to cry.

Without cultivation, Wei Luan, as the Mirage Mirror, immediately lost all basis for arrogance. She became the same formerly self-deprecating, insignificant broken mirror.

Wei Luan had always believed she was arrogant and prejudiced, clear about love and hate, and willing to take responsibility for her actions.

It was only now—that she saw she was also a coward.

Without anything to rely on, she dared not ask for much, even knowing that the Immortal Master was humoring her. She still didn’t dare to turn and leave.

Every night they shared a bed, she tightly controlled the time. When she thought they had reached the time deemed appropriate by the world, she would immediately stop and release the other person, no longer demanding more, afraid of angering or annoying the other person.

Every time was just a taste, not daring to indulge or become intoxicated.

She used immense willpower to restrain herself, not daring to look one extra time or move one extra inch.

If it were before, she would have definitely felt comfortable, disregarding the Immortal Master’s feelings and insisting on dragging the other into intoxication with her.

Yes, how wonderful it would be if it were before.

Wei Luan was filled with regret, wishing she could slap herself.

If she could go back to the beginning, she would definitely speak properly and gradually interact with the Immortal Master. Maybe she could have left a good impression.

She indulged in this fantasy. As she thought, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander again—if she were still like before, she would immediately turn around and forcibly kiss those cool lips, then ask the Immortal Master with a mix of playful reproach and coquettishness, asking if the other truly liked her.

Even if the answer was unsatisfactory, she could brazenly pin down the Immortal Master’s wrists and continue kissing until the Immortal Master was willing to change the answer.

It was too late.

She couldn’t go back.

Now, she dared not do anything. She could only quietly feign sleep, not daring to do anything excessive or make any excessive demands.

“Are you asleep?” Sensing the mirror’s steady breathing, Fu Luan silently moved closer to her, resting her chin gently on the other’s shoulder, then speaking to herself. “Why do I always feel that you are unhappy, but you are unwilling to tell me?”

Wei Luan’s eyelashes trembled. She dared not make a sound.

“Although sometimes, looking at this face, I felt uncomfortable, I’ve grown used to it now. Although our appearances are the same, the souls within are different after all. The gaze and expressions are also different. After watching for a long time, I no longer avoid your eyes,” Fu Luan thought as she spoke, her voice gentle, as if through a layer of hazy, thick mist. “After getting along for this period, I realized that what you said back then was actually true—whether it’s my heart or my feelings being moved by you, it won’t break my Dao of Emotionlessness… The Dao of Emotionlessness, ah, it is indeed full of loopholes. It was wise for the Heavenly Venerable to abolish this path. This path is useless and should not remain.”

Wei Luan: !!!

Feelings being moved!

Heart being moved!

Did she just say she was moved by me?!

Wei Luan’s heart pounded incessantly. She felt like her chest couldn’t contain her heart anymore.

She truly felt like a human, having such a fierce heartbeat.

The thumping was so loud. She felt like her ears were filled with the sound of her heartbeat. Blood rushed straight to her ear canals, and then a heat rose to the top of her head, as if she had been thrown into boiling water. Her entire body was on fire.

“I still have one question I want to ask you… Are you… unable to hear my thoughts now?”

Fu Luan said the last sentence, then lightly nipped Wei Luan’s slightly red ear tip.

Wei Luan: !!!

She immediately dropped the pretense, turning and tightly hugging Immortal Master Fu Luan.

“I knew you were pretending to sleep,” Fu Luan gently scraped the other’s nose with her fingertip. “Alright, don’t sleep. Get up and confess honestly.”

Wei Luan looked as if she were slightly drunk, her entire face flushed.

Wei Luan: “When did the Immortal Master know that I couldn’t hear your thoughts?”

Fu Luan explained to her: “I found out early. Every time you brought me joy, you always stopped and paused at an inappropriate time. I told you thousands of times in my heart, but you never acknowledged me once. At first, I thought you were deliberately being mischievous—later, I realized you couldn’t hear what I was thinking at all.”

Wei Luan lowered her head, feeling some annoyance and regret. Her long, black eyelashes trembled. Clear tears rolled down her lashes and fell onto the quilt.

Wei Luan: “I’m sorry. I’m just a broken, useless artifact. I can’t give the Immortal Master anything.”

“It’s alright. I have never disliked you,” Fu Luan comforted her softly, wiping away the tears from her lashes. “Is this why you’ve been feeling down?”

Wei Luan: “No…”

She was about to deny it when she suddenly realized that the Immortal Master had already answered the thing she was most conflicted about.

The other person loved her. The other person had feelings for her.

The Immortal Master wouldn’t lie. Therefore, what the Immortal Master said about her heart and feelings being moved was true.

She wasn’t a broken mirror that no one wanted.

The Immortal Master still wanted her.

In a flash, the haze that had been covering Wei Luan’s heart suddenly dissipated.

So, she quickly changed her answer: “Yes.”

“That’s not difficult,” Fu Luan said upon hearing her answer. She then raised her hand and cast a spell, allowing their hearts to connect again. She asked in her mind, “Can you hear my thoughts?”

Wei Luan was almost ecstatic with joy—She heard it! She heard it!

The Immortal Master said she loved her.

Wei Luan eagerly embraced the other person, using all her strength, wishing they could become one and never separate again.

Just then, as she was about to say something emotional, she suddenly heard a thought from the Immortal Master.

If you don’t throw a tantrum now, can we continue?

Wei Luan: !!!

She knew it! It wasn’t good to be too punctual with this kind of thing. Neither person could fully enjoy it.

“Good, I will immediately…” Wei Luan couldn’t complete a full sentence because her Immortal Master pulled her down and gently took her lips.

One pleasant surprise after another arrived.

Wei Luan swore she had never been this joyful in her life.

When she was joyful, she tended to act impulsively. When she was impulsive, she couldn’t stop. When she couldn’t stop, she was likely to get hit. When she was hit, she became even more excited. When she became more excited, it lasted longer. When it lasted longer, she became intermittently impulsive again. When she became impulsive, she couldn’t stop anymore…

It was only after the last time she was hit that Wei Luan realized the Immortal Master’s hand couldn’t even be lifted anymore.

Wei Luan: “…”

Her consciousness returned, and she suddenly recalled the entire process.

In the beginning, the Immortal Master’s thoughts and words were inconsistent. Regardless of whether she said fast, slow, stop, or go, her heart was filled with demands and pleasure.

Later, the Immortal Master’s thoughts had only one thing.

Stop.

She seemed to have chosen to ignore it.

I’m doomed. She had messed up.

The next day, wouldn’t the Immortal Master immediately cancel the mind-link?

Wei Luan thought remorsefully, Why didn’t I know how to use a long line to catch a big fish?

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