Nanting opened her eyes.

There was still darkness around her, she stretched and poked her elbows into Fanes' chest.

The god let out a humble murmur, turned over gently, and put his arm on her.

Nanting has no sleepiness. It is underground and cannot tell the time by light. Therefore, although he sleeps comfortably, he feels dizzy that day and night are reversed.

She shook her head, trying to dispel the discomfort.

When he wanted to get up from the bed quietly, he saw the Dark God staring at her with his rose-colored eyes.

In the dark underground room, his face was like a statue on a shrine, with a strange and hazy beauty.

Nanting was almost shocked.

She muttered softly: "Why are you looking at me?"

"No-" the girl suddenly reacted, "Why are you in my bed?"

The Dark God supported his wrist with his clear lines and tilted his head as if nothing had happened: "You allowed me to bring you over yesterday."

Nanting raised a finger and poked his temple gently.

Yesterday's ambiguity and embarrassment, memories that seemed to be unsealed, returned to her mind as if they were unsealed.

She sat on the dark god's legs, kissed the wine at the corner of his lips, quietly tied his hair, and hugged it in his arms to sleep... Nanting suddenly felt his ears red when she thought about it. She was a little sleepy at that time, and the atmosphere was suitable for doing these things, so she didn't think about it so much. But now thinking about it - He is God!

Nanting was worried that Fanez would pursue her for "blasphemy" and immediately changed the subject with a strong desire to survive: "Mr., should we get up? It's not about to..."

The God of Darkness stared at her with interest, with his thin lips slightly bent: "Yes, today is the right day."

Nanting: "What's the right one?"

The Dark God smiled but said nothing.

Nanting stretched and crawled out of the god's wings.

"I'll go take a shower first."

Fanes looked at her eyebrows and eyes with a smile, and sat up from the bed, with a few strands of long hair on the edge of her wings.

He chuckled lazily at her, and the soft light surged in his red eyes: "...I'll sit here and wait for you."

Nanting nodded and ran into the bathroom as if he ran away.

Only after leaning against the bathroom door was Nanting calmed down a little.

It's hard not to make people move on this look of the Dark God—

The heartbeat became faster, as if he had jumped off the dragon's back with him again.

"Illusion, illusion."

Nanting covered her heart and recited silently.

I wanted to recite it a few times, but I was afraid that the Dark God would hear it. His ears were not ordinary spirits.

Damn it! When will this God understand her intention? It is impossible to confess. If she speaks, the god with innate arrogance will inevitably refuse.

She just had a little bit of affection for him. If she didn't know what to do with him a few more times, then...don't want him anymore!

After taking a shower quickly, Nanting walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.

The God of Darkness glanced at her and quickly looked away.

"…Your hair has not dried," he whispered.

While applying skin care products to her face, Nanting replied casually: "Then do you come and help me?"

The Dark God picked up a pure white and soft towel and walked behind the silver-haired girl.

Her silvery hair ends were wet and entangled, and a hazy soft light appeared in the darkness, like a shadow of the moon in the water.

The god took a breath, raised his slender and well-proportioned fingers, inserted them into her hair, and combed them slowly and gently.

The tiny drops of water fell along the girl's swan-like neck into the depression of her collarbone. Farnes poked it with his fingers through the towel.

Nanting tried to control his body as much as possible, and did not cause unnecessary tremors and chests because of the cold breathing that brushed the tip of his ears and the movements of wiping his hands through the towel.

But it's really comfortable.

Suddenly, I wanted to let the Dark God change his career to do beauty salons.

SPA is not impossible.

But Nanting only dared to think about it. Only after her hair was dried did her shoulders relax slightly.

The God of Darkness put his thin lips against her ear, and his voice was elegant and beautiful, like a bard's harp: "This is the first time I have rubbed human hair. If there is something wrong with doing..."

Nanting looked back, and his ear tip brushed across the god's lips: "Yes."

The Dark God was stunned and suddenly opened his lips and bit the tip of her ear, as if he was accusing him.

Nanting Yubai's ear tips immediately turned red, and she whispered: "I'm going to get into the palace today, so... I want to combed my hair, would you help me?"

The Dark God opened his mouth slightly and was about to agree. The silver-haired girl suddenly turned her head, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed his Adam's apple.

She was also wearing a bathrobe, and the fragrance of roses was mixed with the girl's cold body fragrance, which was rich and romantic, and grabbed his senses like a nightmare.

The god's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

Before Nanting's lips were removed, she immediately felt the bright red lips and the corners of her lips were gently raised.

The Dark God took a step back unsteadily, pressed her back into the chair, and stared at her condescendingly.

"Nanting," he spoke in silence, and the pronunciation of her name was also tangled out of thin air, "This is not right."

Nanting sat on the chair with her elbows on her back and her beautiful jaw with her wrist. The bathrobe outlined the lines of her waist and long legs, and a small piece of snow-white ankle was exposed.

Her feet were shaking gently on the edge of the chair: "Men, don't you want to help me?"

Dark God's lips opened slightly, but no sound was made. He silently unbuttoned the ribbon on his hair and said softly: "I can only tie my ponytail."

Nanting was not picky. She nodded, bent her eyes at Fanes, slid down slightly, and stuck the back of the chair, which was like lying on the chair.

The Dark God walked to the front of the chair, leaned forward slightly, and pressed one hand on the side armrest.

His knee accidentally swept across the girl's soft knees, and his long silky hair fell on her back.

The god's eyes were slightly red, and he raised her long silver hair with one hand, and cleverly and gracefully tied her ponytail.

"...Okay." Farnes whispered.

Nanting came to the mirror.

A beautiful silver-haired girl was reflected in the mirror. The moon-colored hair was tow behind her head, and a few strands of her cheeks were left to modify the lines. This hairstyle made her feel a little gentle and elegant out of thin air.

She nodded: "Mr. Cang, let's go and see the skeleton."

"You haven't eaten yet," said the Dark God.

"Humans are really troublesome." Nanting shrugged, quickly returned to the bathroom, and changed into a black outfit that was easy to move.

After that, she opened the door of the room and wanted to find something to eat in the kitchen.

I happened to meet Mercator.

The succubus boy changed into a brand new lace shirt, and the silver-white hair on his forehead half covered his eyes. When he saw her, the gloomy expression on his face suddenly became vivid.

"Master, I made you a sandwich!" He raised one arm and waved at her, his tail shaking happily behind him.

Nanting: "Thank you, thank you?"

She followed Mercator to a hidden kitchen. The succubus pavilion was embroidered with lace-edged tablecloths, holding her arms with both hands to make her sit down, and a silver dining plate was hooked on her tail.

Nanting raised his hand and touched Mercator's head.

The devil's silver-white hair felt fluffy, and she tweaked his bangs, which reduced the messiness.

The crystal-like eyes of the succubus pink bent gently: "Thank you, master."

Nanting felt a little uncomfortable and discussed with him: "Why don't you call me that?"

The succubus' eyes suddenly widened, and a small circle of dark whites appeared around his beautiful pupils. He stretched out his hand a little dejectedly and grabbed the corner of Nanting's clothes almost begging.

"Master, I, I can do laundry, cook, and do housework. If you need a soldier, I am willing to fight for you until I die..." Tears filled the boy's eyes. He was already crying, but he tried his best to endure it. His slender shoulders could not stop trembling, "I just ask you... don't want me, don't want me, okay?"

Nanting opened his mouth: "You don't need to do this..."

"Please take me in..." Mercator covered Baili's red cheeks, "Otherwise, I will be..." but she was sobbing that she couldn't speak.

Although the succubus didn't say it, Nanting had already made up his mind. She held Mercator's hand and looked straight into his slightly red eyes: "Since we have signed a contract, I will never abandon you."

The succubus boy's eyes, which were filled with water, became pure and clear again. He bowed deeply to her: "Thank you, Master!"

Nanting quickly helped Mercator stand straight: "I will go out to deal with things later. Do you want to leave here with me?"

The succubus nodded seriously, and the snow-colored hair danced lightly.

*

A team of paladins patrolling the streets of the royal city.

Today is the day of the "Golden Iris Festival". Before dawn, the knights were ready.
To be continued...