My Archangel

He didn't bother to figure out how to explain this troublesome experience to this woman.

Anyway, he is genuine, and he hasn't been robbed.

Rather, even a certain quilt angel has recognized herself just now. What is the matter with this witch?

Didn't you say that you like him with a vow before, but now you still can't recognize him.

Well, at first glance, she is a scumbag full of flowers.

Originally, in his current condition, even if he needs treatment, he does not need to use massage, which is not an efficient method.

There is a deity beside him, and Qiao Wen only needs to let Vina swipe his body with all-powerful divine power to relieve the exhaustion caused by his body.

However, in order to further deepen his impression at the same time, he still chose this kind of method.

After all, the most direct reason why he was able to stabilize under a lot of twisted obsessions before was related to a certain archangel and witch.

Now as long as he looks at these two people, as long as he comes into contact with these two people, his head will almost reflexively think of the last scene about the two women he has seen in the desert before.

Then... the purpose of his head will become like a hormone, and it will become more clear in a short time, and the degree of resistance to obsessive interference will rise sharply.

In any case, at least for this period of time, Qiao Wen does not intend to let these two “vaccines” leave his sight.

"Sister Vina, hurry up, I have to massage my whole body now."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen looked at the witch who had been frozen in place observing her, silently sighed, and then a touch of speechlessness appeared on his face: "What are you doing in a daze? When you blocked me in the study and the alley before, but I haven't been so twitchy."

When he said these words, Qiao Wen's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone had basically returned to the same level as usual. He felt...that was done for this purpose, if this witch would not be recognized. Own, then just break up.

"Wait...Huh?"

After Qiao Wen's words sounded quite hoarse and confided from his mouth, Vina, who was still skeptical in front of him, was obviously taken aback.

Then, in Qiao Wen's gaze, a certain woman's white cheeks soon seemed to be thinking of something, and she subconsciously pursed her lips... Suddenly there was a slight blush climbing up.

"Really... Al?"

In the next moment, such a voice that sounded obviously softened also passed from the witch's mouth to Qiao Wen's ear.

"But, although my sister feels that you are real...but, Al, you...have never asked your sister to massage you before. It always feels strange..."

With that said, Vina looked at Qiao Wen with a somewhat uncertain look on her face, as if she was hesitating.

'What kind of brain circuit, I used to have ideas, and I had to have the courage to do it.'

Looking at Vina’s reaction, it was obvious that the witch had already recognized herself, but after having some concerns, Qiao Wen didn’t force her to say: “If you don’t want to, I’ll do it later. Let Erissa help."

"..."

Then, he was stared.

She was glared at by a very oppressive look from the witch.

"My sister here is just because I don't have experience, and I'm worried that a certain kid will be stupid all of a sudden."

His eyes were dangerous, his slender waist was twisted, and there was a noticeable unpleasant voice in his voice.

"Since Al really wants it, then do it?"

Vina walked to the bed, with a gentle smile on her face, her slender fingertips lingering with a faint divine power factor, so she looked down at Qiao Wen's face in a leisurely manner: "Where does Al think it is better to start? Is this mouth that likes to talk nonsense?"

"No... it's okay, but Sister Vina, you have to take your time, not too fast, I want to feel your existence carefully."

Meeting Vina’s gaze from the front, Qiao Wen blinked, and directly handed over the initiative to Vina: "Also... Sister Vina, you are the most important person next to me now, it's best to spend all day. Stay within my sight."

"..."

Then, as Qiao Wen's words fell, the witch who was still aggressive the previous second suddenly quieted down.

Although Qiao Wen was a little unclear about the significance, he noticed the changes in Vina very quickly.

His face was completely red.

In those beautiful black eyes... a little confusion emerged.

However, this confusion is fleeting.

In the next moment, even though the whole face was flush with age at all, the slender eyebrows shook clearly in Qiao Wen's gaze.

"Have you...did you realized that you just said something that could easily cause misunderstanding? Is it on purpose?"

In the end, Vina sighed silently and stared at Qiao Wen, who seemed to be completely unconscious, and gave Qiao Wen a somewhat dissatisfied look.

"..."

Gazing at the visibly shaken Vina before him, Qiao Wen didn't say much.

After all, what he said just now was specifically expressed in that way.

Although there are other more suitable expression methods, he still chose this one.

However, as to why he subconsciously adopted such a misunderstanding expression... he was actually not very clear.

After returning from that wilderness and seeing something with his own eyes, Qiao Wen now found that he was not at all reliable at this moment of danger, and even at the last moment, he was impressed by the witch who gave up on her own. Some changes have taken place again.

As for the specific changes, he has just woke up now, and it is not very clear.

"Oh……"

Then, just as Qiao Wen thought of this, a cool and soft touch suddenly spread across his face, and he couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

At this time, Vina, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, turned sideways to face him, had stretched out her hands, and her fingertips touched his face and neck.

Comfortable.

I don't know if it was because of the weak divine power coverage. At this time, Qiao Wen felt an unprecedented comfort in the place where Vina had touched him.

He closed his eyes subconsciously.

"...How? Is this feeling...appropriate?"

However, at this moment, Vina's voice came from Qiao Wen's ear again.

He opened his eyes again and fixed his gaze on Vena, who was already leaning over to watch him, carefully watching his reaction.

A daze flashed under his eyes.

For some reason, at this moment, watching the witch who seemed to be straining her face clearly and nervously... Qiao Wen suddenly felt like a world away.