My Archangel

Then, when he arranged his thoughts and looked at Elisa on him again, he saw that the other party was also staring at him without a word.

The happiness on the white cheeks has faded unconsciously, and no emotions can be seen. The archangel's quiet staring at his eyes, as if to see through his eyes what he was thinking at this time.

"Master Elisa, that... can you please get up from me first? You need to continue to recuperate in your current state. During this period, you must not be seen by Sister Vina. Anyway, I will show you a Place to rest."

With Elisa's eyes facing each other, it was clear that the archangel did not like words like "escape" or "hide". Qiao Wen carefully considered the words and tried to communicate with her like this.

"...?"

However, as soon as the voice fell, he noticed that the archangel in front of him still frowned silently for some reason.

The turquoise eyes flashed slightly. Although the emotions mixed in them were not real, Qiao Wen, who had been with the angel for some time, realized quickly that the other party seemed to have some reaction to what he just said. dissatisfied.

'Still dissatisfied with the words in my words?'

Realizing this, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a moment.

Because he felt... he seemed to have paid attention to the wording just now.

Including honorifics, even the slightest misuse of words does not exist——

"...Elisa."

However, just as Qiao Wen frowned invisibly, and habitually thinking about the thought loop of the mouthless angel...he suddenly heard a voice.

A girl's voice.

In this dark and empty room with only him and the archangel, he heard the voice of a strange girl that he had never heard before.

"...?,...????"

Perhaps because it was still in a state of erosion, Qiao Wen's reaction took a whole beat.

Then, he realized that the voice just now, the one that sounded a bit jerky but very pleasing... it seemed to be coming from the mouth of the archangel on his body.

Speak...

This quilt angel... just spoke??

It's better to say, does this guy actually talk?

"..."

The expression on his face gradually solidified, and Qiao Wen blinked his eyes and stared at the archangel without a word...

How should I put it, at the moment of realizing this, the shock that came up like a tide made him at a loss at this moment, and even forgot to think about the way Elisa pronounced her own name. intention.

"..."

Then, unlike Qiao Wen, who froze slightly because of shock, she looked at the human being in front of her. After waiting quietly for a while, her eyes changed slightly.

The change made Qiao Wen who was staring at him feel a bit tingling.

"...I see, if you don't mind, please allow me to call your name directly in the future."

As an adult, although this is the first time I have encountered such a thing, as an expert who is observant, Qiao Wen can still understand this simple meaning from the eyes of the other person looking at him at this time.

"..."

However, after speaking this sentence, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a moment.

Because he found that... the gaze of Lord Angel staring at him seemed to become even colder.

"Ah...that, sure enough, remove the honorifics as well?"

After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Wen quickly caught the worm in his sentence.

As the words fell, he finally noticed that the archangel who had become quiet again nodded his head slightly.

Immediately, the pressure from the archangel was relieved a bit.

"That... Elisa."

Seeing this, Qiao Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief. In order to get things back on track, he tentatively called out the name of the archangel and prepared to arrange the next work.

"...?"

However, what Qiao Wen didn't expect was... When he tried to call his name directly for the first time, the reaction of the angel in front of him was even stranger than he was.

For some reason, after being screamed by Qiao Wen, the calm gaze of the angel, who had already calmed down, was obviously shaken at this moment. She froze slightly, and the expression on her cheeks also stopped slightly. .

Immediately, under Qiao Wen's gaze, after this guy was stunned for a while, he leaned over his head with a somewhat stiff speed, so that he could barely see her profile.

But this is the case, Qiao Wen also vaguely saw an emotion from the angel's face.

That kind of emotion called surprise.

It seems... Even she herself feels very strange about why she was shaken at this time.

'This guy, isn't he used to being called that way?'

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was also thoughtful.

'That's it... after all, she is a goddess. Looking at her appearance, she is probably rarely called by her name. It is estimated that her social relationship is less than that of Vina. Maybe she doesn't even have friends like Camilla... Then, I I usually have to add a sibling when I call the witch of Victoria. Now I am used to calling this quilt, and it feels very awkward to change the name to this guy forcibly...'

How to put it, in fact, after trying to call out that name, not only the archangel felt awkward, but even Qiao Wen himself felt a kind of unspeakable awkwardness.

Although the relationship has improved a bit, to be honest, it is better to continue to call according to the original name. The oral addiction accumulated in the past few days is now very troublesome to deliberately change.

Of course, Qiao Wen felt that if the lord angel in front of him allowed him to call her using the three words quilt, he would definitely call it out smoothly.

But-is it possible?

Life is precious, and life is more expensive.

"...Just do it, Master Elisa."

Thoughts were surging in his mind. After detecting the strangeness with the quilt angel on his body, Qiao Wen was silent for a while, then stared at the archangel's profile again, and said, "Actually, I also feel a little uncomfortable to call this way. , In short, if you don’t like it, I’ll try to throw away the honorifics first. As for the word'soul’, um... just wait for one day when we don’t feel so awkward, then try to get rid of it?"

With that said, Qiaowen cast his inquiry-like gaze to Elisa.

"..."

As the sound of this sentence fell, Qiao Wen saw that the archangel turned his head slightly after hesitating for a while, and stared at himself again.

The slender right hand unknowingly clenched the hem of his chest. At this moment, when he cast his gaze on Qiao Wen again, the expression on the angel's cheek was a little more dazed than before.

The eyes of both sides face each other, and time seems to be frozen.