how to seduce an angel

After doing it a few times, I leaned against the bed and played with his blonde hair.

"Your hair is beautiful."

"Ah."

"I like your blonde hair."

"I know."

Deville grabbed my hand with a faint smile, lowered his head and kissed it, and touched my fingers carefully from my fingers to my shoulder, and then from the shoulder down, as if I were the books on his bookshelf that he couldn't put it down.

"Enough." I don't start.

But he wrapped his arms around me like an attachment, his blond hair slid to my waist, and his pure white wings came from behind, trying to wrap me completely.

"sorry."

"..." I can't stand it.

I grabbed his blond hair and kissed him, letting the tide that had receded to my feet come back again.

The peace talk ceremony lasted all day, and on the second day, the streets of the gods and demons resumed their usual bustle.

When Deville and I came out of the Red Lips Hotel, we were seen by many demons and angels. Deville didn't care about the teasing eyes and walked beside me.

Construction is underway on the site of the old school, and Deville said that a magic school mixed with gods and demons will be built here and in the port of Lecini.

When observing the construction process, the wind brought by the activation of the magic circle blew Deville's blond hair.

I glanced at him and flew in the direction of the Snow Mountain in the Demon Realm.

There is a restriction outside the snow mountain, angels cannot enter, Deville can only wait outside.

I found several snow amber plants on the snow mountain, and slowly melted off the petals.

I don’t remember what the previous headband looked like. I just made a similar new one based on my preference. During the period, I thought about adding some magical effects to it. Thinking about the probability that these effects will not be used on Deville, So give up.

It only takes one day to make a hair band and even forge it with dissolved materials.

But I did it very meticulously and dawdled for six days.

When I came out through the restriction, Deville was still where he stood six days ago, with a few flakes of snow between his blond hair, and the snow diffused colorful light under the light, making him even more dazzling and pure.

I casually threw the hair tie on him and said, "Wear it however you want." Then I strode away.

Deville stood on the spot for a long time, followed me and pulled my shoulders, put the headband into my hand, looked at me intently and said, "You help me tie it."

It is not impossible.

I swept across his wrist, hooked my hand at him, he leaned over, I chanted a spell, the silver hair band went around behind him, and I gathered the ends of his hair consciously, forming a knot.

"All right."

I keep going.

For some reason, Deville stopped in place for a long time, and waited for me to walk a long way before flying over, folding his wings and landing beside me, asking softly, "Where are you going?"

"Seven days have passed, there is no need to tell you where I am going, right?"

"..."

"Lesigni Peak."

Dwyer turned to look at me abruptly.

"Sleepy, go to sleep."

Deville smiled, "Okay."

We obviously have wings, but we walked out of the scope of the snow-capped mountains.

Deville's shoulder approached, his slender fingers hooked my hand little by little, and held it gently.

He has done everything, yet he is so innocent.

But I have always liked his way.

He took a few steps forward and grabbed him with his backhand.

After thinking about it, I still have to say what I should say, so I said: "I don't have an angel that I like right now, so let's make do with it for now, maybe I will break up with you when I get bored in the future."

"Ah."

"At that time, it will be useless to use this set again."

"I'll find another way."

"..." Could he not understand what the devil said?

Deville held me back, spread his six wings to cover his sight on the street full of demons and angels, and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

"..."

The flower tree that I cut off stands intact outside the temple on the peak of Lecini.

I didn't ask him how he repaired the flower tree. For a seraphim who can reproduce the peak of Lecini on the volcano in the Demon Realm, that bit of magic is nothing.

I lay on Deville's lap, looking at the blue sky and listening to him read.

"The devil Lansa lured the angel to sign a contract, turning the angel into an apostle—"

"What are you reading? Get another copy."

Deville changed a book obediently, and read in a slow voice: "Every January [-]th is the Sleeping Festival in the Demon Realm. On the Sleeping Festival, the demons in the Demon Realm will..."

Passing through the restriction of the snow mountain, I forged a weapon again, which consumed a lot of my magic power.

After listening to a few words, my eyelids felt heavy.

Just a petal fell from the tree and landed on my forehead, and a faint fragrance came.

Before closing my eyes, I thought: I don’t know when I will get bored, at least for now, and even for a long time in the future, that day will not come.

no way.

I admit it.

(End of the article)

txt will be placed in afd, and the address can be found at the top of Weibo@karevdriver, or you can directly search for "karevdriver" on Aidaifa, and the follow-up episode will also be placed there.

I read Weibo and the previous comments, and I may write extra stories:

1. Lansa takes cubs

2. Lanza is jealous

3. Lanza, Four Wings Deville, Garcia three roles (Deville and Garcia are jealous of each other, there is a Landlord that I thought about before, at most there is a bit of car exhaust)

4. The past of Garcia and Lanza

5. DeVille perspective

It should be ready, nothing else, I will start writing tomorrow, and I will finish writing in about three days, so I wish everyone an early year here!