Dress his little devil, put on shoes for his little devil, and even comb his little devil's hair......

emmm。

Fortunately, his little devil doesn't need makeup, otherwise...... He'd love to give it a try.

The delicate and handsome young man looked at his own little devil who was served by himself, and his bright eyes were full of pride and satisfaction.

Every time I do it myself, I feel a strong sense of happiness.

Authentic and fulfilling.

……

Angel Realm, the palace where Archangel Mingsi is located.

There are three twelve-winged archangels in the angelic world, and each archangel has a palace.

The palace of Mingxi is in the easternmost part, covering the largest area and the most luxurious, and is the first palace in the angelic world.

However, in this palace, except for Mingxi, who is the owner, the only living creature is a black cat.

The whole body is black, black and shiny, and there is no black cat with a single miscellaneous hair.

The black cat has a pair of dark purple eyes, beautiful, demagogic, beautiful, and wicked and enchanting.

In short, Jing Buzheng didn't like it very much when he saw the black cat at first sight.

Mother!

Dislike!

Mingxi looked into his arms, stopped, and stared at his own little devil who had been watching the black cat, and his eyes fell on the little black cat, sharp and dark.

"Disappear now!"

Fight to see you, you don't have me in your eyes!

A certain archangel thought darkly, looking at the eyes of the little black cat, eager to cut it with a thousand knives.

"Meow—"

The black cat looked at Mingxi, and the black cat all over his body exploded, obviously defensive.

Mingxi's gloomy eyes continued to deepen.

"Meow—"

Black Cat's Inner Monologues: Black Angel, Never Again!

I don't know who had to imprison it here in the first place and not let it leave.

The black angel turns its face, it is really faster than the dog's face, and it will kill its rhythm in minutes!

"Strife, let's go in."

Mingxi grabbed the girl's waist and continued to walk inside, crossing the threshold, the pure black decoration contrasted sharply with the main white color in the room.

Intense, yet not contradictory, it gives a sense of blindness.

Pure white furniture, pure white wardrobe, pure white bed wood, pure white coffee table......

Black decoration, black vase, black bed four-piece set, black tablecloth......

"Do you like it?"

The young man's warm voice sounded in her ears, as if she was whispering in her ear, which was beautiful and tickled.

Jing Buchang's gaze fell on the big bed in the room, I don't know how it feels to lie down?

Ming Xi followed his girl's gaze, looked over, the corners of his beautiful lips curled, and he walked over with his little devil in his arms.

He reached out and pressed the girl's shoulders to sit on the edge of the bed, and the tall man crouched down in front of her, with his hands on her knees, looking up at her.

Jing Bu Zheng: !!

Good, good, good, so cute!

No, I want to spray nosebleeds, and the blood tank is going to be empty!

"You ......"

She swallowed her saliva wildly, shouting over and over again in her heart, don't flirt anymore!

My little liver is too fragile, play a few more times and it will break!

But a little angel who was squatting in front of her, with his hands and even his chin on her knees, didn't hear her heart at all.

I also challenged her reason over and over again, and I just wanted to torture her crazy!

"Strife."

He called, his voice soft and lingering, like a thread, gently wound around her heart, leaving her defenseless.

It's dangerous.

Because if he wants to be unfavorable to himself, he only needs to tighten the thread, and she will probably ......

"Hmm."

Jing Buzheng responded, and the tail note rolled up.

"Do you like it?" He asked without a head or tail, so that people couldn't guess what he was asking?

Jing Buzheng's face showed a confused expression.

The delicate boy suddenly laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and his long eyelashes sprinkled a faint green shadow on his cheeks.

"I like it here, I like it...... The owner here? ”

Do you like me?

This question has never been asked by Mingxi.

He knew what the answer was, but he just wanted to hear it and hear it from his beloved girl.

"Wow-"

The holy white wings spread, and there were even a few white feathers floating in the air in the room, slowly falling.

Jing Buzheng suddenly stretched out her hand, and the feather that should have fallen to the ground landed firmly in her palm.

My little angel...... It's actually shedding!

Will it fall bald?!

Jing Buzheng's eyes widened, and when he thought of his plump wings, he would become bald, bald......

The deep fear made the expression on her face change.

She quickly picked up her own Xiaotian, put him on the bed, slipped shoes for him, and then climbed into bed with her own slippers.

Mingxi's sweet heart thought that she was finally going to confess to herself and ...... to herself

Mingxi: !!

Seeing that his little devil went around behind him, a pair of small hands, carefully caressed the wings behind his back, and then asked cautiously: "Why did you lose your feathers?" ”

"Isn't it right to eat and drink? With such beautiful wings, if they become bald, I will cry. ”

Jing Buzheng's tone was serious, and when he said the words, Mingxi, who listened to it, blocked his chest in one breath.

Not up or down, uncomfortable, not okay, not okay.

His eyes fell on the bed, on the two feathers that had fallen, and he was very angry.

This loss of feathers is the same as the loss of hair, will it be so easy to become bald?

“……”

No, it can't be the same as losing your hair.

If you lose your hair, you may really lose it.

"Strife, I know you have wings too."

Will your wings fall bald?

If you want to be bald, everyone will be bald together, and you won't be embarrassed!

"My wings?"

Jing Buzheng was stunned for a moment, the movements in his hands were all a meal, his eyes rolled straight, do I still have wings?

The girl's pretty little face had an expression of eagerness, even excitement.

After asking how to conjure the wings.

"Wow-"

Jing Buzheng, who stood in front of the mirror, put it away the moment his wings were transformed.

–

If she could, she would have never seen her wings before!

The bulging cheeks vented her mood as the master.

Mingxi didn't expect that the wings of his little devil were really ...... Bald!

The bat-like wings are really unexpected.

Jing Buzheng climbed back into bed, sat behind the little angel, and slammed the little angel's white and soft wings to stabilize his mind.

But this angry heart has stabilized, but another kind of thought, like taking root and sprouting, quickly grows from a small sapling to a towering tree, and it is out of control.

And she doesn't mind it growing like crazy at all.

"Mingxi, I like you, the kind I especially like!".

The kind that I can't wait to hang on your waistband all the time!