Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Lucifer lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. He actually quite liked these expressions of fascination with her; she was being loved so passionately…

……

As soon as Lucifer left, Chen Ming recovered from his bewitched state and realized that he couldn't stay calm while his wife was by his side.

His wife is so beautiful, so cute, I love her so much.

He was still grinning foolishly, but when he looked at the angel on the bed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

From his perspective, it was entirely because this angel who inexplicably fell out of the door that disturbed his tender moment with Lucifer.

If it weren't for this angel, he would have simply closed the shop and spent the whole day in his room being all lovey-dovey with Lucifer; he genuinely had that plan.

And they absolutely won't take any safety precautions, hoping Lucifer will get pregnant with their child. After all, he's an adult, has a job, and raising a child isn't anything strange.

Love Lucifer, raise a child, and live a harmonious family life... No, one child isn't enough, with the two-child policy now in effect, we should have at least two.

Otherwise, you could have a whole football team of kids; if you got pregnant every year, it would only last for a few decades...

……

Lucifer suddenly felt a chill and had a bad feeling. She tilted her head.

……

Chen Ming's fantasies were getting increasingly outrageous. He quickly stopped thinking about it; it was too early to be thinking about children. He needed to wake up this troublesome angel first.

Or should they secretly go out with Lucifer and find a place to be intimate?

Let's book a hotel room or something.

He pulled over a stool and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the angel lying above.

Honestly, this angel has an absolutely stunning figure; she's incredibly voluptuous. From her incredibly fleshy thighs to her ample bosom.

So big...

Honestly, it's bigger than my head, looks very heavy, and is quite soft; it's been deformed somewhat by the clothes.

She was wearing a white, military-style top, with only two buttons fastened to her lower abdomen. The front was open, revealing a white lining and a deep cleavage.

She wore a skirt, and a glimpse of her full, white breasts was visible between the skirt and her white stockings.

She was originally wearing white boots, but she took them off when she got into bed and placed them by the bedside. Now you can see her plump thighs outlined by white stockings.

A full figure is actually very difficult to define. It should be full in the right places, with no excess fat at all. Every bit of it should be in the right places to look full and beautiful.

That's too harsh.

Just having a pair of breasts is already very demanding.

Is she truly an angel? To possess such a beautiful figure and be so captivating.

But is this an angel? Such a body is so alluring, it can arouse anyone's desire and longing for the flesh.

Imagine being tightly enveloped by her fullness, as if your bones are being eroded... It's more terrifying than a demon, a devilish figure.

He rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the angel's figure as if simply looking at it was like appreciating a work of art, a truly wonderful experience.

"Dirty..."

I don't know if he was criticizing himself or talking about the angel's figure.

They looked at the angel's wings with some curiosity.

They were gathered up and spread out on the bed.

The pure white feathers seemed to emit a faint white light, and the texture was unlike any wings Chen Ming had ever seen... Well, the wings he had seen most often were those of chickens and ducks.

What makes angel wings different?

He blinked. Although he had held the angel on the bed and briefly felt her wings, he hadn't observed her closely.

I do have one of her feathers in my collection.

He thought it was pretty when it floated into his hands, so he kept it.

He's looking at the angel's wings now...

It's so big, it would definitely last a long time if we roasted it and ate it.

Just kidding.

Chen Ming smiled and muttered to himself—

"It shouldn't be a problem to touch the wings, right?"

Wings can't be something that can't be touched, right? So it shouldn't be considered indecent assault.

should.

He still wanted to touch it; after all, it was an angel! How many people have actually seen an angel? He felt he could brag about it for at least a year…

Let's forget about it. No outsiders would believe this if we told them.

If he told others that not only angels, but also demons and sword immortals in his home, people would probably wonder if he should go to a psychiatric ward.

So, does that mean he's actually incredibly lucky? He's seen all of those rare sights that so many people only get to see once, and now they're all staying at his house.

He scratched his cheek.

I've always had bad luck since I was a child, and I'm always unlucky. I never dare to play pay-to-win gacha games; I only buy items with clearly marked prices.

Is this the end of his luck? He's suddenly been given a Luciferian wife, a good-for-nothing, a dog, and a maid...

That's right, he's shamelessly acknowledged A-Fu, it seems he's being a bit greedy...

Chapter 117 Feeding Water to the Angel

Chen Ming hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched the angel's wings.

It seems that humans always have beautiful fantasies about angels, and now it seems that they are indeed beautiful, making him unable to resist touching them.

He gently stroked her wings. Was this a kind of blasphemy?

However, it felt really good to hold. I thought her long feathers would be a bit stiff, but they were actually quite soft. The whole big wing felt soft and warm to the touch.

He suddenly had a bold idea.

If you used these wings as a blanket, it would be more comfortable than any other blanket.

There's also a scent of sunshine.

It's not the smell of dust mites from sun-drying blankets, but a warm, refreshing feeling, like the morning sun, full of vitality.

Chen Ming thought about it for a moment. These wings might improve his sleep quality by several levels, but unfortunately, they seemed impossible to remove.

Even if you take it off, the dog will probably snatch it up and use it for barbecue, right?

Hmm? But it seems there might be a compromise...

He took out the feather he was carrying with him. He didn't remove the wings; he could collect the feathers and make a quilt from them.

Chen Ming's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, as if he had found the right path.

I wonder how often angels molt. If they molt seasonally like birds, that would be great. With such big wings, they must molt a lot. In a few years, they could probably have enough feathers for a quilt.

Thinking about it this way, my feelings towards this big-breasted angel changed from troublesome to somewhat anticipated.

If she wakes up soon, then leaving is fine.

If she doesn't wake up, I can keep her alive for now and wait for her to molt.

If it has less hair, it can still be used to make a pillow.

It sounds so appealing.

Chen Ming's eyes lit up as he looked at her. A pillow made of angel feathers, maybe it's a magical artifact? Just kidding.

You can't just slap a demon with a pillow and kill it, can you?

You have been killed by Chen Ming with a "pillow".

That sounds so lame.

He smiled and said—

"You'd better wake up soon, or I'm going to take advantage of you."

Hmm... Would plucking all the angel's feathers have any consequences? Chen Ming's mind was becoming increasingly dangerous, with blasphemous thoughts popping up one after another.

"Well……"

Whether it was sensing Chen Ming's mischievous intentions or not, the angel suddenly frowned and let out a soft groan.

Chen Ming blinked and said—

Are you awake?

There was no response.

It seems he hasn't woken up yet.

However, Chen Ming noticed that she seemed to be in some pain, and was sweating profusely.

Is it a bit hot?

He thought for a moment, then brought a fan from outside and blew it on her, which seemed to help a little.

He noticed that her lips were a little dry, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched them. Although they were very delicate, they were indeed a bit dry.

Should we give her some water?

Although Lucifer said she would recover on her own and didn't need to eat, drinking some water would make her feel better, right?

He sighed softly and said—

"It must be really uncomfortable, right?"

I checked her expression, brushed aside her dazzling golden hair, and touched her forehead; it didn't feel very hot.

Furthermore, the physical structure of angels is unknown to be different from that of humans, so methods used to confirm human health may not be effective for angels.

Is there any hope that she can pull through on her own?