My Archangel

After relaxing, her attention was drawn to Erisa's sleeping face again, and the expression on Qiao Wen's face gradually became a little weird.

It was the first time that he observed up close the appearance of the angel when he was sleeping.

When spending the night in the tree hole the night before, the quilt wrapped his whole body tightly, and Qiao Wen could not see what was inside.

Only now did he realize that the skin on the face of the archangel was really good.

It is white, ruddy, soft and slippery, unlike a person who has just recovered from a serious illness.

"..."

Little swallowed.Due to some occupational diseases, Qiao Wen has always been very interested in this kind of skin that is very well maintained and can be easily photographed without post-correction.

In his impression, there are few faces that can make him interested just by observation, but this angel is clearly included.

No, not only that, Vina, Camilla, Elyssa... After crossing over, the skins of the few people he met seemed strangely good, and there were no dead spots at all even when observed from close range.

"By the way, can everyone in this world have such good skins?"

"No, this is unlikely, probably these are special cases..."

Touching his chin and muttering to himself, looking at this seemingly unsuspecting sleeping face, Qiao Wen had an inexplicable urge to poke in his mind.

The sheet was squirming, and his right hand had been raised very skillfully without knowing it.

However, in the end, when the fingertip of the index finger was less than one centimeter away from his face, Qiao Wen suddenly stopped again.

The sharp knife, the opposite sex with a slightly distorted expression, and the hot blood constantly splashing from his stomach... At the moment when he was about to proactively poke Lord Angel, Qiao Wen's mind flashed past the stabbing before crossing. One scene.

Then, there was a chill in his abdomen, his fingertips shook unconsciously, and he silently retracted his hand.

'Forget it, I don't seem to want to touch that, anyway, I have it myself.'

Quieting for a while, looking away from the archangel's face, Qiao Wen turned slightly to the other direction, rubbed his face silently, and closed his eyes again.

"...?"

Soon after Qiao Wen'an got down, the archangel, who had been sleeping quietly, suddenly opened his eyes.

With turquoise eyes turning, Erisa looked at Qiao Wen with her back facing her with some doubts. She stared at the back of her head, snorted after a long while, and turned to the other direction.

...

...

On the same day, 12 o'clock noon.

The warm sunlight passed through the clouds and entered the cave entrance, and was irradiated by plenty of sunlight. After not too long, the snow and ice covering this mountain range had melted a small part invisibly.

After several hours of adequate sleep, Qiao Wen has been awake for a while.

"Sure enough, the snow on the mountain is melting... This means that Mebis is not in this snowy mountain now, lucky."

Since half an hour ago, he had been lying at the entrance of the cave and peeping out. Qiao Wen could clearly observe this, and his face could not help showing joy.

According to the book, this mountain range was not originally a snow-capped mountain. It was only hundreds of years ago that the frost dragon came here to establish a nest, which caused this mountain range to be covered with snow and ice all year round for hundreds of miles.

Now the ice and snow will melt in the sun, obviously because the central refrigerator is not nearby.

It stands to reason that now is the best time to continue on the road.

but……

'Is she really asleep?Or simply do not want to come out of the quilt?'

Looking down at the quilt dumplings on the side, Qiao Wen had a strange expression.

An hour ago, when he woke up and left the quilt, the part of the quilt he had covered was like a caterpillar, and was completely rolled back by the archangel.

After that, no matter how Qiao Wen called, he never got a response.

He thought that Erisa was simply trapping the cotton, or he was really supplementing sleep.

But now it seems that something is wrong.

"It's rude, Master Elisa."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen decided to observe Elisa's state for a while.

He squatted down slightly, reached out his hand to pinch the corner of the quilt, and slowly lifted it up.

The first thing that catches the eye is a strand of light golden hair.

'The hair of this quilt angel...is it lighter than it was a few hours ago?'

Qiao Wen was stunned, and immediately continued to lift the sheet up.

Afterwards, he finally saw the profile of the archangel.

Lying sideways on the carpet, the knuckles of his hands were pinched very tightly even in his sleep. Although the skin exposed outside the pajamas was still white, there seemed to be a strange paleness.

"..."

His eyes were closed tightly, his slender eyebrows were curled together, and a slight grunt leaked from his mouth.

At this moment, even in her sleep, her facial features were tightly wrinkled, as if she was suffering some kind of pain.

Chapter 024: I only have the purest respect for you

"Is this expression a nightmare?"

"But...does the gods also have nightmares? Or is it because of other reasons?"

Perceiving something wrong, Qiaowen first instinctively pulled up the quilt and silently re-wrapped Erisa into zongzi.

Then he quietly put his ear on the quilt again.

Soon, the slightly painful hum came into Qiao Wen's ear again through the quilt.

"It seems that it wasn't because I just opened the quilt without authorization. Did she always do this when she slept before? It's just that I didn't notice through the quilt?"

Realizing this, Qiao Wen's eyebrows also frowned.

It seems a bit abnormal.

It's okay if Elisa is simply having nightmares, but if not, it's not quite right.

Time passed and three seconds passed. Just as Qiao Wen was thinking about whether to forcibly wake up the angel first, a burst of bone-chilling coldness suddenly struck him from behind.