My Archangel

...

Forest of Monsters, forest hut, second floor bedroom.

came back.

The cabin was brightly lit, with his side face resting on the soft quilt, and Qiao Wen, who leaned forward on the quilt, slowly opened his eyes after the physical body in reality was drawn into the spiritual world because of his consciousness.

As everything in front of him gradually became clear, Qiao Wen also realized that he had indeed come back...

'Speaking of, I woke up, where's the quilt?'

Realizing this suddenly in his mind, Qiao Wen almost instinctively shook his head and raised his head subconsciously.

Then, his eyes touched a pair of clear eyes.

Like him, after leaving the thinking hall, this archangel has already woke up.

'...'

After realizing this, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he was relieved, he noticed another thing.

That is... the distance seems to be a little closer.

At this time, Qiao Wen fainted because of physical contact not long ago. Now, after waking up at the same time, the distance between the two is very close.

So close that after Qiao Wen raised his head, the distance between his face became less than ten centimeters in an instant.

At this moment, almost subconsciously, Qiao Wen blinked, observing the face of the archangel close at hand.

Although the expression on his face was as surprised as Qiao Wen, there did not seem to be any emotions such as rejection or feeling offended on that cheek. After waking up, the archangel just watched him quietly.

I don't know if it was Qiao Wen's own illusion, he found that after the eyes of both sides contacted, the angel seemed to be a little closer to him unknowingly.

"...Sorry Elisa, I was sucked in just when I was about to put the medicine on you."

After a moment of stunned, Qiao Wen returned to his senses. He hurriedly moved away from his body, almost instinctively turning his head and looking at the bedroom door behind him.

The door is still closed.

On the wall clock by the door, the hour hand points to twelve o'clock and the minute hand points to nine.

It's half past midnight.

After careful calculation, the time has passed since he was dragged into the hall of thinking before, and probably only more than half an hour has passed.

And during the time he was sucked in, Vina didn't seem to come up.

...Not bad.

"Master Elisa, anyway...it's a new day now. Let's change the dressing first."

Withdrawing his gaze from the door, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned his gaze to the medicine jar that he had placed on the side of the cabinet door half an hour ago.

Then, when he said this sentence, Qiao Wen sighed subconsciously.

I always feel that the medicine jar, just looks very heavy...

"..."

On the other hand, after hearing him say this, Erisa took the initiative to untie the soft quilt wrapped around her body.

Immediately, under Qiao Wen's gaze, she slightly grasped the corner of the bottom shirt and lifted it up, exposing the wound on the waist and abdomen to him, and then looked up at him again.

Compared with the last time when applying the medicine, this time in front of Qiao Wen, the angel did not show the inexplicable gaze mixed with a little contempt.

At this moment, whether it was the clear gaze looking at Qiao Wen at this moment, or the inexplicable and formal expression on his face... the archangel seemed quite cooperative.

Later... After seeing the wound on the archangel again after a long time, Qiao Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really getting better.

Outside of the wound itself, the red-brown powder that Qiao Wen personally rubbed near the wound of the archangel a day ago...At this time, it has completely lost its color.

Obviously, all the medicinal effects inside the powder have been absorbed into the body by the angelic lord.

"Yeah... Lord Elisa, keep it still like this."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen also turned his head again, and reached out and lifted the lid of the medicine jar beside the cabinet door.

Afterwards, he saw a small part of the special medicine that was completely dissatisfied with the medicine jar, and...a small medicine spoon that Vina thoughtfully prepared for him.

These quantities are the quantities that Victoria Witch has been busy for ten hours today and then cooled for several hours...

Qiao Wen judged it a bit, if he used it sparingly alone, it would probably last two to three days.

But if it is used by two people, it will probably only last one day, and then there will be a little left.

'...After the quilt gets better from the angel's side, maybe I should go and talk to Vina.'

Gazing at the powder in the jar, he hesitated for a moment, the heaviness in his heart became more obvious, Qiao Wen sighed slightly, and turned his inquiring gaze to the archangel in front of him: "Master Elisa, that... you are now recovering physically. How's it going? I feel pretty good...Can I apply the medicine myself?"

"...?"

However, what Qiao Wen got from this inquiry was only the somewhat puzzled and puzzled look of Lord Angel.

"...Uh, I see, I should come."

Upon seeing this, the expression on Qiao Wen's face froze a little.

Then, he began to reach out and pick up the small medicine spoon in the jar, just like when he applied medicine to the archangel yesterday.

Feeling the right hand holding the spoon handle heavier inexplicably, Qiao Wen took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts, and carefully used the small medicine spoon to lift up the powder in the medicine jar as before and spread it evenly along the wound of the archangel.

"..."

At the moment when the powder came into contact with the wound, Qiao Wen noticed a slightly distressed expression on the face of the archangel.

Unlike Qiao Wen, the extent of her erosion was obviously much more severe, which also caused her wounds to appear much more sensitive when exposed to powder.

And I don't know if it is because the treatment of the powder has actually begun to take effect, the archangel is trembling slightly, and the reaction is obviously more obvious than when the medicine was first applied yesterday.

"Master Elisa, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, just find something to distract you."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen slowed down the speed of applying the medicine on his hand in order to prevent the precious powder from being scattered, and reminded Erisa.

"…Ok?"