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Chapter 139

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, Ming Shu leaned in Zhiyuan's arms, stretched out his arms to hold him tightly, and tried to pull his outer robe to wrap himself.

"real……"

He ignored the shame, endured the strangeness coming from the tip of his tail, and explained incoherently: "But you're not here... I didn't deliberately hide it from you, I couldn't find you..."

Once the main task is completed, as long as Zhiyuan is not angry, he can indeed confess to Zhiyuan.

What Mingshu didn't expect was that it seemed to be the feather that exposed him completely.

Zhiyuan didn't say a word, but still grabbed the tip of Mingshu's tail, the small triangle was pinched like a kitten's pad, with a little force, Mingshu's body would tremble slightly.

Ming Shu moved uncomfortably, raised his head and looked at Zhiyuan: "I've been hiding your feathers for a long time..."

"I can't bear it, but I can't help it," his voice became smaller and smaller, looking pitiful, "I originally thought that I would find a chance in the future and ask you for another one..."

The longer Zhiyuan remained silent, the more disturbed Mingshu became. After speaking, he took the initiative to approach and kiss Zhiyuan's lips and cheeks repeatedly, hoping to get his response.

"Don't be angry," Ming Shu acted coquettishly, "You hug me..."

Zhiyuan finally reacted, raised his eyes slightly, and stared at Mingshu.

He still didn't hug Mingshu, the hand touching the tail moved up to press the position of the tailbone.

The pure black tail feels like fine and soft leather, which doesn't match Ming Shu's fair and delicate skin.

But the tail was attached to the bone and grew out of him.

The tail is not too long, but if it is not controlled, there is a risk of being discovered very easily, so it has to be tied with a ribbon and fixed on the leg.

Some of Mingshu's previous anomalies can also be explained. The rest of his disguise is perfect, except for this tail.

Zhiyuan let go and pushed Mingshu down.

Mingshu fell into the soft bed again, Zhiyuan lifted him up by holding his ankle, and turned him over to lie on his stomach again.

The lights in the room were extremely bright, and the sight cast on Mingshu seemed to be real, moving inch by inch, confirming that he had no other demonic features except the tail.

Zhiyuan grabbed the fluttering tail, pinched the marks on Mingshu's leg with the other hand, and said in an unclear tone, "Tie clothes?"

Ming Shu couldn't move, he didn't like it very much, he gripped the bed sheet and said aggrievedly: "I'm afraid you will hate me if you find out..."

He turned his back to Zhiyuan, showing a small side face, but his tail was more excited than his master, and the tip rubbed against Zhiyuan's hand, wanting him to touch him again.

Afterwards, Ming Shu felt that the restraint behind him was loosened, he hurriedly got up, and moved back timidly with his legs curled up.

Zhiyuan sat on the other side of the bed with his legs bent, and stretched out a hand: "Come here."

Mingshu only hesitated for half a second, approached Zhiyuan and threw himself into his arms again.

"Aren't you angry?" Ming Shu put his arms around his neck and kissed Zhiyuan's lips.

However, Zhiyuan pinched his chin, not allowing him to kiss again, and asked: "What's the matter with the feather?"

Ming Shu said honestly: "I was teleported to hell..."

He explained that he had to do this, or there would be serious consequences.

Mingshu also took the opportunity to admit that he had stolen a book of Zhiyuan, because the things sent back to hell must be related to the archangel.

In a sense, he was indeed forced.

"That time I took the robe off the chair, and the feather was hidden in the sleeve,"

Mingshu emphasized again, "I really like that feather because it's yours... But if I don't do that, I might die..."

Zhiyuan frowned slightly, and the strength in his hand was involuntarily loosened.

"Where are the clothes?" He asked again, "You threw them away."

Ming Shu's breathing was stagnant, and it was only then that he remembered that there seemed to be no news about the robe he had thrown away. He thought it hadn't been discovered yet.

He said vaguely, "How do you know..."

Zhiyuan lowered his eyes halfway: "I always knew."

As an archangel, every feather that falls off his body is not an ordinary thing. He can perceive the direction of the feathers and some nearby sounds, but they are relatively weak and cannot be heard clearly.

He knew that Mingshu had taken the robe he had left on the chair, and hid it in his room together with the feathers inside.

Mingshu realized that he should have guessed that the feathers that glow at night must be unusual.

He tried to explain: "Clothes...the clothes are because I have worn them too many times, and there is no smell of you on them."

Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, his expression moved slightly, and he rubbed the tip of Mingshu's chin with his fingertips: "Too many times?"

Mingshu noticed that he cared about this, blushed and said "um", "I wear it to sleep every night, and I can only fall asleep by smelling your body."

"Then the smell was gone, so I didn't want clothes anymore," he said shyly, with his tail raised up, and the tip rubbed against Chibuchi's leg intentionally or unintentionally, "I didn't throw it away on purpose..."

He always said that it wasn't intentional. Although he was a demon, and he had other plans for infiltrating the temple, he really liked Zhiyuan.

"Don't you like me?" Ming Shu looked at him eagerly, "Are you avoiding me these two days?"

Zhiyuan could sense the position of the feather, so he knew immediately that he had sent the feather back to hell.

Ming Shu looked aggrieved and disappointed: "You don't even hug me, and you don't want to kiss me..."

In fact, before entering the bedroom, Zhiyuan kissed him outside the door, and now he is hugging him in his arms.

However, Ming Shu was not satisfied, he still wanted a deeper hug and kiss. Compared to before, Zhiyuan tonight was a little indifferent.

Zhiyuan remained unmoved, let go of Mingshu's chin, stroked the side of his neck with his fingertips, and asked suddenly: "Are you a succubus?"

Ming Shu nodded honestly. He kept the body of the previous dungeon. To be precise, he was a half-demon with the blood of a succubus.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but seeing him confess, Zhiyuan's expression seems to have some subtle changes.

Mingshu didn't know the reason, and leaned closer to kiss him again. Seeing that he didn't refuse, he boldly stretched out his hand to untie his collar.

Zhiyuan didn't refuse either, put one arm around Mingshu, and gently stroked his waist, as if encouraging him.

The collar was untied, revealing the faint scar on the heart, which will completely heal and disappear in a few days.

Ming Shu touched the scar and moved closer to kiss him.

The two were so close that Mingshu was almost sitting on Zhiyuan's lap, clearly feeling his reaction.

He raised his head and saw Zhiyuan staring at him, his dark eyes faintly revealing a hint of patience to the limit.

Ming Shu was pressed and kissed, his whole body was wrapped in Zhiyuan's breath, and when he was about to be short of breath, the kiss finally ended.

Zhiyuan pinched his tail, breathing down: "Like this?"

Ming Shu was forced to raise her legs, her flushed cheeks were hot, and she asked in a low voice, "Don't you like it?"

Zhiyuan sat up and looked down at Mingshu. The beautiful and charming little succubus lay calmly in front of him, with shy and straightforward eyes.

He unbuttoned the rest of his clothes slowly, throwing the white robe on the ground casually.

At the beginning, Zhiyuan was very fierce, Mingshu couldn't help crying, crying for him to hug her.

He picked Ming Shu up and pressed him into his arms, kissed away his tears, pinched the back of his neck and asked, "Who else have you had sex with before?"

Demons are synonymous with filth and chaos, and the succubus branch has no bottom line.

Mingshu is beautiful, seductive, delicate and weak, so he is easily coveted even in heaven, not to mention he is from hell.

Mingshu said, "No..."

His voice was intermittent, his white arms hung on Zhiyuan's body, his eyes were wet: "There is no one... only you."

He is a pure little succubus, and he accepted a difficult task for the first time, coming to the heaven to seduce the archangel.

As for some of his performances, maybe it's racial talent.

Zhiyuan's kiss was much gentler, pinching Mingshu's waist.

Once it was over, Mingshu lay in Zhiyuan's arms, the smell of angel perfume on his body completely dissipated, leaving only his original breath, which was sweet and fragrant.

Zhiyuan touched the transparent wings on his back: "There is no need to pretend in the future."

He wanted to see Mingshu's original appearance, the pair of wings did not match the tail at all.

Mingshu responded obediently, and turned on the system to take a look. The time limit for using the wings happened to be tomorrow morning, and at noon, the shaping water would also expire.

He raised his head, put his chin in front of Zhiyuan, and did not forget to ask: "Aren't you angry?"

Zhiyuan touched Mingshu's side face and saw that he didn't speak.

Ming Shu rubbed up a little, sticky to kiss again: "Don't drive me away..."

Zhiyuan kissed him reassuringly, and whispered: "Want to stay by my side?"

"You..." Ming Shu said halfway, and said vaguely: "You must not be responsible..."

The two hugged each other intimately, and no reaction could escape the other. Ming Shu blushed and hid for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want more?"

Zhiyuan didn't speak, Mingshu blushed even more, rubbing against his lips: "I miss you every night..."

His hint was obvious enough, Zhiyuan stroked his back: "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to hug me and kiss me," Mingshu breathed unevenly, "and stroke my tail."

The lights in the dormitory were on in the middle of the night, Ming Shu got his wish, the tip of his tail was pinched by Zhiyuan all the time, or he was not allowed to let go.

Since entering this dungeon until now, Ming Shu has finally been able to get close to Zhiyuan. He is obedient and clingy, obedient to everything.

In the end, he leaned on Zhiyuan's neck relyingly, smelled his breath and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was bright outside, and it was probably already afternoon.

Ming Shu was the only one left in the dormitory, and Zhiyuan disappeared, so he sat up wrapped in a quilt.

He waited for a while, but he didn't see Zhiyuan coming back, so he picked up the clothes that were thrown on the ground last night, and prepared to go outside to find him.

When Ming Shu got dressed and came to the door, he found that the door was closed tightly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push it.