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

She cautiously entered and asked—

"Gu Qing, you bought so much stuff?"

"Ok?"

Gu Qing stiffened slightly upon hearing the tailor's voice, and after a moment, she slowly turned her head. Her deep red eyes startled the tailor.

She asked in confusion—

"You're using your abilities? Have you discovered something?"

"..."

Gu Qing looked at the tailor.

The seamstress witch, is that it...?

The red eyes carefully observed the other person, and the tailor suddenly felt as if she was being seen through, as if the other person was using their ability to probe her.

The seamstress frowned slightly and asked—

"what happened?"

"...It's nothing, senior tailor."

Gu Qing smiled obediently at the tailor. This guy's a troublesome one; it's best not to mess with him… Gu Qing thought to herself.

She took the box from the sofa, handed it to the tailor, and said—

"Has the senior tailor eaten anything?"

The seamstress shook her head, took the box handed to her, and looked at the pizza inside, her dark gray hair slightly obscuring her expression.

Gu Qing was playing a game on her phone, having casually tossed the remote-controlled car aside. There was also a laptop on the table, and the tailor could see the discarded box beside it; it was probably newly purchased.

The ground was piled high with snacks, a clear sign of unrestrained spending, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun.

The tailor looked at her without saying a word.

Holding the supply pack that the association had given him, he went into the restroom.

She took off her inconvenient little leather shoes and set them aside. Then came the elaborate lace headdress and the decorative rings on her thighs. Her hair, now free of its restraints, hung down naturally.

She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, taking it off to reveal a simple white bra and white stockings underneath.

She gently sat on the stool beside her, lifted her shapely and soft legs, and ran her hand down her taut thighs to her white toes, taking off her socks, still warm from her body.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her figure. Compared to the average girl, she was less delicate and more sharp, with slightly more defined lines.

Having shed her girlish attire, she spends most of her time as a witch...

I've been through many battles myself...

She looked at the girl in the mirror, picked up her bag, took out a black leather jacket, and quickly put it on. Black boots covered her legs, and she stomped on the ground a few times, making a knocking sound.

This outfit is still the one she's most familiar with.

So what's next...?

Her eyes sharpened, and she took her thread bag out of her bag and hung it around her waist.

There was even a gun at the end?

She thought for a moment, put the earphones in her ears, and asked—

"Little Red".

"Yes, seamstress."

Xiao Hong is on call 24/7. Isn't that a bit tiring?

The tailor had intended to inquire further, but given the urgency of the situation, he refrained from further conversation and stated—

"Xiao Hong, what's this gun for?"

Guns have limited uses, unless it's a specially designed anti-materiel sniper cannon... those really shouldn't be called guns, they should be called cannons.

Xiao Hong said—

"This is a compressed electromagnetic cannon that can be used in conjunction with the Tailor Sister's abilities. It can store silk threads and fire sewing needles, and it has two firing modes."

"I see."

Xiao Hong has come up with another strange thing, but it sounds pretty good.

The tailor smiled and said—

"You should also take care to rest."

"Hey?"

Xiao Hong was a little confused.

The tailor ignored her, stuffed the needle and thread into the silver gun, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked out in his black boots.

Her expression was slightly cold as she walked, speaking to Gu Qing as she did so—

"Gu Qing, I have a question for you."

"Hmm? What's the problem, senior tailor..."

Gu Qing absentmindedly turned around... and saw a dark gun barrel.

She was speechless.

The tailor's deep gray-blue eyes were fixed on her, the muzzle of the gun pressed lightly against her forehead, his tone slightly cold—

"who are you?"

……

……

Splash splash splash...

The sea breeze dissipated the sweltering heat.

The weather in the South in October is very strange. It can be very cold for a day or two, but it is very hot most of the time. In November, it can sometimes be over 20 degrees Celsius at noon and over 10 degrees Celsius at night.

It seems the heat is always reluctant to leave, unwilling to fade away.

Chen Ming sat on the pristine white sand beach, watching the seabirds flying overhead, feeling completely liberated.

Who would have thought that just moments ago he was enduring his aunt's bullying at home, and now, in the blink of an eye, he was at the beach, comfortably nestled in Miss Angel's arms, enjoying the salty sea breeze.

It was the angel who flew him here. It wasn't very far from the sea, and the angel flew there very quickly.

And so you can enjoy it like this...

He looked up, his view blocked by a huge, soft object… He'd made a mistake; he should have bought Miss Angel a swimsuit first…

He imagined it briefly: Miss Angel wearing a revealing swimsuit that could barely contain her voluptuous figure, her upper body taut, revealing a stunning cleavage, while the ribbons of her lower body sank into her soft hips, accentuating her flesh...

This is just too much to handle...

He touched his nose and thought it over, but decided against it, otherwise he might really lose his temper.

He doesn't have that much self-control; just the thought of Miss Angel giving him a lap pillow is enough to make him itch with desire.

The angel's soft hand gently stroked his head. He said he wanted to elope, so he brought her here; it was more like a date, wasn't it?

The bright sunshine was warm and pleasant, and he said with a smile—

"Now that we've eloped, I'll raise you by digging for crabs."

Miss Angel found it somewhat amusing that her master was acting like a child, making promises to his girl, and even the content of those promises was rather strange.

That's only slightly better than saying something like "I'll steal your electric bike to support you."

But she still answered—

"Okay."

I agree with whatever you say.

As long as you're by my side, watching over me, nothing else matters.

Miss Angel reached out and pressed her hand against her chest, her purple eyes gazing at him affectionately, and he slowly fell asleep.

Here, it was just the two of them, no one else. She felt as if she possessed him completely, and she was very content.

If... they really did elope...

They lived together, caring about nothing else, their only existence revolving around each other...

“Master… Chen Ming…”

She gently stroked his cheek.

Reason told her that it was all just a joke on his part, and that it was a bit childish.

But then another voice spoke to her…

Why do you have to be so rational?

Let's assume he's telling the truth, that he wants to leave with you, and that he'll belong to you forever...

Chapter 337 Springtime on the Beach

He held hands with his girl, his angel, rolled up his trousers, and stepped into the azure sea. The white sand beach felt so comforting.

Raphael's bare, fleshy legs and feet were also exposed, with glistening water droplets clinging to his smooth skin. Water flowed through his beautiful soles, and fine sand slipped between his toes.

On the beach not far away, his and her shoes were placed side by side, Raphael's boots blown over by the sea breeze and pressed down on his cloth shoes.

Chen Ming looked at her legs and feet, which looked even more alluring against the backdrop of the seawater. Wasn't it a waste to always hide them in boots? They were so beautiful... but the boots also had a unique charm, and the feeling of them gently pressing against the soft flesh of her thighs was quite nice.

Raphael noticed his gaze, and, slightly embarrassed, rubbed his feet together slightly.

Beneath the white short skirt, a pair of legs needed no extra embellishment to firmly capture his gaze.

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"Raphael has never dug for crabs, has he?"

"Um...no."