My Archangel

Qiao Wen, who understood the meaning, swallowed again after seeing the line of sight.

The brain is shaking.

At this moment, it was as if he had received some kind of mental shock suddenly, and there was nothing else in front of Qiao Wen, only a face left him that did not reject the idea at all.

Then... the thinking in the brain also seemed to be disturbed by an invisible hand.

After a second, following his inner instinct, his hand that was still on the shoulder of the archangel...somewhat bewildered it went around behind the opponent's head.

"..."

A relaxing and quiet smile bloomed on that face, and he closed his eyes again, and the curvature of the neck seemed to be more obvious at this moment.

'I, shouldn't I sleep?What are you doing now?'

Immediately, in a quiet bedroom, when such a thought suddenly appeared in Qiao Wen's rare and somewhat downtime mind, he had already tasted a little new touch and taste.

So warm and soft.

...

The next day, early morning.

The sky was not bright outside the window.

Qiao Wen woke up in shock.

As soon as he woke up, there was an inexplicable chill out of his body...subconsciously he sat up directly from the sheets.

Soon, he felt the weight in his arms.

The shoulders and neck that felt the weight had already lost consciousness, as if they had been pressed for a long time without knowing it.

The chain that seemed to be concrete before going to bed last night has now disappeared without a trace.

"...Elisa."

Looking down subconsciously, Qiao Wen was taken aback when he saw the woman who had slipped from her shoulder to her side because of her just getting up.

His head started shaking again.

"Speaking of which, last night, I seemed to have been... and it was quite a long time. After that, I didn't seem to have any consciousness. Did I fall asleep?"

With thoughts surging in his mind, Qiao Wen quickly recalled what had happened to him a few hours ago, and subconsciously raised his right hand, which was also unconscious, and touched his mouth.

"...!?"

The gloomy expression on his face that had just woke up was stunned at this moment.

Almost instinctively, Qiao Wen, who realized something, reached out and grabbed the quilt covering him and opened it.

Immediately, the white, snowy skin of an angel next to him appeared in his vision.

Although Vina's pajamas were no longer worn on her body, her styles were similar to underwear... for the time being, she was still in good condition, and there was no trace of being untied.

It looks very white, it seems to have been bought while visiting the mall with Vina.

"...It seems, just fell asleep simply tired?"

Seeing this scene, after realizing it, Qiao Wen put his right index finger into his mouth and tapped a tongue that seemed to be a little overworked, and he was silently relieved.

At the same time, for some reason, he didn't know if it was an illusion. At this moment, watching the archangel who seemed to be still asleep, he even found that he was still feeling sorry for it.

It seems that there has not been a similar situation before.

"...It is now, is it after five o'clock? Fortunately, it seems that I haven't slept for too long."

After calming down the emotions in his mind just after waking up for a while, Qiao Wen, who sat up from the bed sheet, rubbed his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then looked down again at the sweet sleeper beside him. Angel, thoughtful.

"Well... Anyway, study for a while and calm down."

With a mutter in his mouth, Qiao Wen looked away from the woman beside him, then climbed to the bed and stood up on his slippers.

"It's disgusting... Am I laughing now?"

However, after walking to the desk, Qiao Wen accidentally noticed the small mirror on the desk.

Looking at himself in the mirror who seemed to be smiling unconsciously like a fool, he inexplicably felt the chill that was covering his whole body a little deeper.

Although not very sure, Qiao Wen always felt that if his appearance was seen by someone who shouldn't be seeing it, it might be a big problem.

"Calm down, calm down... study makes me calm, study makes me happy..."

Taking a deep breath, clearing the distracting thoughts from his mind, Qiao Wen sat down at the desk again and picked up the pen and notebook.

I slept, although some parts of my body felt more numb, but in terms of mental state, the dull fatigue dissipated, and it was obvious that he had recovered to a pretty good level.

There is no doubt that now is the best time to continue learning.

"...But what's the situation?"

Subconsciously turned around and took another look at Erissa, who was sleeping soundly, Qiao Wen turned his head back, focusing on the notebook in his hand again.

full.

It's almost overflowing.

It can't fit anymore.

Especially the runes painted very densely.

"I have tried so many combinations of runes yesterday?"

Keeping his gaze fixed on the notebook page, Qiao Wen twisted the paper with his index finger and thumb and turned the page backward.

Then, there are no paper sheets behind.

Runes have been filled in on the last page, and even the last page of the kraft paper that corresponds to the cover page is densely filled with various runes with subtle differences.

"Speaking of...At that time, although my head felt a little fascinated to learn, I still seem to have impressions of these runes, and the reason why I stopped studying yesterday was not only slowing down of thinking, but also because there was not enough paper... ...?"

Sitting quietly at the desk, Qiao Wen took the notebook and tried to turn forward from the last page, and found that every page on it looked like a rune with a ghost symbol... He had an impression.

And very clear.

Obviously, this notebook, which is almost difficult to reuse, is indeed one of his results yesterday.

"I think about it, it seems that it's not just the types of runes. At that time, I was almost about to come to a conclusion. Just say that the magic that I have now is far away, and there are several optimal improvements..."