My Archangel

'It is true that I have the confidence to take the initiative to recommend my partner in front of me. I really have two brushes.'

This thought gradually emerged in his mind, Qiao Wen nodded, feeling satisfied.

--pull.

However, at this moment, Qiao Wen suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by a hand, and then gently pulled.

"…Ok?"

After clearly realizing that this feeling was not his own illusion, Qiao Wen blinked and subconsciously turned his head to look at Elisa behind him.

Under this circumstance, the only one who can drag him like this... is the only archangel.

The facts are the same as Qiao Wen had judged. Although there are two thick quilts between each other, but I don’t know when, this angel has stretched out a hand and followed the gap in his quilt. I went in and grabbed the corner of his clothes very easily

"…what happened?"

Facing the four eyes of the archangel in front of him, he clearly noticed some doubts in the other's eyes. After realizing that the archangel was being bothered by something at this time, Qiao Wen first looked back at Wei, who seemed to be in a complete mood. Na, then she lowered her voice subconsciously, and started asking.

"..."

For his voice, Erisa's response was also very simple.

The next moment, as the voice from his mouth fell, Qiao Wen clearly felt... the hand of the archangel reaching into the cup on his side... suddenly became more restless, and he turned up again. Move, squeezing his left little finger very casually.

"...Elisa?"

The corner of his eyes skipped a little for some reason, as if he had realized something at this moment, Qiao Wen opened his eyes slightly.

"…hiss--??"

Then, what happened next was just as Qiao Wen had imagined. The little finger on his left hand that was pinched by the archangel... Soon there was a burst of force that was pinched harder, although it was not very painful. , But still made him take a breath of restraint.

"..."

It was at this moment that the archangel who had been watching Qiao Wen quietly all the time... also narrowed his eyes slightly.

From her eyes, Qiao Wen read a considerable degree of doubt.

——This quilt angel... now seems to be quite concerned about something.

Although it is not very clear what Qiaowen is, he is now very clearly aware of this fact.

"..."

Immediately, at this moment, Qiao Wen noticed that in front of him, the angel who was still very satisfied with himself wrapped in a quilt... was actually unprecedented, except for rubbing medicine, he was slightly active. Untied the quilt.

Afterwards, under Qiao Wen's somewhat stunned gaze, the archangel first retracted the hand that was in his quilt, then slightly raised his left hand, extended his index finger and thumb, and squeezed out the back of his right hand...

Gently twist!

"...?,...??"

It was at this moment that Qiao Wen frowned subconsciously.

Because he found that...when the archangel twisted his right hand, there was also a slight twisting sensation on the back of his own hand.

'This is... a sense of...?'

After experiencing this in person, Qiao Wen's mind soon came to this idea, and he stared at the archangel close at hand with a somewhat surprised look:'What's the matter?If we follow what Vina said before, she should have taken the initiative to pass on her own sympathy and turned it off to me. How can I feel her reaction now?... Is it because she took the initiative to open up sympathy to me after the injury healed?'

At this moment, Qiao Wen was a little surprised after experiencing the sense of sympathy unilaterally from the Elisa before him.

However, before he was astonished, he noticed... After the quilt angel finished this, he wrapped himself in the quilt again, and then stretched his right hand through the gap again. In the quilt on his body, he pinched his little finger.

"Wait, wait... I probably know what you want to ask, I...hiss??"

At this moment, after combining all the circumstances that just happened, he had already clearly guessed what the inexplicable and unhappy angel in front of him was wondering, Qiao Wen quickly lowered his voice and wanted to speak.

However, before he could finish speaking, the familiar position, the familiar little finger... there was already a touch of a touch that could be called "pain" that was pinched by the fingertips.

"..."

Although it can't be seen from other angles, the archangel, who has already reached into the quilt at this time, did not let go immediately after pinching it... but tilted his head, with a more puzzled look than before. Stared at Qiao Wen.

At this moment, Qiao Wen finally knew what the doubts that appeared in the eyes of this quilt angel just now...exactly.

Probably...that's a concept similar to the puzzle of "why the empathy in you unilaterally disappeared".

Moreover, Qiao Wen clearly noticed that it seemed that it was precisely because of this that the archangel now seemed unhappy even after accidentally getting the quilt.

"Um, it may be an accident... I don't know exactly when sympathy was turned off..."

If he changed to normal times, Qiao Wen felt that he would probably tell the truth, telling the angel that he turned it off with his hands, but no matter how he looked at it, it was not the time for him to demonstrate his virtue of "honesty".

"..."

However, what Qiao Wen didn't expect at all was that after he finished saying this... the gaze cast from the eyes of the angel in front of him... seemed to become even more contemptuous and cold in an instant.

Obviously, she had no intention of trusting Qiao Wen's rhetoric at all.

At the next moment, Qiao Wen felt the archangel reach into his quilt and pinch the little finger of his left hand... and put it back very simply.

However, before Qiao Wen could breathe a sigh of relief, Elisa beside him stretched out her hand from her quilt, and put her index finger directly on his lips.

Then... began to rub it vigorously.

"...?,...??"

In a short moment, Qiao Wen felt a wave of heat rising from his lips due to friction.

There was a burst of discomfort in his mouth, Qiao Wen wanted to move his body aside according to his instinct to hide... However, now the back of the giant dog was very crowded.

Moreover, at this moment the archangel was watching his sight quietly, which also made him clearly feel...Now, it is better not to move.

He vaguely remembered that the place where he was rubbed so much by the archangel last time seemed to be his face.

It was at that time... that he realized that Vina's lip print still remained on his face.

'Wait?If it is the same as last time, then this time...this quilt angel will not...'

Thinking of this, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Qiao Wen's mind.

Then, don't know if it was a coincidence, the archangel in front of him... just stopped the little movement on his fingertips.

"..."

Withdrawing his hand quietly, the archangel first glanced at the tip of his index finger, and then... a little ripple appeared in the green pupil.