The silver-haired girl's cheek was held up by the gods with one hand. He looked at her with his eyes down, his body leaned forward slightly, and her long hair fell on the front of the apron like running water.

Nanting raised his finger and poked Fanes' wrist: "...Crown?"

The Dark God came back to his senses: "You want to ask me why I suddenly came over and touched your face?"

This straight ball speech made Nanting's ear tip slightly red: "...you know why you still ask."

Farnes' fingertips moved to her slightly pointed elf ears at some point, and her fingers moved slightly, as if she was gently caressing the delicate camellia: "I don't know."

"Don't touch my ears." Nanting stood up and took two steps back, "...it's so itchy."

The silver-haired girl's cheeks flushed, as if the morning light was shining on the quiet snow fields. And her cold blue eyes were filled with hazy waves.

Fanes looked at Nanting without hesitation for the surprise in his eyes.

"I was attracted by your beauty, so I came over."

Nanting glanced at him: "The gods are so superficial?"

"It seems that my saint is not much noble." The Dark God lowered his eyelids, his smile was charming, but his expression was a little distant. "If I were a hideous monster, would you still want me to get close?"

Nanting: "Isn't that better?"

The best thing is outside the human world!

The Dark God frowned slightly and tilted his head in confusion: "?"

Nanting didn't know how to explain to him, so he just turned his mistake and piously grabbed the corner of Farnez's apron: "You are the god I believe in wholeheartedly, and of course I... will not resist your approach."

While she was still immersed in the perfect reason she had come up with in a hurry, the God of Darkness had already bullied her, and held her waist with one hand and held the back of her head with the other.

"Can you get close like this?" His voice was quiet and hoarse.

Nanting hasn't reacted yet.

After hesitating, the God of Darkness had already hugged her tightly into his arms.

——It seems like a skeleton forgotten by time, holding the lovers in the depths of history, and no one can take them apart.

"Or," his voice was classical and magnetic, "so close."

Nanting raised his eyes in surprise and met the bright and beautiful eyes of the gods.

He bent his red eyes towards her: "...can't be closer."

Nanting finally reacted: "...No, it's OK."

Fanes nipped his lower lip with a little confused expression: "Do you want to be eaten by me?"

Nanting felt that what she understood and what the Dark God wanted to express was not the same. The desire for survival awakened at this time: "Mr. I am hungry."

The God of Darkness gently let her go and smiled: "I'll prepare dinner for you."

While Fanes was cooking, Nanting sneaked behind him.

"It's inconvenient to have such long hair," she said to herself, "I'll tie it up for you."

The silver-haired girl raised her hand, brushing her slender fingertips across the side of the god, gently holding up his long hair.

The Dark God's hand holding the kitchen knife stopped slightly, but did not resist, but let her move.

Soon, the god's long hair was tied up low and decorated with a bow tied with a ribbon.

"What did you do to me?" Farnes asked in cooperation.

Nanting hugged his neck from behind and hung his whole body on Fanes.

The girl's soft body made the god breathe lightly, and he said helplessly: "...let go."

Nanting pretends to be dead.

“…Let me go, Nanting.”

The soft voice of the Dark God repeats.

The girl's ear tips moved.

The Dark God tilted his head and thought: "...It's time to eat."

Nanting, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly stood up and sat obediently at the dining table.

Looking at the table of gorgeous and exquisite dishes, Nanting suddenly woke up: "Mianxia, ​​can you eat something too?"

The Dark God glanced casually at the table: "I have no appetite for what I make."

Nanting's mind turned around for a long time: "Then, then I'll make it for you?"

Fanes raised one hand and pressed her shoulder, with a elegant and mellow voice: "...I'll have a bar with you."

Nanting was still a little sleepy, and thought that the table of dishes was too late to finish, so she nodded in a daze. She picked up the bottle and wanted to pour some wine for Fanes, but found that the cork was not opened at all.

"I'll do it." Farnes said happily.

The Dark God leaned in a high-backed chair, enjoying his saint's meal while tasting red wine.

This made the gods have a long-lost impulse to create artistic creation.

He waved his hand and a canvas appeared in the void. Without a brush, he dipped his knife in red wine and painted it leisurely.

Nanting ate for a while before she found that the Dark God was admiring a painting.

"Men, can you show me?" She was a little curious.

The Dark God turned his wrist and the painting was presented to her.

What red wine can outline is a girl with silver hair and red eyes. With just a few strokes, she showed her beautiful posture - she was using a silver fork to send a strawberry to her lips. The highlights in her eyes were so bright, and the lines on her cheeks had fascinating beauty.

"This is..." Nanting would not admit his mistake, "I."

The God of Darkness raised the corners of his lips happily and put away the precious and valuable place of the painting.

"Why do you want to draw me?" Nanting asked.

"Bored." The Dark God waved his hand lazily.

"I think I can solve your boredom."

Nanting's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly picked up the fork and walked over, sitting on Fanes' lap.

The dark god's pupils suddenly tightened, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You..."

"Open your mouth." Nanting attached himself to the god's ear and ordered softly.

Fanes's eyes were slightly red, but he turned his face away, and his voice was low: "...Why should I listen to you?"

"Because you want to experience happiness too." Nanting said softly, like a witch who seduces mortals.

This sentence seemed to convince the God of Darkness. His long black eyelashes were covered with low cover, covering his ruby-like eyes. The lips, which were as perfect as a sculpture, slowly opened a gap.

‘You can kiss me.’ he thought.

Nanting looked at Fanes' side face with satisfaction, and gave it to his lips with a silver fork.

Fanes poked out his tongue and licked it lightly, but he didn't open his mouth to eat.

His eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at her eyes, with a smile on his lips: "My Saint, are you here?"

"Feed you something," Nanting said seriously. "It's a fun thing to taste good food."

"Should I think," the Dark God couldn't help but chuckled, "Are you praising me for doing a good job?"

"It's not just good!" Nanting naturally put the piece of fruit into his mouth and swallowed it, and forked another piece of lamb leg meat to feed the Dark God. "It's so delicious, you can try it."

"Well." The Dark God opened his mouth and let Nanting put the food into his mouth. He chewed it slowly before continuing, "I have never eaten cooked meat."

Nanting made up the wrong inference that "the dark god cannibalize people", and immediately sat upright, just ate silently and didn't dare to act rashly.

“…Nantine.”

The Dark God suddenly whispered her name.

"Hmm?" Nanting looked back, and his movements stopped slightly.

"Feel me to drink." He had beautiful red eyes, and his slender fingers picked up the goblet and put it in her hand.

Nanting realized that she was still sitting on the Dark God's legs and wanted to get down, but he reached out and pressed her waist.

Nanting had to put the wine glass on his lips: "You open your mouth."

The dark god's rose-colored lips opened slightly and sipped a small sip.

A drop of red wine slid down the corner of the god's lips and rolled down along the pale and jade-like skin, giving a kind of terrifying beauty.

By the way, Nanting lowered his head slightly and gently grabbed the drop of wine with the tip of his tongue.

Fanes's pupils expanded slightly, and the beautiful side face of the girl reflected in her eyes: "You..."

Nanting picked up the wine glass and blocked his mouth.

"Um." The Dark God murmured, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly, "I..."

Nanting picked up the wine glass and blocked his mouth.

It was not until the Dark God finished drinking this glass of wine that Nanting gave him a chance to speak.
To be continued...