Ranbai was afraid that he would fall down with such an action, so he stretched out one hand to protect him and whispered: "Look at me, don't look at anything else."

001 You will hear it clearly now. Even if Ran Bai doesn't say it, he will keep staring at Ran Bai to prevent the host from doing anything that does not match her good people's remarks. However, when the doctor spoke, the cold breath sprayed on his wings, causing the feathers to tremble sensitively. The angel shrank and retreated a little, and nodded gently.

Ranbai didn't go to see the angel's reaction, and his fingers hooked his pocket watch and hung down.

"clatter."

Until the end of hypnosis.

During the whole process, the angel really stared at Ranbai without even blinking his eyes. Under such gaze, Ranbai's face was hypnotized without changing its color.

"You look at me a little nervous." After the hypnosis ended, Wu Wei re-entered his coma. Ranbai put his pocket watch on the pocket of the white coat, and reflected the black pen next to him, and said to the angel: "I almost don't want to hypnotize anymore."

"You are very stable." The angel was confused.

"I'm very confused inside." Ranbai learned the tone of the angel's speech, held the angel in his palm, lowered his eyes to him, his eyes were unclear.

"Ah?" The angel sat obediently on Ranbai's palm, and a pair of beautiful and holy wings quietly gathered behind him. He looked up at Ranbai, and could see the doctor's clean jaw curve and elegant golden silk glasses, "Then what are you thinking?"

"I want..." Ranbai narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to answer the angel's question. He looked at the child with silver hair and silver eyes on his palm, "Do something else besides hypnosis."

001 was curious: "What?"

"You turned into a human form, I'll tell you." Ranbai lured.

"Can't you say it first?" the angel frowned slightly.

"Can't."

"Oh well."

He sighed softly.

After returning to the huge and cold office with Ranbai, he jumped down and gradually turned into an adult form in Ranbai's eyes.

When the angel woke up, it was in his childhood form. This was the first time he had agreed to turn into a human form in front of Ranbai.

The boy looked clear and slender, like a person made of ice and snow, crystal clear. He was wearing a retro fur coat, with pure and beautiful silver-white hair. The pair of fair elf ears were hidden among the broken hair, shyly filled with a faint crimson blush, which made the cold jade skin look a little more beautiful. Even his long eyelashes were also ice silver, his pupils were clean and clear, and he was quietly watching the dye white.

There are only two of them in the huge and empty office. The night outside the floor-to-ceiling window is bustling and the moonlight is quiet.

The light in the psychological clinic is dim, and the young man's outline is cold and delicate, like a sculpture of an angel dedicated to the church, always peaceful and compassionate.

The angel bent his slender and beautiful lips and showed a soft smile to the dyed white.

——That is completely different from the demon, another thrilling beauty.

Ranbai slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at him tepidly. The eyes under the golden silk lenses were inexplicably dim, the white coat was elegant and abstinent, a few steps away from the angel.

"No, isn't it good-looking?" The angel was a little nervous when he was looking at that gaze. The elf curled up shyly, and the earlobes were white and small. He subconsciously tilted his head, exhaled a light breath, and asked nervously.

He had no idea about appearance, and he had never seen his adult form. The other party's long-term quietness made him think too easily.

Ranbai didn't say anything.

"I'd better change back." The angel whispered indifferently.

"Don't change." Ranbai suddenly smiled, his tone of voice: "I haven't seen enough yet."

The boy was stunned for a moment, looking at her with a confused expression. Perhaps no one could resist such a look of relying on trust. In the dim and quiet atmosphere, the hazy light and shadow fell on the angel, giving a slim and pure sense of seduction. The skin was so cold that it was almost transparent. The lips under the bridge of the nose were red and red, cold and seductive.

"Don't you understand what I mean?" Ranbai walked step by step, calm and noble. The boy was still standing there. When Ranbai approached, he didn't know how to retreat. He was innocent and confused, until the psychologist supported him with one hand and pressed the angel against the desk.

The boy's waist hit the edge of the black desk, and the color contrasted with the bewilderment. His side waist was beautifully curved. His eyelashes trembled several times, looking at her blankly.

"I mean..." Ranbai looked at the angel's expression and found it very interesting. She said with a tone: "My small system is so beautiful, I'm stunned."

Even if the angel was confused, he understood what Ran Bai said. His earlobe was faintly red, and he lowered his eyes uneasyly, and hesitated: "Yes, can you get up... speak?"

He thought this posture was so weird, but he couldn't say it.

"No." Ranbai smiled and refused him.

The boy was stunned, pitiful.

"Where is the wings?" Ranbai ignored the angel's grievance, pushed the frame gently and asked in a low voice.

"Do you want to see?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Ranbai smiled, very elegant, pressing the person on the cold black desk, leaning forward, and trying to stop and want to say, "Do you give it?"

It was difficult for the angel to refuse Ranbai's request, so hesitated for a moment and slowly spread the wings behind him.

The grand snow-white wings grew out of the bones, shrouded in a holy halo, like the gentle and cold moonlight. Each feather was incredibly soft and shy, shining with a crystal clear light, setting off the young man's slender and clear. He gently bent his wings and circled the person in front of him with his wings, quiet and shy.

"Very pretty." Ranbai said dumbly.

The angel's eyebrows and eyes bent, revealing a soft smile.

The wings surrounded the angels and doctors, and swelled gently in the huge and dim office. The silver light flowed in the flow of pure and holy, and the clean and cold fragrance lingered.

Ranbai sighed softly, and she stroked her fingers gently across the angel's feathers and pressed his upper body on the desk. The pure black and solemn color set off the boy's cold white slender bones, with a kind of slender and fragile temptation. The huge snow-white wings covered the desk, and the feather tips fell softly.

The boy looked at her ignorantly.

The eyes behind the glasses with thin gold wire and thin frames were deep and dark, restraining and suppressing something. The doctor leaned over gracefully, and the black pen in the pocket of the white coat pressed on the boy's body. The chain of the pocket watch fell down, and the cold temperature pressed against the boy's collarbone's skin, which made him tremble in discomfort. The angel's lips twitched. Just as he was about to say something, the person on his body pinched his chin in his sight and blocked what he was about to ask.
Chapter completed!