how to seduce an angel

"Fine," Dwyer said.

If Garcia had been asked this question, he would have blushed with embarrassment, and would have experienced my technique for himself in anger.

As expected of the main body, Deville can really comment on this matter without changing his face.

I didn't see the expected scene, so I twitched the corners of my mouth in boredom and said, "You're so boring, Garcia is much more interesting than you."

"..."

Deville and Garcia are really two completely different types.

I'm not only curious about the character of the complete Deville, but also want to know whether the current Deville can still maintain gentleness in bed.

Deville is not as easy to understand as Garcia, but I like his blond hair, eyes, voice, and even his rational, almost cold, elusive temperament.

I still look forward to dyeing the wings of this mighty Seraph black.

But right now, just smelling the faint cold fragrance on his body, I feel that the muscles and bones in my body are softening.

It seemed that after fighting on the battlefield for several days and nights, I finally returned to a safe place, and my whole body was completely relaxed.

It's not that getting along with Garcia is tiring. When I'm with him, I can completely control his emotions, but my desire to control is not very strong. As long as I get what I want, I am willing to coax him the rest of the time.

But here in Deville, I don't know what he is thinking, so I just do whatever I want and leave the headaches to him, it will be much easier.

In any case, I was really pleased by Deville's change. I curled a strand of his blond hair and played with him twice, and said, "I haven't slept well recently, you can sleep with me."

The sleep I'm talking about is pure sleep, the kind of sleep where you can dream when you close your eyes and fall asleep directly.

Deville looked at me for a while and asked, "How do you want to sleep?"

I glanced around and raised my chin towards the tree.

Deville understood, and sat down by the tree root very cooperatively.

I took off the broad knife on my back and stood it by the root of the tree, lay down beside Deville, pillowed on his lap, and closed my eyes in a suitable position.

Before going to bed, I had a flash of inspiration, and I asked, "You haven't answered my previous question, can Garcia be separated after being taken back?"

"You want him to be separated again?"

Deville is like a censer specially designed for hypnosis. After lying down for a while, I was so sleepy that my eyelids were clenched, "I am asking you, don't ask back."

"..."

I changed the question: "What if he knows that he is your clone?"

"..."

"Can't you tell?"

"You care about him."

"Bullshit." I muttered.

Sleepiness made me sink, and before I completely fell into a dream, I thought: If Garcia and Deville merge, the full Deville will become cuter.