The young man bit his thin lip, but this time he didn't act coquettishly and wanted to stay. He silently folded his wings and left. His slender back was vaguely dazed, as if he had suffered some major blow, and looked pitiful.
Yu Chu raised his eyebrows in puzzlement.
The little devil has always done whatever he wants, arrogant and fierce, suddenly so well-behaved, even with a little pitiful temperament... It's really unaccustomed.
She shook her head, fell into bed comfortably and fell asleep.
But Yigel did not return to the room.
The young man sat on the window of the hostel, his dark purple and gorgeous bat wings spread out behind his back, and he rested his white chin on his slender fingers, looking at the city below with ecstasy.
The bat wings shrank, and he raised his hand to touch the tip of the tail, but he didn't feel the strange feeling just now.
... Thinking of the strange electric sensation just now, a blush appeared on the young man's fair cheeks.
He stared fiercely at his wings, then gritted his teeth in a daze, and simply flew down, opened the window of Samuel's room, and landed lightly on the ground.
The cute little angel has already gone to bed.
Sensing someone coming in, the silver-haired boy rubbed his eyes, blinking his slender eyelashes, he turned his head silently and looked over, "...what are you here for?"
The demon didn't know how to speak for a moment.
The silver-haired boy glanced at him with a slightly clear expression, "You crawled into the wrong room."
Pointing to the wall with a white finger, the angel's voice was cold and unwavering, "She's next door."
"No." The demon walked over, sat down by the bed, and raised his hand to touch his bat wings.
He looked at the angel, "What are our wings for? What else can they do except fly?"
After hearing the question, the little angel was a little confused.
"What else can I do besides fly?" He frowned and asked quietly, a little confused about this question.
The two looked at each other, Yizhe stretched out his bat wings, "Touch it."
"?" Angel frowned.
He didn't understand what the devil meant, but it was obvious that the other party was asking a serious question. Samuel raised his hand and touched the pair of bat wings, "What exactly do you want to say?"
The black-haired boy frowned and felt it quietly.
Hmm... nothing.
He retracted his bat wings and thought for a while, "It seems that it's not because of the wings... it's because of her."
Samuel frowned.
He had absolutely no idea what the demon was saying.
Yizhe stood up lazily, and walked out of the window in a good mood. When he got to the window, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Don't say I didn't remind you...you can go to her now and massage your wings .”
After all, he is a person, and he usually fights and fights to get more. If he does not enjoy the same benefit, it is not considered as a god's complete gain.
He recalled that feeling, he licked his small snow-white fangs, and his thin lips curled up into a lazy smile, not at all the pitiful trembling under the girl's hand just now. One word summary: "It feels good."
The angel looked at him silently.
The silver-haired boy spread out the wings on his back. The pure white and holy color shone in the moonlight. He touched the feathers with his white fingertips. His face was like ice and snow, and his expression was clearly puzzled: "What do you mean by good?"
The little devil opened the window, "You go now."
He spread his bat wings and flew away lazily.
The remaining ice-like angel tilted his head, not quite understanding what he meant. He turned his head to look at his white wings, and after a while he pursed his bright red lips.