My Archangel

"..."

Under Vina's gaze, Qiao Wen's face grew redder and his expression became more and more tangled.

In the end, as if giving up something, he silently released his hands holding the quilt.

"That's right. The place you hurt is very dangerous. If you don't change the dressing carefully...Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Vina, who was holding the pink medicine jar in her hand, said this, while casting her eyes on the wound on Qiao Wen's abdomen.

Then... she was stunned.

"..."

The beautiful eyes blinked blankly, the voice of speaking stopped abruptly, and a touch of bewilderment gradually emerged on the white and beautiful face.

Looking at the position a little further below Qiao Wen’s wound, looking at it like a tent, turning his pants into an exaggerated shape that he had never seen before, the confusion on Vina’s face grew stronger and stronger. .

--what is this?

——This... shouldn't...?

In the next moment, with such two diametrically opposed contradictory thoughts colliding in his mind, Vina's hand that was about to reach Qiao Wen shook slightly, and froze in the air in vain.

Immediately, after realizing something, a rare blush also appeared on that white cheek, and the whole person became a little at a loss.

"Sorry, it looks like this when I woke up just now."

Although there was no emotion like shyness in his heart, Qiao Wen's face still showed a little helpless look, he turned his head in despair, and looked away from Vina's body. Let's open it up: "So sister Vina, can you... let me change the dressing myself?"

"..."

As her gaze freezes, Vina's reaction is half a beat slow.

"Yes...well, in this world, he has grown up at the age of fifteen, and Al... is already a boy who can be alone."

Then, she took a deep breath, nodded slightly, forcibly suppressed the blush on her face, and nodded to Qiao Wen like a caring big sister.

"Then, my sister will go ahead and continue to make this medicine. Put this jar on the cabinet... You have to change the medicine yourself, understand?"

"Well, thank you Sister Vina."

"... Then, that's it."

Slightly stiff, she straightened up. After saying this, Vina gave Qiao Wen one last look, then turned and left her bedroom.

By the way, he closed the door intimately for Qiao Wen.

Although the whole process was well concealed, watching Vina disappearing behind the door, Qiao Wen still clearly read a trace of embarrassment from her.

'This witch is as I thought, unexpectedly innocent.'

With Vina's departure, the whole bedroom quickly returned to silence.

Retracting his gaze from the closed bedroom door, Qiao Wen first lowered his head slightly, glanced at the part where he had just been forcibly awakened by his imagination, then turned his head, staring thoughtfully at the side table on the side table. Pink medicine jar.

'Ha...Although it's a bit missing, you still have to put this thing on the quilt as soon as possible.'

He sighed slightly. Although Qiao Wen knew this, he slowly closed his eyes.

Although I wanted to transfer the archangel over to rub the medicine immediately, Qiao Wen knew very well that it couldn't work now.

'Victoria has just left the bedroom. She just said that she is going to prepare a new medicine. The time is about one day... Just wait here for a while. After she gets to the laboratory to make the medicine, I can start the operation. Up.'

'After all, whether it's reading a book or doing an experiment, as long as that witch concentrates, she basically doesn't want to take care of other things. That period of time is my time.'

Qiao Wen knows very well now and can't worry.

It's easy to happen in a hurry.

Even if there is a surrender, but no matter what, this is still the bedroom of the witch, it is not a suitable place for surrender.

Qiao Wen judged that at least... he had to wait for him to go to his bedroom on the second floor, close the doors and windows tightly, and cover as much as possible the movement that might occur when God descends.

Of course, as for whether there was any movement after the start of the "God Drop" thing, Qiao Wen, who had not officially used it, didn't know himself, he could only do his best to ensure adequate insurance.

...

...

After about thirty minutes.

'The time has come.'

In the bedroom on the first floor, Qiao Wen, who was wrapped in a quilt, slowly opened his eyes.

After recovering from the half-dream and half-awake state, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

The time is just right.

In his impression, the Victoria Witch can usually enter the state in about ten minutes at most when doing a thing. Now that half an hour has passed, it is almost time to start the plan.

'……call.'

Knowing exactly what he was going to do next, Qiao Wen breathed out slowly, and sat up from the bed again with some effort on the sheets.

'The next time may be the most troublesome time, probably no different from walking a tightrope.'

Looking back at the pink medicine jar on the bedside table, Qiao Wen lifted the quilt on his body and climbed to the side of the bed to get out of the bed.

'In other words... so heavy??'

Qiao Wen was stunned when he reached out and tentatively picked up the small medicine jar.

Because he found... the thing that was held by the Victoria Witch with one hand just now seemed too heavy for him.

'Am I too imaginary now?Or is this thing heavy?'

With weak hands, dragging his swaying body, with some difficulty lifting the medicine jar from the bedside table to the bedroom door, Qiao Wen almost subconsciously exhaled the system panel in his mind and checked his current state.

[Host: Qiao Wen]

Age: 15

[Current World Rating: S+]

[Inherent talent]

[1: No one in a million acting skills]