CHAPTER 1895: CHAPTER 1888: LUO’ER-STYLE CONFESSION

Baiyue didn’t receive a response for a long time, so she slowly looked up and cautiously called out, "Luo’er?"

"Oh," Luo’er snapped back to reality and said with a hint of guilt, "Sorry, I was a bit distracted."

"No, is there something important?" Baiyue shook her head, widened her eyes, and asked.

"I thought about it," Luo’er said seriously, with his hands in his pockets, facing Baiyue, one word at a time, "Once Lipei’s crisis is over, let’s get married?"

"Ma-marriage!!?"

Baiyue’s eyes widened instantly, feeling a tingling sensation in her scalp. A wave of heat spread from her cheeks to behind her ears, immediately turning them red.

"Are you unwilling?" Luo’er asked, puzzled.

"No, no, no, I, I, I mean..."

Baiyue lowered her head, at a loss for words, stammering for a long time without saying anything.

After a long silence, she secretly lifted her head, staring at Luo’er, and asked softly, "How can you calmly make such a request?"

"Do you think my attitude is bad?" Luo’er asked uneasily.

"No, no, it’s just that..."

Baiyue lowered her head again, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

"At my age, I don’t really know how to be reserved; I say whatever comes to mind. Apologies..." Luo’er smiled and said, "In fact, thinking about it, I’m almost a forty-year-old man, seriously proposing to a young girl like you, it feels quite inappropriate."

"No, you’re the best!"

Baiyue almost instinctively raised her head and blurted out.

Pausing for a moment, she blushed again, avoiding Luo’er’s gaze, and said with her head lowered, "But I... I always feel like I’m not worthy of you..."

Then, without waiting for Luo’er to speak, she began to mumble to herself, "You’re an Elf, a noble Wood Elf. In school, I could almost only glimpse your back, and when I occasionally met your gaze, I felt very happy, very satisfied..."

"Even though we knew each other when we were young, whenever I saw you, I inexplicably felt inferior, unable to express why. I couldn’t even imagine forming a team with you, going on adventures together, or even, even sleeping in the same bed..."

As she spoke, tears fell uncontrollably from Baiyue’s eyes.

"When Sister Moumou brought you to find me, my heart was screaming madly, wanting me to agree to all your requests. But my mouth said completely the opposite of my true intention. I almost lost you all because of my stubborn, twisted personality..."

Luo’er listened quietly. Such confessions he had heard many times since childhood. But Baiyue’s confession was so soul-stirring that it made him inexplicably moved.

As an Elf, he possessed an attraction in human society that ordinary people couldn’t compare to. Even restricted by the secrecy policy at the time, few Earthlings knew about Luo’er’s existence.

Nevertheless, anyone who had seen his exquisite face couldn’t help but be amazed. Baiyue’s thoughts actually represented the inner thoughts of most people at that time.

Putting aside Luo’er’s military background, just his appearance and temperament were enough to make most women feel inadequate, and even gain a following from some men.

So, facing Luo’er, even Tangmo would feel immense pressure, let alone Baiyue, who felt inferior to Tangmo.

No matter how excellent they appeared to others, how knowledgeable, how capable, in front of Luo’er, these advantages seemed like the difference between mountains and hills, completely negligible.

Even though Tangmo affectionately called him dearly in daily life, if faced with a marriage proposal from Luo’er, her reaction wouldn’t be much better than Baiyue’s.

Especially now that Luo’er was the highest military and political leader in Lipei, while she was merely a chief in the intelligence communications division. Such a disparity created an overwhelming pressure.

After a long silence, Luo’er sighed slightly and broke the silence, "I think there’s a word that best describes me, even though it’s typically used for women..."

He looked into Baiyue’s eyes and said earnestly, "Takamine No Hana, that’s me — Sea Cliff Academy’s Takamine No Hana. Everyone only dares to admire from afar, not dare to desecrate. So if even you think you’re unworthy of me and reject me, then I’ll truly end up alone."

"What about Sister Moumou..." Baiyue bit her lip and asked.

"She can wait, but you can’t..." Luo’er said, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "No matter how advanced medicine gets, a person’s life doesn’t exceed a hundred years. Even if we start now, we have less than eighty years..."

"For ordinary people, eighty years is an era, but for me, an Elf, eighty years is like a fleeting moment. I will eventually lose you, so I want the remaining time to be without regrets for both of us..."

"I, I, can I really..."

Baiyue’s eyes widened, tears in her eyes, and she kept retreating, trembling in response to Luo’er’s gaze.

"I’m proposing to you, don’t make it sound like workplace bullying." Luo’er said with a wry smile.

"Sorry, I, I’m a bit overwhelmed..."

"As long as you’re willing, there’s no rush," Luo’er said, showing a sad expression, "Actually, there’s another important reason: my grandfather is already very old. I hope he can enjoy the blessing of four generations under one roof in his lifetime. Of course, if you’re unwilling, it’s alright..."

"No, I’m willing!"

Baiyue blurted out.

Both of them froze for a moment, then Baiyue blushed again, lowering her head and covering her face in extreme embarrassment.

"As long as you’re willing, that’s good enough."

Even someone as serious as Luo’er was rendered quite embarrassed by this sudden statement, scratching his head continuously.

"I, I have something to do, I must go now..."

Baiyue said, then hurriedly fled the office like escaping, leaving Luo’er alone to sigh with emotion.

Soon after, the door creaked open again, and Feng cautiously peeked her head in, glancing at Luo’er before slowly walking into the room, her expression somewhat unnatural.

"You heard everything?" Luo’er asked.

Feng didn’t speak, just shook her head vigorously.

But this obvious lie only confirmed her true thoughts. Luo’er could only smile wryly, shaking his head helplessly.

He returned to his desk and had barely settled into his comfortable chair when there was a knock at the door.

Feng put down her book, got up to open the door, took a quick look outside, then turned back to Luo’er, seemingly seeking his opinion.

However, before Luo’er could respond, the person outside the door pushed it open wide and boldly walked in.

Upon seeing her, Luo’er felt a headache coming on again.

"Brother, I heard you’re now the highest official in Lipei?" Luoya asked, standing with her hands on her hips, looking around.

"What, come to celebrate me?" Luo’er asked with a slight smile.

"Li Si said you’ve been promoted, and Grandpa didn’t believe it, so he insisted I come here to confirm the truth," Luoya said, tilting her head.

"You’re the one who wanted to come, don’t drag Grandpa into it."

"If you don’t believe me, you can ask Grandpa." Luoya pouted as she spoke.

"The old man will surely follow whatever you say, asking is pointless." Luo’er shrugged and chose not to engage further.

"Brother," Luoya stopped her gazing around and looked at Luo’er, asking, "What should I do?"

"What you want to do, why are you asking me?" Luo’er shrugged and replied.

"I’m an ex-sapien too." Luoya replied dissatisfiedly.

"I’m the highest official in Lipei, and you’re my sister. If I arrange a job for you, it’ll cause rumors." Luo’er naturally understood what she was getting at.

"You’re not fooling me," Luoya didn’t hesitate to tear apart his act, "You put every member of the advance team in key positions, and Murong, who’s close to you, is directly tasked with overseeing all administrative work. Now you’re saying these things as if you’ve only now realized nepotism is bad?"

"They all have extraordinary abilities, that’s why I entrusted them with heavy responsibilities. Don’t make your brother out to be a feudal tyrant." Luo’er rolled his eyes at her and replied irritably.

"But I also want to do something."

Luoya pouted her lips again.