My Archangel

"Um, Lord Elisa? It's okay, I can apply the medicine myself... You don't need to be so troublesome..."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes jumped slightly, and he instinctively wanted to stop.

How should I put it, when he was put on the bed last time and was rubbed by the quilt angel, he had already felt something wrong.

Because this angel's technique... is not very good.

I don’t know if it’s because the body hasn’t recovered yet. At least when applying medicine to him, he occasionally accidentally touches the medicine spoon to his wound, which makes him grin in pain. It’s not easy to say it. ...

"..."

However, this time Erisa seemed to know what Qiao Wen was worried about. After filling the medicine spoon with a spoonful of powder, she just sighed and turned back to Qiao Wen to signal his relief. Soft eyes.

"...?"

However, for some reason, as soon as he caught the look of Erissa, Qiao Wen's eyebrows that had just stretched out but immediately wrinkled instinctively.

Not quite right.

At this moment, unlike the previous simple doubts, watching carefully every move of the archangel on his body, Qiao Wen clearly felt something was wrong.

Because in the eye contact just now, in addition to feeling a part of the soft emotions from the archangel's sight, more...On the contrary, it was a purity that made the Tao unclear.

But Qiaowen had seen this sentiment in Erisa.

Not long ago, when he encountered Camilla in that narrow passage, the archangel had reacted almost exactly the same as it is now.

First he sighed a little, then turned his head back and glanced at him with a very pure look, as if saying goodbye.

"...Hello, Lord Elisa?"

Suddenly realizing this, the expression on Qiao Wen's face suddenly stiffened. He stared at the archangel, who had slightly narrowed his eyes in front of him, and was applying medicine to himself with a gentler motion than yesterday. He couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and said: "Don't you... are you thinking of something bad?"

"...?"

However, after Qiaowen finished saying this, the only response to him was Erisa's seemingly puzzled look.

"You wait for me, don't pretend to be stupid, I know what bad things you are thinking, in any case, stop your imagination for me first, OK?"

At this moment, once again and the archangel’s obvious inconsistency, trying to conceal something, touched each other, Qiao Wen’s eyebrows suddenly tightened: "You should remember that my current duty is to send me home... …right?"

With that said, Qiao Wen wanted to struggle slightly, but found that after being held by the archangel this time, he was completely unable to move.

'This guy……?'

His eyes opened slowly, and a touch of astonishment flashed across Qiao Wen's eyes. He was about to speak, only to realize that the archangel, who had finished applying the medicine on himself, did not intend to let go of him. Instead, he leaned down slightly, His hands rested on both sides of his head.

Then, under Qiao Wen's gaze, the distance between the two faces began to shorten little by little.

"...? Lord Elisa? What are you going to do?"

His pupils shrunk, seeing this scene, watching the archangel getting closer and closer to him, Qiao Wen's heartbeat speeded up slowly, and a touch of indescribable confusion appeared in his eyes.

What's the matter with this quilt?Could it be that I intend to treat myself here...

Patter.

As this thought came to mind, there was a cold touch on Qiao Wen's forehead.

The forehead and forehead lightly touched together.

"...?"

His eyes widened slowly, looking at his closed eyes and his head slightly lowered. Only the angel whose forehead was against his forehead, Qiao Wen, who was unable to move his whole body, was taken aback for a while, and suddenly became a little surprised.

This...what's the situation?

Forehead to forehead...?

This... Could it be a novel contact method?

"..."

Then, just as Qiao Wen thought about it, he noticed that Erisa's eyes, which were already close at hand, opened again.

The line of sight touched at a very close distance. At this moment, not only the foreheads of the two of them, but even the distance between the eyes became less than three centimeters.

"..."

At the same time, this time, Qiao Wen finally read the emotions she really wanted to express from the archangel's eyes.

It seems...a little willfulness, and...a small part of apology that may not be able to send him home again.

At this moment, Qiao Wen also realized that this quilt... seemed to be thinking about something rather bad, just like he had guessed.

"Wait a minute, Elisa, what do you want to do? Let me make it clear first? I can also advise you on the staff—"

bump.

Along with a small sound like a small collision between the skull and the skull came out in this quiet bedroom, Qiao Wen's voice also stopped abruptly.

He has passed out.

"..."

After gently rubbing Qiaowen's forehead, Erisa also took a deep breath.

Immediately, changing a posture with a little effort, she got up from the ground holding the unconscious human being and staggered towards the bed not far away.

Very upset.

At this moment, Erisa's mood was extremely irritable.

As for the reason for the irritability... she already knew very well.

That name.

three times.

Just now, in front of the human being in front of him-said that name three times in a row.

But now, even she herself doesn’t quite understand why she, who had never cared about such trivial matters, now, after hearing the name from this human’s mouth...the emotions in her heart will become difficult. patience.

...Something has changed.

In these short days, not only humans’ attitudes towards that name have changed, but also their attitudes towards humans.

Erisa noticed this keenly.