My Archangel

At this moment, especially after noticing that this human being will almost instinctively raise his eyebrows when he mentions that name, the irritability in his heart will fill his entire mind in an instant, making his already groggy. The brain becomes blank.

In addition, the strange mark on that face, the little fragrance that lingers on this human being, all stimulate her thinking and emotions all the time.

I can't help it.

After strenuously enduring it three times, Erisa didn't plan to endure this strange thing anymore.

Even Erisa herself didn't know why, it was obvious that the injury that had troubled her for a long time at this time finally showed signs of recovery and recovery, but she could not bring up emotions similar to happiness at all.

When she was just transferred over, she could barely keep quiet and accept what the human being had done for herself - but now, she found that her thoughts had completely changed without knowing it.

Already... I don't want to see this human being deliberately to please someone for his own sake.

Don't want to see.

Don't want to see.

Don't want to see.

"..."

Holding the human being in her arms, she dragged the faintly torn wound to the bed. Erisa moved gently, as if she was placing some fragile object, placing the unconscious Qiao Wen on On the soft bed.

Lie on the side of the bed, quietly flatten the messy quilt, and then cover the human in front of him.

Although it wasn't the first time to help this human being with this, it was indeed Erisa's most careful and patient time.

In the end, looking at the empty bed sheet under the human head, she subconsciously cast her gaze on the broken pillow that was thrown by the bedside when the previous human entered the door.

But soon, she moved her gaze away from the pillow, turned her body slightly, and gently hooked her index finger toward the wardrobe.

The next moment, with a small divine power factor lingering around her fingertips, the soft pillow she was holding in her arms before swayed out of the quilt, and took the initiative to move towards Elisa. Floating over by his bed.

"..."

After getting the pillow, he placed the pillow under the human head like yesterday. Looking at the human being faintly still keeping a trace of his awake emotional sleepy face, Erisa sighed a little.

Immediately, she turned her head and cast her quiet gaze in the direction of the bedroom door.

She knew what she was going to do next.

I also know how big the risk is.

But... do it.

At this moment, after shaking her groggy head, Erisa knew exactly what she was thinking, and also understood the reasons that made her unbearable and chose to do so.

It's not because of the "dignity of the gods" that she once cared very much about.

It's not because of being forced by the inexplicable irritability in my mind.

It is a simpler reason.

Don't want to back down.

At least... From now on, in matters related to this human being, she no longer intends to hide behind just under the pretext of "recovering injuries".

She does what she really wants to do.

For example, go to meet the witch who once blocked her in that tree hole for a day and night because of humans.

Even if it is clear that it will make her now fall into a state where she is getting closer and closer to recovery, she still has to do it.

This is her decision of Elisa.

It was not "Elisa"'s decision, but "Elisa"... her own decision.

And... now, at this moment, when he thought of the human being when he spoke of the witch's name with joy just now, Elisa felt an unprecedented irritability.

Even more irritable than when he was stuck in a tree hole for a whole day and night.

Patience has never been her character.

No matter what happens... she will face it.

"..."

Thinking of this, returning her thoughts to her groggy head, Erisa finally lowered her head and glanced at the face of the human next to her.

Gently bit the corner of her lips, resisting the slight urge to lean over, she glanced at the bedroom door again.

The next moment, her right hand gently covered the wound on her abdomen, her slender legs moved away, and she took the initiative to walk towards the door——

Squeak.

However, as Elisa took the initiative to walk towards the door, a harsh sound rang from the direction of the bedroom door, which instantly broke the silence in the room.

Immediately, the twisted handle by the door returned to its original position, and the door was gently pushed open from the outside.

A tall figure poked his head from the crack in the door, and looked into the room.

Then, at this moment, the line of sight of that figure met Elisa, who was about to walk to the door.

"...?"

"...?"

Suddenly, everything in the room fell silent again.

The pitch-black eyes turned slightly, passing through the crack of the door, around the same kind who had met for the first time before her eyes. After Vina noticed Qiao Wen who was already sleeping peacefully in the bed, the expression on her face was slightly taken aback.

After that, she seemed to have realized something, no longer concealing herself, but slowly pushing open the door in front of her.

"...You, the Elisa mentioned by that kid...?"

Her pupils reflected this woman who was not in the same style as herself. Vina frowned slightly, her eyes only stayed at the wound on the archangel's waist for a moment, and then swept across her body in an instant.

"..."

On the other side, looking at the same kind at the door, Elyssa had clearly realized the woman at the door, who had looked a little awkward a few seconds ago, and her turquoise eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, an inexplicably heavy atmosphere began to spread in this room.

However, after carefully observing the archangel in front of her for a while, Vina, who was originally cold looking, seemed to have noticed something again, and the look in her eyes suddenly became a little surprised.

In the end, under the gaze of the archangel, such a subtle-sounding word came out of her mouth.

"You... would you like to talk to me a little bit?"