A clear and peaceful breathing sound came from behind the ears.

Nanting didn't open her eyes, but felt itchy, so she raised her hand and wanted to rub the tip of her ears - the elf's ears were so sensitive. If it weren't for the sleepiness dragging her, she would be afraid that her skin would be blushing.

But her fingertips touched her thin and soft lips.

Nanting suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to retract his hand, but his fingertips were gently held by Fanes.

Nanting: "?"

The Dark God ummed a few times, and even punitively left small tooth marks on her fingertips with his sharp teeth, before he opened his thin, scorching lips slightly.

After Nanting retracted his hand, he realized—

"Ah, I'm actually on the bed." She turned around and saw the Dark God lying lazily beside her with his hands supporting his jaw, while she was pillowing with a warm, pure black wing.

"You, why are you here too?" The silver-haired girl's green eyes widened slightly.

The Dark God hung his long and thick eyelashes, but the curve of the corners of his lips could not be concealed.

"When you came up, you hugged my neck and refused to let go of anything you said."

Nanting immediately denied: "It wasn't like this when I woke up."

The rosy eyes of the gods were flowing, and a hint of adorable sorrow appeared: "Of course. You turned over and ignored me after getting into bed."

Nanting's ear tips were a little red: "Mr., how can you be so close to believers?"

The Dark God tilted his head gently, blinking his red eyes slightly: "You invited me in."

Nanting covered her cheeks: "...but this does not mean that you have to sleep in a bed. You are a god, you cannot degenerate yourself!"

The Dark God was stunned for a moment, then opened his lips and smiled: "So, in my saint's eyes, I actually have an image?"

"...Now there is no more." Nanting gave the guy a blank look, "Can you please go out for a while? I want to change my clothes."

"There is no need to be such trouble." The God of Darkness blinked lazily, then turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the void, and the illusory feathers floated gently.

"You really left the room?" Nanting couldn't help asking.

"If you have to talk to me," the gorgeous voice of the Dark God was a little lazy, "I have to watch your situation."

Nanting immediately shut his mouth.

When I changed my clothes, there was a knock on the door.

Nanting walked over and opened the door, and saw Fanes standing at the door holding a delicate dining plate.

His wings had already been put away and he changed into a court deacon-like outfit. The white shirt and black vest outlined a wide shoulders and narrow waist, the muscles of the upper arm were clasped with sleeves, and the long dark hair was tied low with red ribbons behind his head, and it fell to the hips of the slim silk pants.

But one thing is dissonant—

The neckline of Farnes was not wearing a strict bow tie like a serious man, but was leisurely and half open, with half of the tie hanging down along the shoulders, wrapped around the rose collar needle and put it low next to the hand towel bag.

Nanting's pupils expanded slightly, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

The god smiled beautifully: "Even if I don't welcome me, at least I'll welcome your dinner."

Only then did Nanting realize that it was already dark outside: "Mian, do you want to eat together?"

Farnez put the dining plate on the table gracefully: “…I have no desire for human food.”

Nanting nodded in understanding, but she was just being polite anyway.

"That may be a matter of trouble waiting for me."

"But I can drink some wine." The Dark God's voice was careless and a little magnetic. "'Arrogance' tells me that there are a lot of aged wines in the cellar of the Lunaria Palace."

Nanting was a little curious: "Your Excellency, 'Arrogance', even knows this?"

The Dark God came over, and his silky hair tied down low from his shoulders and rested on her shoulders.

"Tell you a secret."

Nanting listened attentively.

"The performance of 'arrogance' has been good, and it has developed the king into a dark believer." The happy voice of the Dark God came from his ears, and he patted Nanting on the shoulder with encouragement, "My Saint, you..."

Nanting resisted the urge to shrink his shoulders: "Mr., I will spread your gospel well and let more people bathe in your light...darkness!"

The slender fingers pressed against Nanting's neck and gently stroked them a few times: "I believe you won't betray me."

Nanting: "...of course not!"

They have already boarded the pirate ship (tears.

"But--" The dark myth turned the slant, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "If I discovered your betrayal, then that's it."

"That's what?" Nanting felt a chill on his head, as if a cold wind was blowing by.

She turned around and wanted to read the clues from the god's expression.

The malicious smile on the face of the Dark God seamlessly switched to a charming smile: "Die in my arms."

"I will give you a peaceful and long sleep, with me."

Nanting: "I will never betray you!"

"real?"

"real."

"The conversation just now has been recorded in the contract by me." The Dark God slugged his eye feathers lazily, tilted his head and looked at Nanting's eyes, "You must do what you say."

"What's the problem?" Nanting was a little stubborn at first, but she immediately realized a question, "Is the definition of 'betrayal'?"

"Of course, I have the full explanation." A smile flashed through the blood-red eyes of the Dark God. "You don't think that as the Lord of the Demon, I don't have that kind of instinct to take advantage of loopholes, right?"

Nanting: I feel like you dug a hole and buried it in it.

"I have a clear conscience, what's there to be afraid of?" Nanting glanced at Farnez, "Please let me go a little bit better, I'm going to have a meal."

The Dark God stood up again: "I'll go to the wine cellar to get some wine."

"It's too late to sober up now." After what happened just now, Nanting didn't want to have dinner with the God of Darkness at all. "Wait a minute, can you drink it yourself?"

"Where is my believer?" The Dark God asked casually with his finger bones.

"Melville and Elaine have made an appointment to go to the hot springs at night." Nanting picked up the silver fork and forked a silver-white fruit in his mouth.

Behind the silver-haired girl, Fanes narrowed his eyes slightly.

"very good."

“The fruits in the North are pretty good.”

Neglected Fanes: "Maybe you should try something better."

Nanting turned around and there was a small piece of ice flower attached to the edge of the fruit on her bright red lips: "What?"

The Dark God poked out a hand and grabbed the girl's jaw with his cold and slender fingers.

He lowered his head and kissed him.
Chapter completed!