The little god let out a long breath, wishing he could get his clothes on quickly.

However, Icarus moved very slowly, making her anxious, so she stretched her arms and legs on her own initiative.

Icarus said nothing.

Because the poor little god probably forgot, and he will be there every morning to cleanse himself.

After putting on the saint's attire, Gu Ruojiao will go to church with Icarus.

Of course, she didn't need to preach the teachings at the beginning, she just needed to listen and learn from the sidelines.

Because in two days she will follow the pope and the king and appear in front of the public for the first time.

So after that, she has to learn to control her own power to make the withered flowers bloom.

Because the Pope needs a miracle, a miracle that she personally performs in front of the people.

The church is very large, and she sits in a compartment separated by a curtain at the lower left of the altar.

Only the royal family, such as queens or princesses, can use it here.

Because there is a special path in the compartment, the royal family can come in from the other side and avoid meeting the public.

Thick red velvet curtains shut off everything outside.

Therefore, no one knew that their noble and holy little god was carried by the great priest.

Because of what happened in the morning, the little god deliberately avoided the great priest.

But the great priest followed her all the time, and she didn't know how to chase people away, so she sprained her ankle in a hurry.

In the end, she could only be carried all the way to the church by Icarus, who almost fainted from shame.

Knowing that he had done something wrong, the little god lowered his head and tried to look cute.

But Icarus knelt down in front of her, stretched out his hand to hold her foot and lifted it gently, resting it on his knee.

She was startled, and flinched to pull her foot back.

But Icarus pressed somewhere on her ankle, and she gasped in a hiss.

"pain?"

"Woo~"

She was tearful, so pitiful.

But Icarus not only didn't feel pity, but felt the inexplicable excitement in his chest getting stronger and stronger.

It was as if he wanted to see her even more pitiful.

He looked at her fair feet, the small and lovely toes looked like shiny pearls, with a faint pink glow.

Under his gaze, she curled up shyly.

Icarus's hand covered it, rubbing his toes inadvertently, and then moved to her ankle, caressing her ankle with his thumb.

"Does it hurt here?"

He didn't press the sprained place, and the little god shook his head.

I saw the slender fingers move to the slightly red and swollen place, and I pressed it.

The little god was so painful that he wanted to withdraw his feet, but found that her feet were completely in his palm, and there was nowhere to escape.

She could only tremble: "It hurts~"

"here?"

He asked the question knowingly, brushing his callused fingers over the delicate skin.

The little god gave a small "hmm".

I saw Icarus put his palm on her injured area, and a moment later, a strange feeling began to spread from the injured area to her heart.

It seems that there are tens of thousands of ants crawling back and forth, which is a bit unbearable.

She bit her lip involuntarily.

Fortunately, this torture was short-lived.

Icarus withdrew his hand, looked up and saw her eyes were wet, looking at him helplessly.

The lips bitten by the white teeth are redder than before, and the faint teeth marks have not completely disappeared.

His eyes darkened instantly.

In this posture, he reached out and stroked the teeth marks left on her lips.

Her lips are soft and feel good to the touch.

It was obviously just a momentary impulse, but for some reason, he rubbed it.

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