My Archangel

'...Forget it, go back to the house first, there is a mirror in the closet door where the quilt angel is asleep, just look after it.'

Standing still thinking for a while, after finding that there was no clue, Qiao Wen stepped forward again, holding the medicine jar in his arms, and staggered towards the room ahead of him.

Five seconds later.

Squeak.

With the sound of a door being pushed open slightly, Qiao Wen finally returned to his room.

The room is brightly lit and very quiet.

"...Well, the double-weight medicine jar is quite heavy, but now I can hold this medicine jar without causing the wound to tear...I should have recovered very well."

He closed the door behind him and placed the heavy medicine jar on the ground. Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and then threw the pillow in his arms onto the bed not far away.

Then, after moving his muscles and bones a bit, he picked up the medicine jar again, turned his body slightly, and looked in the direction of the wardrobe.

At this sight, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a while.

Because after he turned sideways, he greeted a familiar sight.

"...Master Elisa, you haven't slept yet?"

Looking at the closet door being slightly opened, his body wrapped in a quilt, his right hand was covering half of his cheek for some reason, and he was watching the archangel on his side very quietly, Qiao Wen's face also showed a little smile. : "That's right, the new medicine Sister Wei Na has already been prepared, and now I will help you change the medicine first."

While saying this, Qiao Wen slowly walked to the closet holding the medicine jar.

"...?"

However, for some reason, as he walked toward the closet, he vaguely found the angel's gaze looking at him... it seemed a bit strange.

"What's wrong? Keep staring at my face...Is there something on my face?"

After approaching the closet door, Qiao Wen squatted down again, placed the medicine jar in the same position as yesterday, then squatted down slightly and uncovered the lid of the medicine jar.

"..."

However, this time Qiao Wen's movement was only halfway there before he stopped.

"Uh, Lord Elisa...?"

Because Qiao Wen found that after she squatted down a little bit, she didn't even say to let the angel in front of her lift the quilt. She had already gotten out of the quilt and threw Qiao Wen down. His own inertia and his fairly light weight pressed him to the ground.

Immediately, after adjusting his posture a bit, the angel lord maintained a state of pressing on the stomach of a certain human, and stretched out a hand, touching his face little by little...

"Wait, wait?? Lord Elisa? What are you going to do...?"

The vision suddenly turned upside down, looking at the familiar ceiling and the fingertips of the archangel getting closer and closer to his right face, Qiao Wen's eyes jumped slightly.

Because his peripheral light had already observed that the look of the angelic lord at this time... seemed to be somewhat different from the past.

Rub-rub-

"……hiss??"

Then, half a second later, as the cold touch reached his right cheek without any hindrance, Qiao Wen suddenly took a breath.

Because... when the archangel just poked his face, he already started to rub it somewhere on his face with a not-so-small force.

"Master Elisa, what do you want... No, I mean, you don't need to be so anxious, just take your time."

In just two or three seconds, Qiao Wen, who felt the tingling on his face, frowned subconsciously and wanted to speak, but when he met the inexplicable and kind gaze of the archangel, he was habitual. Changed his mouth.

After another short time, Qiao Wen felt that Erisa's movements had slowed down.

In the end, when the angel's fingertips left his face, his right cheek was already flushed.

Of course, it is red in the physical sense.

"..."

Immediately, in Qiao Wen's somewhat bewildered gaze, Erisa raised the right hand that had been ravaged on his right face just now, and revealed the flat white and more red on the fingertips into his vision.

"...??"

Seeing this scene at a very close distance, Qiao Wen first had a stiff expression on his face, and was almost instinctively stunned.

——This quilt angel, did he bleed for me?

This thought came to mind subconsciously, but Qiao Wen quickly threw it out of his mind.

This quilt angel does not do meaningless things. After getting along for this period of time, he is very clear about such trivial things.

'...Speaking of it, Jiu's reaction when he saw me just now seemed a little strange. Is there something on my face?'

He lifted his right hand and wiped it on his already a little hot right cheek, but Qiao Wen did not see anything similar to Elisa's fingertips in his hand.

'So, is it something that needs to be wiped hard to wipe off?'

The scene of the brief exchange with Ah Jiu by the corridor just flashed in his mind, Qiao Wen thoughtfully.

'Wait, shouldn't it...'

Then, with Qiao Wen's brief thoughts, the scene that happened after he moved Vina into the bedroom on the first floor a few hours ago also came to his mind.

Thinking of this, his eyes slowly widened. At this moment, Qiao Wen also clearly realized something.

"That... Master Elisa, can you open the door for me?"

A strange look appeared on his face, Qiao Wen turned his head slightly, and looked at another wardrobe door that hadn't been opened in the inexplicably cold gaze of the archangel.

For the past fifteen years, I saw that I would look in the mirror for a while when I was bored every day to admire his face. Qiao Wen knew very well that at this time, behind the closet door was a full-length mirror.

"..."

Hearing what he said, Erisa, whose eyes grew colder, pushed him open another door.

Squeak.

Then, with a small door opening noise, the full-length mirror was exposed to Qiao Wen's sight.

At the same time, even though he was still lying on the ground, Qiao Wen still clearly observed his face.

Then, the look on his face became a little stiff, and his gaze was firmly fixed on his right face in the mirror.

There, apart from a small piece of face that had been rubbed red by the archangel, there was still a clear trace of bright red lips.

'...This witch, she obviously didn't go out at home today... She actually put on lipstick?'