how to seduce an angel

After leaving the peak of Lecini for more than a month, when I saw Deville for the first time, the sacred aura that rushed to my face made me feel dizzy for a long time.

He stood under the flower tree outside the enchantment of the temple, and raised his hand to caress the flowers on the branches. The end of the hair band tied around his wrist was blown lightly by the breeze, and his long golden hair hung down in front of him like flowing water. The lower part is shimmering with luster, and most of the face is blocked by the phantom formed by the light.

The pure white wings looked soft and fluffy behind the back, like a feather pillow that has been sun-dried for a long time, from the root of the wing to the tip, and from the inside to the outside, every feather seems to smell of dry, pure sunlight.

Deville and Garcia are two completely different styles. Garcia is the snow that falls on the vegetation growing on the cliff. Just looking at it will make you feel cold and lonely. If you sit there and watch it all winter, you will know that he Falling there is to provide moisture to the vegetation;

Deville is different, he is more like the snow that has never been touched by people when the weather suddenly warms up. It looks as warm as the light sprinkled on it. Only when you touch it with your own hands can you know that every snowflake is loyal. reflects the coldness of winter.

As a demon who has a deep understanding of Deville's two sides, my evaluation is quite valuable.

When his eyes traced the edge of Deville's wings, Deville noticed me. His white fingers brushed the branches and retracted. Looking sideways, his clear eyes seemed to be rippling with water.

Where did he become different, as if... a lot more vivid.

Although there was no big reaction when he saw me, there was an atmosphere of meeting an old acquaintance from the moment he turned around.

I'm not sure if this thought is my illusion, I rubbed my chin and thought for a while, then walked over to say hello to him: "Long time no see."

Deville stood still and watched me approach, and said softly, "Long time no see."

I nodded and fell silent.

I was silent because I was thinking about things, whether he was influenced by Garcia, and if so, to what extent.

Dwyer didn't speak either, but he was silent and just looking at me.

After a long time, I remembered what to say, "Why did your hair grow longer?"

Deville didn't answer, his eyes moved down from my face, stopped on the side of my neck, stretched out his hand towards me, his cold fingertips touched my neck, and twisted it heavily in a certain place.

I glanced at the hand in front of me suspiciously, and then I heard Deville say: "You went to see him."

"Who are you seeing?" I asked knowingly.

Dwyer's eyes turned back and fell into mine.

He sighed softly and said, "Lanza, you shouldn't see him."

Halfway through the speech, the hand on the side of my neck suddenly tightened.

Without warning, Deville brought me in front of him, pushed me on the flower tree, and slid his fingers across my side face, and then a dizzying cold fragrance enveloped me. There was an unreal warmth in the place.