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

I've forgotten how a person falls asleep.

Counting sheep?

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then sighed and murmured—

"I really want to sleep under big wings..."

Raphael's wife, I miss you.

Of course, I also miss Lucifer's wife, Dongyi's wife, my sister's wife, the president's wife, Afu's wife, Gu Qing's wife, and my aunt.

Not daring to forget anyone, Chen Ming's forehead was slightly sweaty as he thought of everyone, feeling a bit like he was giving a bedtime prayer.

Thinking about everyone's situation, a smile slowly returned to my face, and I felt at peace. I gradually fell asleep.

He didn't notice that his door wasn't closed properly.

……

……

Why is this happening?

Gabriel stared blankly at the doorway, watching Mr. Chen Ming leave, feeling more disappointed than relieved...

"Ugh... what am I thinking...?"

Gabriel burrowed into the blankets, rolling around in them, his large wings flapping a few times and shedding some feathers.

His face showed a mixture of shame and guilt.

Finally, he lay motionless on the bed, completely still.

Angels don't need to sleep, and of course they can sleep if they want to. But in this situation, every time she closes her eyes, all she sees is Mr. Chen Ming, and thinking of the gentle look in his eyes when he looked down at her, she slowly becomes overwhelmed with emotion.

"Well……"

The softness of her plump thighs rubbing against each other, gently squeezing them, felt wonderful.

Biting her fingers in bed.

Gabriel, Gabriel, how could you be so depraved!

She felt tormented by her conscience, but in the end she still didn't tell Mr. Chen Ming those things. Instead, she became increasingly disrespectful to his ideas.

"No, no, we must compensate Mr. Chen Ming in some way..."

Gabriel remembered the other party's previous request: she wanted her feather. "Then let's get started now," he thought. "If I don't do something, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

She lifted the blanket and picked up the few feathers that had just fallen... She felt that she had been losing more feathers since meeting Mr. Chen Ming.

Perhaps it's because of worries.

Programmers lose their hair, angels lose their feathers.

It may be related to stress.

She knelt and moved to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took out neatly arranged, beautiful feathers, all of which were her own collection.

She excitedly put it in a silk bag, ran barefoot outside, making very little noise, and arrived at his door.

I hesitated slightly when I reached out to touch the handle.

It seems there's something wrong with the timing. What's a king, suspected of being a husband-obsessed ruler, doing in someone else's husband's room so late at night?

Her hand twitched slightly, a hint of guilt in her voice. Looking at the bag of feathers in her hand, she remembered Wendy's words from earlier that day—that it was a token of their love…

"No, no, that's not true!"

Gabriel blushed and whispered, but there was no one around, and no one saw her shy rebuttal. Even if someone had seen her, her expression would have seemed more like tsundere.

Her bare, fair toes lifted up slightly, seemingly at a loss, and rubbed against her other toe.

Gabriel's initial excitement turned into hesitation and indecision when he arrived at Chen Ming's door. He then slowly shrank back, and as a king, he actually retreated.

She defended herself in a low voice—

"Although, although that's not the case... but Mr. Chen Ming might already be asleep, and it wouldn't be good to disturb him now..."

If Wendy saw her king like this, she would definitely say, "You're afraid of your husband like you're afraid of a tiger," and it's foreseeable that he'll be under her thumb from now on.

Gabrielle wanted to leave, but suddenly the door opened gently, startling her. Just as she was about to hurriedly explain to the person inside why she was there, Chen Ming did not come out.

"Hey?"

Gabriel paused, then cautiously peeked through the crack in the door and saw a person lying on the bed, motionless.

It seems Mr. Chen Ming didn't close the door properly. He's quite careless. You can't be so careless when you're out and about. What if he gets targeted by suspicious people?

Gabriel stared suspiciously inside, shrinking back, half out of fear and half out of curiosity.

Chen Ming had no idea that someone was spying on him outside the door, and that it was a beautiful woman doing such a sneaky thing.

He covered himself with the blanket and murmured softly—

"I really want to sleep under big wings..."

"!"

Although he was talking to himself very quietly, Gabriel still heard him. She turned around blankly and tugged at her large wings...

Her cheeks were flushed.

Chapter 725 The King's Daughter's Night Raid

Gabriel didn't know why, but after hearing Mr. Chen Ming's words, he couldn't leave. Instead, he hid by the door, staring intently at Chen Ming on the bed with his ocean-like eyes.

It neither made a sound nor moved.

Thinking to myself, if this is Mr. Chen Ming's wish... indeed, he did say he wanted to collect her feathers to make a quilt...

Gabriel pulled her soft wings over her head, slightly concealing her shy expression. If it was something Mr. Chen Ming wanted, and she felt a little guilty anyway, it could be a form of compensation…

But, it also seems a bit like using the guise of compensation to approach Chen Ming with his beauty? (Beauty refers to Chen Ming)

Gabriel hesitated, because she couldn't firmly say that she hadn't had a single impure thought; she had just been thinking... thinking about having Mr. Chen Ming...

"what."

Gabriel shook his head again, his dark golden hair flowing messily down his cheeks.

While she was struggling with her inner turmoil, Chen Ming had already fallen asleep, his breathing even and steady. She heard this and her delicate ears twitched.

She slowly pushed the door open a little bit more, revealing half of her face and deep cleavage. Looking at Chen Ming on the bed, she hesitated for a moment, then, suppressing her excitement, whispered—

"Mr. Chen Ming? Are you asleep? I... I've come to bring you feathers, as I promised you..."

The voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz; it seemed they hadn't intended to wake him in the first place, and were even afraid he might actually answer if he wasn't asleep, so they made up an excuse of bringing him a feather.

Actually, sending the feather was indeed the initial idea, but now, as Gabriel looked at Chen Ming lying motionless on the bed, he nervously pursed his lips, feeling that sending the feather had become an excuse to do something else.

Of course, I won't do anything!

Gabriel protested inwardly, but his gaze never left him. Instead, he slowly pushed the door open.

I dare not open it completely.

She could easily slip past by turning sideways. She turned sideways, her hand gently pressing against her soft, full breasts, and slowly, slowly... she slipped in like a thief.

Like a womanizer.

In the dead of night, the great angel king sneaked into the room of a married man. If others found out, they couldn't help but have all sorts of wild thoughts.

Even if you did nothing, you're already implicated. Who would believe you if you said you didn't do anything?

She didn't know what was wrong with her; her fair and delicate toes were lightly tiptoeing. Her plump and soft legs were the pride of the king, but now they were being used for lewd acts.

Instead, it created a strange sense of contrast.

Barefoot, Gabriel stopped by the bedside, staring intently at his sleeping face. For some reason, he felt a sudden thirst in his mouth and subconsciously swallowed.

"Mr. Chen Ming..."

Her voice was so soft it couldn't be quieter; she called his name again in a stealth voice. Although Chen Ming had cultivated, he was still far from being able to face an existence of the Angel King's level.

Gabriel deliberately concealed his presence, allowing him to do many things without waking him.

Even so... it's not something you can't try...

Looking at that gentle face, even in heaven he still thought of his wife at home—what a good husband he was…

grunt.

Gabriel swallowed again, feeling that the sound was even louder than when she called his name before, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth, afraid that this uncontrollable sound would wake him up.

Thump! Thump!

Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest, making her face turn red. She felt suffocated, as if she couldn't breathe. The violent beating made her feel like she might be exposed at any moment because of the sound of her heartbeat.

but.

Chen Ming's even breathing gradually reassured her, and then she became bolder.

His gaze wavered slightly as he gently placed a bag of feathers beside him, making an excuse—

"I'll leave the things I promised Mr. Chen Ming here for now..."

She thought to herself, "I came in to deliver something to Mr. Chen Ming. That's right, I didn't have any ill intentions."

So while escaping is shameful, it can be very useful if you're shameless.

"Mr. Chen Ming? Mr. Chen Ming, did you hear that?"

She slowly bent down, her supple body revealing a pair of fair and beautiful legs. As she bent down, a delicate and beautiful, elegant and otherworldly feeling emerged, which even the white military uniform dress could not conceal.

As she leaned closer to him, a faint fragrance emanated from her beautiful face, pure and holy.

Unfortunately, Chen Ming's eyes are closed now.

Her gaze slowly drifted to his face, becoming somewhat hazy, as she gently placed her hand beside him. She was so close she could feel his breath, and his scent stirred up memories of happiness within her.

Saliva is secreted in the mouth.

It seems like all sorts of different feelings are mixed together.

grunt.