My Archangel

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen stretched out his hand to pick up the small medicine spoon in the medicine jar at hand, and simply told the quilt angel in front of him about the current situation.

In his opinion, this archangel has done a lot for himself.

Satisfied that he had been thinking about "leave the forest and take a look outside" for fifteen years, and then escorted him all the way, and saved himself from the bald god and the woman, Camilla.

As a person who has broken away from low-level interests, Qiao Wen certainly will not squeeze the wounded in this situation.

After all, he couldn't squeeze out what he wanted now.

If you want to squeeze, you have to wait for the quilt angel to recover. If you haven't made up the conditions for returning to your hometown, then continue to look for opportunities...No, continue to let her perform the contractual duties.

As a rational person who knows how to invest, this is Qiao Wen's current real thinking.

"I'm going to apply the medicine soon. If you still feel uncomfortable, Master Elisa, you can find a distracting place like yesterday. Of course... it's better not to be my hair."

Using the medicine spoon Yao Qi, a spoonful of medicine powder slowly stretched towards the wound of the archangel, Qiao Wen reminded.

"..."

Then, in the next moment, when he inevitably got closer and looked down at the wound on the abdomen of the archangel, he felt a familiar touch in his hair again.

…Well, this quilt angel did not listen to him at all.

"...Woo..."

The next moment, when Qiao Wen carefully applied the powder on the spoon along the wound one by one, the body in the field of vision in front of him trembled slightly.

Immediately, he heard the archangel's soft snort, which was not much different from yesterday's when applying the medicine, and it sounded like he was trying to suppress something.

At the same time, he also felt that the fingertips that were playing with his hair suddenly became a lot stiff...

Three minutes later.

"Okay, OK."

Slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and took the medicine spoon with some special effects from the wound that had been evenly coated with powder. Qiao Wen blinked, and then cast a somewhat puzzled look at the archangel in front of him: "That... …Master Erisa, the medicine has been applied, and you can let it go, huh?"

In Qiao Wen's words, letting go, naturally refers to the archangel who did whatever he wanted during the treatment process and now completely rolled his own slightly curly hair into a dumpling.

Obviously according to Qiao Wen's speculation, after the injury has improved, even if the archangel applied the medicine today, the pain he felt on the way... should not be as strong as yesterday.

But in the end, perhaps he thought too much.

In these short minutes, his hair suffered even worse.

Qiao Wen always felt that since the archangel was startled before, and then a strange look flashed in his eyes, the moment he lifted his clothes and exposed his wounds...she seemed to have made a certain decision. , Changed a person directly.

"Master Elisa, do you have anything to worry about?"

Realizing this, Qiao Wen didn't hesitate much. He simply looked at the quilt angel in front of him and asked the doubt.

"...?"

Then, he clearly noticed a slight strain on the expression on the archangel's face.

But soon, she regained the usual quiet look of no happiness, anger, sorrow, or happiness. Instead, she turned her head slightly and turned her gaze at him with some doubts.

"No... Master Erisa? Your reaction to cover up something is too obvious, I'm not too embarrassed to point it out."

When the archangel met the sight of the archangel from the front, Qiao Wen's face also appeared astonished.

Immediately, he sighed and stared at the angel with a rather helpless look: "Please tell me, what else are you going to hide in this situation? I think you can trust me a little bit now. "

"..."

However, what surprised Qiao Wen was that after he finished saying this, the archangel in front of him slightly puffed his cheeks, and instead looked away from him, and turned to look at the medicine pot beside him.

When she looked at Qiao Wen again, there was already a hint of doubt in that quiet gaze.

——Why don’t you apply the medicine?

From that sight, Qiao Wen just read this meaning.

"No... how to put it, Master Elisa, you must have no friends at ordinary times, you are so stiff even to change the subject... So what are you worried about? How do I know if I don't say it?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen frowned slightly.

How should I put it, it was the first time he saw this impatient archangel actively trying to hide something.

I always feel...If you don't care, something bad will happen.

"...!"

However, without waiting for him to think about it this time, the archangel, who had already wrapped himself in the quilt, opened those turquoise eyes and glared at him with a very cold look.

Immediately, Qiao Wen saw that the angelic lord had taken the initiative to move out of the quilt, and then unsuspectingly, he once again rushed towards him who was squatting by the closet door.

despair.

A second later, accompanied by a small noise, Qiao Wen was already pressed to the floor just like he had just entered the door.

"..."

At this moment, as his gaze came into contact with Elisa in front of him at a very close distance, Qiao Wen finally felt a very clear meaning from the archangel's sight.

——Quiet, rub medicine.

"…Oh."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen blinked subconsciously, then nodded silently.

How should I put it, since the angel lord does not intend to speak out anyway, then he really has no choice.

"..."

Seeing that the human under him who was still sticking to himself and asking questions like cowhide just now gave in, the archangel breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, as if she had suddenly realized something, she quickly tightened the expression on her face again, and then stared at Qiao Wen, and from the tip of her nose, she made a snort that sounded a little contemptuous.

"No... it's obviously too late for you to cover up.'

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen, who had a full view of Elisa's reaction, just remained silent.

He is not such a ignorant person, since the angel lord really doesn't want to say... then don't say it.

Maybe it was a private matter that was hard to tell.

At this moment, Erisa also moved her gaze away from Qiao Wen's body, turned her head slightly to glance at the medicine jar next to her, raised her right hand and stretched it over.