My Archangel

'In that case...then I won't change it at all this time. Weina spent ten hours making two or three days' worth of medicine in one breath. It is estimated that she will not continue to take medicine tomorrow, at least during this period. It won't stop medicine...I can drag on my side, but the quilt can't drag.'

With this thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Qiao Wen stopped slightly when he was about to uncover the lid of the medicine jar.

In all fairness, empathy.

He felt that if he were Vina...this time, he had done enough for two or three days in one breath, and he would definitely not continue to make medicine tomorrow.

Just kidding, ten hours at a time, the whole process of maintaining high concentration and uninterrupted pharmacy, who can withstand this?

Even if the standard for making a deity feel "tired" is higher... but that kind of boring process is enough to make people feel tired.

Qiao Wen remembered very clearly that Vina, who taught her in the study today... Although her face was well covered, the objective exhaustion could not be covered at all.

And... Qiao Wen felt heavy inexplicably when he thought that the medicine that Venus had made at such a high price had been handed over to another person for use by himself without permission.

To be honest, now that he is clearly aware of that witch's attitude towards him, if it is not for the safety of the quilt angel, he really doesn't want to continue to cover it up.

Because it is very annoying, it will make his mood more and more uncontrollable and heavy.

'Ha...now I can only hope that Erisa can get better as soon as possible. If her safety can be ensured, then when I am ready to leave here... I have to go to Vina and have a talk.'

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen sighed slightly, and then released the hand that had held the lid of the medicine jar again.

Qiao Wen knew very well that as far as the current situation is concerned, as long as he can sustain it, curing the archangel first is the best solution.

Because this quilt angel is his only hope of going home.

'Uh...it doesn't seem to be very painful now, just a little bit of care not to tear the wound again these days is enough.'

After shaking his waist subconsciously, Qiao Wen was ready to go to bed after confirming that he could stand it completely.

"Ok…?!"

However, in the next moment, just as Qiao Wen turned around and was about to climb on the sheets that Vina had just arranged for him not long ago, he suddenly felt a force coming from behind him.

That strength is not too great, and it still comes with a little cold touch.

"Eh, Lord Elisa...?"

After being easily pushed onto the sheets from behind, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a moment.

Then, as the icy feeling swept across his waist, Qiao Wen, who was originally back facing upwards, was turned over and turned into a front facing upwards.

Then, he saw the guy who had just pushed himself down from behind and turned himself over again.

Naturally, it will only be the quilt angel who stayed in the closet half a minute ago.

"You...what are you doing?"

At this moment, although Qiao Wen didn't know why the quilt angel suddenly came out of the closet, he looked at her distressed look that started to pant slightly, he clearly realized something, and the expression on his face suddenly changed slightly: " Wait for Elisa? Your current wound is not suitable for disorderly movement, right?"

Obviously, Lord Angel, who had just forcibly dragged his severely injured body to his side from more than ten meters away, was in very poor condition now.

What's the matter, this quilt.

Do you know what is the basic quality of healing wounds?

"..."

However, facing Qiao Wen, who became a little stunned for a moment, but did not dare to show an unpleasant gaze. The angel who attacked him from behind also narrowed his eyes slightly, with a rather cold gaze. Stared at him.

Even from that line of sight, Qiao Wen vaguely observed an unprecedented "crime".

"What, what?"

After making contact with the other party's line of sight, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a moment when he realized that he was stared fiercely.

what's the situation.

What he said just now...Is there any factor that needs to be stared like this?

"..."

On the other side, after dragging the seriously injured body and putting Qiao Wen down easily, the archangel sitting on his lap just glared at him with a cold look, and did not entangle him too much, but dragged him. With his swaying body turned sideways, he lifted the lid of the medicine jar that Qiao Wen had just placed on the bedside table.

"...?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was startled as he watched every move of the archangel, and finally realized why the quilt angel would take the initiative to drag this body out of the closet and press himself down.

Is the relationship misunderstanding?

"Wait, Lord Elisa, stop first, you have misunderstood something."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen quickly opened his mouth, stopped the archangel in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "I know what you are worried about, but I will tell you that my situation is very different from yours. Although Sister Na’s protection has also been eroded, the degree of erosion will not worsen. You completely think too much—"

"..."

However, for some reason, although he was listening to Qiao Wen's words, the movement of the archangel did not mean to stop at all.

The slender arm picked up the heavy medicine jar. Although this level of weight does not usually make the archangel feel heavy, but now, her entire arm is faintly trembling. stand up.

But this is the case. After bringing the medicine jar to the bed and laying it down, the angel lord still reached in and picked up the medicine spoon without hesitation, as if he was preparing to apply medicine to Qiao Wen.

"Wait, wait, wait—! Lord Elisa, I didn't joking with you. Now these medicines are not enough for us to use together. Your wound has just started to heal. If the medicine is stopped, it might rebound. It’s even more powerful. In other words, what about your contract spirit? Didn’t you say that you want to send me back to my hometown? Now these medicines are very precious, can you trouble you with a little professional ethics..."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes widened, and he started to panic inexplicably.

The conscience of heaven and earth has one thing to say, he really doesn't plan to apply medicine now, nor does he need to rush to apply medicine.

This is not because some strange vanity that wants to sacrifice oneself or dedicate oneself is at work, but Qiao Wen's conclusion from rational judgment.

If you want to ask Qiao Wen if he wants to apply medicine, of course he thinks, quite.

However, if he wants to heal the quilt angel in front of him, or even ask her to send himself home, he knows that his current practice is the safest.

That's why he took the boss's strength to suppress the urge to apply the medicine.

Originally, he thought that even if he operated so cautiously, even if it failed in the end, it was because Vina had discovered his plan.

But in the end, I didn't expect...The smooth plan now was disrupted by my own people.

"Master Elisa, Elisa! Stop it for me. If something goes wrong tomorrow, if you stop the medicine, who will send me home? Calm down, don’t you want it? Put it down first and give the medicine spoon I put it down..."

The corner of his eyes jumped vigorously, Qiao Wen said as he struggled again and again, making the archangel who was ready to apply the powder in the medicine spoon to his wounds to return without success.

"I'm really fine, if I have something, I will definitely grab faster than you, do you understand? You understand what I mean, right?"

Later, after seeing the archangel in front of him, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly put the medicine spoon back into the medicine jar, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief silently: "That's right, come... first Let me...hiss?!"