My Archangel

After realizing this, Qiao Wen felt that the whole person was a little bad.

Without struggling, he quietly stared at the angel who had been in front of him for more than three times, but had never stopped, and a few words appeared in his mind silently.

——This child has a strong vengeance and cannot be provoked.

"..."

However, when Qiao Wen thought of this, he was not sure how long his precious face would be screwed by the archangel in front of him, he suddenly felt the pinch on his face disappear.

The other party has stopped.

"...?"

However, before Qiao Wen relaxed a bit, he noticed... the quilt angel in front of him didn't seem to have stopped his hand for the reason of "strained".

At this moment, although his hands were still attached to Qiao Wen's face, the expression on the archangel's face was slightly wrinkled, and the emerald-green pupils turned, and then looked in the direction of the bedroom door.

"..."

Noting this, Qiao Wen blinked, then his brain trembled, and he quickly reacted to something.

Look at the reaction of the quilt angel at this time... Could it be that someone is outside?

As such a thought came to mind, Qiao Wendeng was startled, his heart was lifted up instantly, and he subconsciously followed the archangel to cast his eyes to the bedroom door.

…who is it?

Is it sister Vina?

Or... Ah Jiu?

The latter is fine, but if it is the former...

"..."

As the familiar face flashed in his mind, Qiao Wen stiffened uncontrollably.

The next moment, an indescribable complex emotion came to mind in an instant.

Then, after digesting these emotions in just a few breaths, Qiao Wen was stunned to discover that this kind of crisis had already reached the moment when Vina would push the door in and discover the secrets in this room from the bottom of his heart. The feeling that arises the most is not afraid... but more inclined to guilt.

silence.

Time didn't go too long, just a few seconds before the archangel stared at the bedroom door, the whole room fell into a strange silence in vain.

By now, Qiao Wen knew very well that if Vina was outside the door, then he must have heard the brief exchange between him and Elisa.

In other words, it's too late to hide now.

Time passed slowly.

However, I don't know why, just when Qiao Wen swallowed and waited quietly for Vina, who might push the door in the next second...The door of this bedroom was never pushed open.

Whether it is inside the room or the corridor outside the room, it is as quiet as ever.

"...Master Elisa, do you really feel someone outside the door?"

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at the archangel beside him, and asked in a low voice.

"..."

Then to his surprise, she didn't know if it was because of the unsatisfactory physical condition, she didn't give Qiao Wen a real answer.

Under Qiao Wen's gaze, she shook her head slightly, and then a little uncertain look appeared in the aquamarine eyes, looking back at Qiao Wen.

It seems...just like her current answer, she just vaguely felt something, but was not sure.

"... Really, did the reaction just now mean that... That's right, if Sister Vina is really outside now, it's probably all over."

Upon seeing this, after realizing that he seemed to have misread the reaction of the quilt angel just now, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then he was slightly relieved.

The next moment, he hesitated, but he stood up slowly, and walked towards the bedroom door on his own initiative.

Click.

Five seconds later, accompanied by a slight twisting sound of the handle in the dark night, Qiao Wen, who walked to the door, had already opened the bedroom door, carefully poking his head out of the room and looking around.

The faint candlelight flickered in the magic wick, and the corridor on the second floor was empty without any human shadows.

'Is it the illusion of that quilt angel?Uh... logically speaking, if there is no reason, Vina is unlikely to pick me up to the second floor when it is almost one o'clock in the morning...'

Looking carefully around the corridor for a moment, Qiao Wen frowned as the thought came to mind.

For some reason, it was obvious that this was the best result for the moment, but he found that he did not have too many thoughts such as rejoicing or remaining after the disaster in his heart.

"Hmm...? This is?"

The next moment, just as Qiao Wen was about to close the door again, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something beside the stairs in the corridor next to his door.

A small, white feather that looked like something.

"I always feel that this stuff seems a bit familiar..."

He walked over and picked up the feather, took it in his hand and observed it for a moment. Qiao Wen found that...this thing seemed to be the stuffing in the quilt he was covering now.

'This...is it leaked out when I came up with the quilt before?'

After blinking his eyes, Qiao Wen's mind soon came up with this guess.

...

After about half a minute, Qiao Wen, who had found nothing, returned from the corridor and returned to his bedroom.

After the archangel who was puzzled by the expression in the closet gave a "no problem" gesture, he walked to the closet and carefully picked up the medicine jar placed there.

Now that the archangel has finished rubbing the medicine on the wound, it is naturally his turn.

'My injury is not very serious here, and with Vina's protection, the degree of erosion has not continued to deteriorate. It is enough to cure the eroded part, and it can save a little.'

After holding the medicine jar and walking to the bed, after placing the medicine jar on the bedside table aside, Qiao Wen also took off his clothes and checked the wound on his waist.

There, although it was slightly torn again due to some accidents before, at this moment, just as Qiao Wen had expected, the eroded parts still showed no signs of deterioration.

Now, except that his overall vitality has been consumed faster than usual because the wound has not been healed, the demand for special medicines is not so strong for the time being.

In other words, Qiao Wen can even temporarily give up these special effects to the archangel, focusing on curing the more seriously injured quilt first.

'No... wait?This method seems to be really good and completely feasible.'