The young man bit his thin lip, but this time he didn't play coquettish anymore to stay, silently collected his wings and left, his slender back was vaguely dazed, as if he had suffered some major blow, and looked pitiful.

Yu Chu raised his eyebrows in confusion.

The little devil has always been freewheeling, arrogant and fierce, and suddenly so well-behaved, even with a little pitiful temperament...... It's hard to get used to.

She shook her head and fell asleep comfortably.

And Iger didn't return to the room.

The boy sat on the window of the inn, his dark purple gorgeous bat wings spread out behind his back, his slender fingers supporting his white chin, and he looked at the city below with great attention.

The bat's wings contracted, and he raised his hand to touch the tip of his tail, but he didn't have the strange feeling just now.

…… Thinking of the unfamiliar sense of electricity just now, a touch of crimson appeared on the young man's white cheeks.

He glared at his wings fiercely, then gritted his teeth in a daze, and simply flew down, opened the window of Samuel's room, and floated to the ground.

The well-behaved little angel has long since slept.

Sensing that someone was coming in, the silver-haired young man rubbed his eyes, Bingyin's long eyelashes blinked slightly, and he silently turned his head to look, "...... What are you here to do? ”

The demon didn't know how to speak.

The silver-haired boy glanced at him with a slightly aware look, "You've climbed into the wrong room." ”

The fair-skinned finger pointed to the wall, and the angel's voice was cold, "She's next door." ”

"It's not." The demon strode over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and raised his hand to touch his own batwings.

He looked at the angel, "What are our wings for?" What else can you do but fly? ”

After listening to the question, the little angel was a little confused.

"What else can you do but fly?" He frowned and asked quietly, a little confused.

The two men looked at each other, and Iger stretched out his batwings, "You touch it." ”

“？” The angel frowned.

He didn't understand what the demon meant, but it was clear that the other party was asking seriously, and Samuel raised his hand and touched the pair of bat wings, "What the hell do you want to say?" ”

The black-haired boy frowned and felt it quietly.

Well...... Nothing to feel.

He withdrew his bat wings and thought for a while, "It doesn't seem to be because of the wings...... It's because of her. ”

Samuel frowned.

He had no idea what the demon was talking about.

Izzel stood up lazily and walked out of the window in a good mood, and when he reached the window, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Don't say I didn't warn you...... You can go to her right now and help you massage your wings. ”

After all, it is a person, and he usually fights to get a little more, and he does not enjoy the same benefits, but it is not considered a complete thing for the gods.

He recalled that feeling, licked the snow-white little fangs, and hooked a lazy smile on his thin lips, not at all the pity that had just trembled under the girl's hands, but with a lofty posture, he raised his delicate eyebrows, and summed it up in five words: "It feels good." ”

The angel looked at him silently.

The silver-haired young man spread his wings behind his back, the white and holy color, shining in the moonlight, his white fingertips touched the feathers, his snowy face, and his expression was obviously puzzled: "What does it mean to be very good?" ”

The little devil opened the window, "You go now." ”

He spread his batwing and flew away lazily.

The remaining icy angel tilted his head, not quite understanding what he meant. He turned his head to look at his white wings, and only after a while did he purse his red lips.