My Archangel

His eyes slowly widened, and after realizing this incident, the look in Qiao Wen's eyes became more and more blank.

"..."

It was at this time that he once again felt the gaze cast by the angel from him.

Although it looked extremely cold, the emotions mixed in those emerald green eyes were pure.

It is an emotion called doubt.

In the next moment, with those beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, Qiao Wen quickly noticed the questioning meaning in them.

--what is this?

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That, I want to--

Chapter 075: Are you that little Elisa?

Forest of Monsters, forest hut, second floor bedroom.

Qiao Wen was overwhelmed by the archangel in front of him.

Then, after pressing it down... through the mirror on another closet door, he could see the remaining lip marks on his face.

'That's it... No wonder I kept looking at me with strange eyes when I entered the door just now. It turns out that this quilt angel is concerned about this...'

At this moment, after realizing this, Qiao Wen blinked his eyes in surprise when he met the archangel in front of him with a slightly cold look in addition to doubts.

"It's okay, Lord Elisa, it's okay... it's not a strange mark, it's just that Sister Vina just kissed a little bit like this. The mark is just a residue of cosmetics, there is no danger, it is better to say you should You can tell, right? Don't worry, this will not affect my safety in any way..."

After hesitating, Qiao Wen carefully observed the changes in the expression on the face of the archangel when he spoke like this.

From a common sense, after seeing the strange persistence of this lord angel in some respects, at this time, he subconsciously took the reaction of the quilt angel as a warning about his safety in life. Reaction.

However, for some reason, at this moment, another possibility appeared in his mind.

After all, although he has not formally been in love, Qiao Wen himself is not a wood.

In his opinion, the current situation is that he went home at one o'clock in the morning, and then found in his bedroom that there was a very close woman waiting for him, and then she was inexplicably pushed to the ground by this woman, and then passed by accident. The mirror found that there was still a lipstick mark on his face...

'Hiss... If you switch to a romance, this is probably the rhythm of the explosion... But fortunately, this quilt angel and I are not that kind of relationship.'

How to put it, even though there was such a speculation in his mind for a moment, Qiao Wen still suppressed the idea simply.

After all, neither in his own heart nor in the eyes of the quilt angel in front of him, did not feel any emotions similar to the smell of sourness.

Rather, at this time, whether it is Qiaowen or Elysha, what exists in the eyes of both parties is just a ray of doubt.

What Qiao Wen was puzzled was... his face was just a lip print. This angel did not even have his own quilt, and then came over to press his own slightly exaggerated reaction. .

At the same time, what he felt from the doubt in Erisa's eyes... was her doubt about why she was left with such a mark on her face.

How should I put it, although the inexplicable sense of indifference that was exuding from the archangel at this time made Qiao Wen a little concerned, but when he was about to ask, his eyes met this again. Mr. Angel's eyes were mixed with a little questioning.

"..."

The slender eyebrows were curled together, and the delicate facial features were slightly taut. It seemed... she was not very satisfied with Qiao Wen's response to the lip print just now.

"...Master Elisa?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's face gradually appeared suspicious.

——Could it be that this quilt angel, like Vina, has had some good feelings for himself in some way?

Along with the thought that Qiao Wen had been crushed to death a few seconds ago came up again in his mind, he subconsciously squinted his eyes and carefully observed the cheek of the quilt angel before him.

Soon, he found that he still thought too much.

Because at this moment, although he is firmly controlling Qiao Wen, the expression on the angel's cheek... is still only doubtful.

No... Now, apart from some doubts, it seems to be a little more dazed.

It seems that even she herself... feels a little confused about her current overreaction.

"...Well, Elisa-sama, can you let me go a little bit? Whether it's you or me, it's time to change the dressing. Sister Tovina and Jiu's Fu, not only today, but probably in the next few days Neither of us will stop our medicine."

As he said this, Qiao Wen, who had been sitting in jail, tried to struggle.

However, although the body weight of the angel lord is very light, a little lighter than Vina, he did not struggle too hard.

After all, whether it is himself or the archangel, both sides are now wounded who are not suitable for strenuous exercise.

"..."

However, although Qiao Wen had explained the things on his face slightly, but for some reason, the archangel pressing on him at this time still had no intention of getting up.

The jewel-like pure aquamarine eyes turned slightly. At this moment, along with some emotions called "irritability" gradually appeared under her eyes, she still pressed Qiao Wen motionlessly, staring at Qiao with a very quiet gaze. Wen's face.

Yes, very upset.

I don't know why... The current archangel feels very upset.

No... not from now, but from a few hours ago, after vaguely feeling a little warm touch on her right cheek... this kind of emotion has been inexplicably produced in her heart.

But now, looking at the things on the human face in front of him, the irritability in his heart has risen to a critical point inexplicably.

In addition, she also faintly felt the faint provocation lingering in this strange mark.

"..."

In the next second, her eyes stared slightly, and she decided to deal with the source of irritation in front of her in the simplest and most rude way.

The right hand that had just been retracted came out again, and the tip of the right finger, which was still stained with a little red, shortened the distance from Qiao Wen's cheek again...

"Eh... Lord Elisa? So this is just a lipstick, cosmetic..."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes jumped unconsciously after observing the increasingly irritable sight of the archangel on him.

At this moment, when Qiao Wen vaguely realized that the Angel Lord was going to continue to do what to his face, it was too late.

"……hiss?!"

As the fingertips that still had a little warmth came into physical contact with the hot right cheek again, there was a feeling of kneading, Qiao Wen suddenly took a breath.

This quilt... actually started to rub his face vigorously again...