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

Chapter 314 The Favor of the Big-Breasted Angel

You're being ridiculous.

Chen Ming smiled and ruffled Dong Yi's hair, wondering what was going on in her little head.

Although Chen Ming often thought she was stupid, he also thought that silly girls were cute and that being silly was adorable, so he kept the basin.

To be honest, the cat in our house is so small that even Lucifer can't see it clearly. We don't know if all our arrangements will be useful. Using a basin... are we trying to catch sparrows here?

Dongyi glanced at him, then slowly looked away. Actually, everyone had come up with a solution, and it wouldn't be right for them not to do it themselves, so that's how it ended up.

Chen Ming shook his head. Actually, he was a little hesitant about treating the white cat this way. What if he angered it?

If I get tired of it, leaving seems like a bad idea.

However, the landlady is involved again. Although Lucifer said that the white cat probably didn't mean any harm, they would have to find out the truth eventually.

Let's not delay any longer; we can't let our indecisiveness ruin things.

He is also self-aware of his own personality, although he is very decisive in key matters, such as deciding to save someone on the spot.

However, when it comes to things that can be postponed, his procrastination problem is fully exposed.

Homework won't be done until the last night, lab reports won't be started until the last day, and wiping out the enemy team before pushing the tower, etc...

As someone so close to the white cat, he was naturally aware of something, but perhaps subconsciously he didn't want to expose it, feeling that such peaceful days were good enough.

It was his cat. Although he was rarely seen and only appeared when he wanted to, that was enough. He had never had a cat in his life that was so willing to get close to Chen Ming.

Therefore, Chen Ming naturally cherishes it very much.

Every day I eagerly await my cat's return home, wanting to pet his paws, rub his paw pads, and admire his pointed ears and smooth little belly...

He stroked its entire body, and it was fun to touch every part of it.

Well, it's a bit of a shame that the white cat seems to be a female cat and doesn't have fluffy testicles. That's a real pity.

If so...

Chen Ming actually wanted to play a tune...

Just kidding, he's not some kind of devil.

Chen Ming grinned and took out a small collar with a tiny bell hanging from it from his pocket. "If we catch it today, we'll try putting a bell on it."

It always comes and goes without a trace and makes no sound. Putting a bell on it would let people hear that it is nearby.

Chen Ming sat down on the floor, feeling a heavy pressure... not because he was thinking about the upcoming battle, but because...

He twitched his lips, stiffly turned his head, and looked at Miss Angel... but he didn't actually see her; his vision was blocked by the enormous softness.

The angel had actually been holding him ever since he entered the room. Whether he was walking or sitting down, her amazingly voluptuous body enveloped him.

Warm and pleasant.

He sat on the ground, and she knelt behind him, gently embracing him, her hands encircling his shoulders and pressing against his body, making him feel immense pressure...

"Hmph hmph hmph... Master..."

She seemed very happy, her rosy lips humming softly in a pleasant tone, like a delicate orchid in a secluded valley. Occasionally, she would interject with a word of address, calling out to him.

A deep sense of longing and dependence is evident in Miss Angel.

For Chen Ming, it was certainly good that Miss Angel could stay by his side. However, he also had some doubts. If what Lucifer said was true, he couldn't possibly distort Miss Angel's mind.

So why is Miss Angel so attached to him now? Of course, he took good care of her before, but this sense of dependence just doesn't feel right.

why……

Perhaps it's because in his mind, angels should be more serious, more rigid, and after waking up, they should politely thank him and then leave.

Then she might feel ashamed and indignant because of her bedwetting, blushing and threatening him not to talk about it, and then he'll have a handle on her, so she'll reluctantly maintain contact...

He actually had such a plan, although it was a bit despicable, but he was really reluctant to give it up. Anyway, he was just that kind of selfish man, so he would just follow his heart completely.

Now things are much better. Miss Angel has no intention of leaving at all. As if fulfilling his wish, she stayed, making him feel somewhat unreal.

The children's nutrition will be guaranteed from now on...

My nutrition is now guaranteed...

Chen Ming was being squeezed by the huge, soft object, and his mind became somewhat muddled, with random thoughts running through his head.

He thought for a moment and then spoke up—

“Um, Raphael…”

"Hmm? What's wrong, Master?"

Raphael stopped his melodious humming and lowered his head to see Chen Ming. He could only press down the large, white obstacle with his hand so that his purple eyes could meet Chen Ming's gaze. When he saw Chen Ming's face, his work of art-like features revealed a stunning smile.

She is truly a person who is like a dream.

Chen Ming reached out and gently stroked her face. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling his touch.

He solemnly reminded—

"Aren't we too close?"

What he said was incredibly hypocritical. He was touching someone else's face and playing with their golden hair, and now he's hypocritically saying it's too close.

Miss Angel smiled and shook her head, then said what would allow her shameless master to approach her legitimately—

"May I get closer?"

"can."

After Raphael said that, Chen Ming could enjoy himself openly. You see, this isn't me being a pervert; it was her own initiative.

It's shameless of them to insist on conveying such a meaning.

He chuckled to himself, nuzzled his head against Raphael's body, and then asked with some curiosity—

"Has Raphael met Lucifer before?"

"Hmm...no, but I've heard of it."

So you really haven't seen it before? I thought Lucifer was just bluffing me.

Lucifer overheard their conversation, squinted at them, and smiled as he said—

"What? Don't you believe me?"

"No, no..."

"You can sleep on the floor tonight."

"Wife, I was wrong."

Wait a minute, haven't I always slept on the floor? So what am I afraid of? Chen Ming discovered the blind spot.

Lying in Miss Angel's arms, his head slid down to rest on her plump thighs, firm and elastic, more comfortable than any other pillow—his own angel lap pillow…

With Miss Angel around, even sleeping on the floor would be comfortable. He could rest his head on her lap, have her gently stroke his head, and have her holy wings covering his body.

It's incredibly beautiful.

Lucifer checked the time and said—

"I'll take a shower first. Maybe if I stay here, the cat won't come back."

After all, she had tried to capture it before, and it might have scared it.

Chen Ming glanced at her, wanting to help his wife wash her hair or something, but Miss Angel was holding him in her arms, feeling lazy and unwilling to move.

Chapter 315 I was right first...

Incredibly, while in Miss Angel's arms, his mental and physical strength were quickly restored. Immersed in this healing experience, Chen Ming comfortably closed his eyes.

This feeling of being healed seems to be becoming increasingly addictive; I crave more and more, wanting to take everything from Miss Angel…

Can healing be addictive?

That would be truly remarkable.

Chen Ming tried to struggle a bit and said—

Are you tired of holding me all this time?

If you're tired, let go of me and rest for a bit. Chen Ming, a grown man, is quite heavy. Lying in a girl's arms, his weight is not easy for an average girl.

But there weren't many ordinary girls in the family, Miss Angel smiled and shook her head, saying—

"I'm not tired at all. On the contrary, I feel very relaxed holding my owner, and I want to stay like this forever..."

Chen Ming was out all day, and when he came back, he was cooking. Miss Angel didn't come with him. Her body longed for his presence, and her spirit craved it as well.

Only when I'm with him can this anxious feeling slowly subside, almost like a mental taboo reaction. Nothing is more important than him.

Chen Ming was at a loss. The angel's clinginess increased the longer he was away. She should be a mentally strong angel, but she would become very restless and anxious as soon as she was away from him.

If I don't see Chen Ming for a long time, who knows what might happen...

He thought about it and felt that he might become a bit yandere, yelling "Master, where are you?" and then pulling out his flaming sword and going berserk or something...

I don't think so, haha.

He smiled.

She's a loving angel, after all; she shouldn't become so violent.

He gently tapped the halo floating above his head with his finger and asked curiously—

What is this?

"This...is my power..."

It represents the identity of an angel, and is also a symbol, something quite important.

But nothing is more important than his master. Placing him above his head means he will receive her full protection. Theoretically, as long as Raphael doesn't die, he won't suffer any harm.

Chen Ming looked curiously at the mysterious patterns on the halo, feeling something was off. Some gentle power seemed to seep into his limbs and bones, merging with him.

Raphael's power was constantly resonating with him.