My Archangel

Before Qiao Wen finished speaking, he took a sharp breath.

Because at this time, the archangel sitting on his lap, after putting the medicine spoon back in place, actually directly pressed his cold right hand on his abdomen.

To be more precise, it pressed against the wound on his abdomen with a very gentle force.

Then, with this soreness and slight numbness, Qiao Wen's eyes went wide.

How to say...just like when Qiao Wen was stabbed before, the wound left by "Al" is obviously different from ordinary dark matter. Once stimulated, there will be almost no soreness and tingling, all of which are unimaginable. Pain.

At this moment, Qiao Wen grinned with pain and started to sweat all over just by being pressed lightly.

"..."

Seeing Qiaowen's reaction in full view, Erisa tilted her head slightly and stared at him quietly.

——No more obedient...probably more pain.

Although he didn't hear any sound, from the archangel's eyes, Qiao Wen could clearly read such a meaning.

I don't know why, maybe it's the dignity of being a deity, maybe it's because of other things, this angel lord doesn't want to be treated alone, but wants to recover with Qiao Wen.

"...I said, Lord Elisa."

After realizing this, Qiao Wen hesitated for a moment, and finally just sighed helplessly, and tried to make a final struggle: "I can understand that you don't want to be saved by yourself. This is a very noble and excellent quality."

"But you have to know that the problem with you now is that there is danger if you stop the medicine, but I only have pain. Although I really want to use these medicines... But we are in completely different situations now. These are the things that need these things the most, and I’m not in a hurry. Can you understand what I mean? So please be mature...I don’t know how to use these medicines, even if you put a knife on my neck. I can't use it, understand?"

"..."

This time, after listening to Qiao Wen's words, the archangel's eyes finally changed slightly.

From there, Qiao Wen finally read the emotion of "giving up" that he most wanted to see now.

The quilt angel finally understood what he meant.

——

However, just as Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief and this thought came to his mind, he found that the angel in front of him had dropped his arms and gently lifted the hem of his shirt.

First, a large patch of fair skin was exposed in front of Qiao Wen's eyes, and then the wound was just covered with powder.

"...?"

Immediately, in Qiao Wen's somewhat blank gaze, the archangel lowered his head slightly, slightly opened his mouth and bit the front hem.

In an instant, that small part of the slightly undulating, looming part was exposed in Qiao Wen's field of vision.

This should have been a pretty fragrant visual feast, but at this time Qiao Wen did not have the intention to enjoy it.

Because he discovered that after the quilt angel in front of him was rejected by his righteous words, he actually intended to reach out and wipe off all the powder that had just been applied to his wound.

The "giving up" of feelings just now... does this mean?

"Wait a minute! I think... I really should change my dressing."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes jumped, and he quickly stopped the behavior of the quilt angel in front of him.

Threatened.

This guy... definitely threatened him just now.

Use the behavior of "if you don't use it, don't use it together" to coerce him.

"..."

After realizing this, Qiao Wen slowly fell silent.

How to say yes, he feels a little tired.

No, what's the situation?Obviously this quilt was as pure as a piece of white paper when they first met, how come they have even learned this trick?Where did you learn it?

The dignity of the deity or something... Could it be more important than fate?

"..."

At this moment, Qiao Wen once again felt the puzzled look of the archangel on him.

Those turquoise eyes stared at him quietly, seeming to ask him if he wants to apply medicine.

"To wipe, I'll do it myself..."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen finally chose to obey.

"..."

After he nodded, he saw the corner of the angel's lips, a smile that was a little relieved gradually appeared.

'I'm still laughing, I don't know if the medicine is coming tomorrow, I still laugh.'

Seeing this scene, although Qiao Wen thought so in his heart, he could only smile back as if he gave up.

However, for some reason, the plan was seriously disrupted this time because of the quilt angel, but...what made Qiao Wen feel a little unbelievable was that his mood didn't seem to be that bad.

At least... it seems to be better than expected.

'...Probably, tomorrow I can only hope that Vina will continue to take medicine again, although this possibility is a little outrageous.'

Looking at the angel who waved his hands, picked up the medicine spoon by himself, pursed his lips and applied powder on his wounds one by one like before when he was applied with medicine... Qiao Wen finally looked away and looked up. Looking at the familiar ceiling, he gradually gave up thinking.

...

...

Forest of monsters, forest hut, bedroom on the first floor.

Vina lay alone in her bedroom.

Not long ago, in the corridor on the second floor, across a door that was not too tight, she heard a sound coming from the little ghost's bedroom.

Even though the voice was very small and depressing... But for Vina, who had already subconsciously held her breath at the time, she couldn't say clearly.

At that time, Vina had even forgotten how long she had been standing by the door.

"..."

She only remembered what happened in her own heart after hearing the little devil communicate with that woman.

Cold, killing intent.