Chapter 3835

In such a move, ran Bai was afraid that he would fall. He stretched out a hand to protect him and whispered, "look at me, don't look at others."

001 this will be heard clearly. Even if ranbai doesn't say it, he will always stare at ranbai to prevent the host from doing anything that doesn't accord with her good man's speech. Only when the doctor spoke, the cold breath sprayed on the wings, which made the feather tremble sensitively. The messenger shrank back a little and nodded gently.

Dye Bai didn't see the angel's reaction and hung her finger on her pocket watch.

"Da."

Until hypnosis is over.

In the whole process, the angel really stared at dye white without even blinking. Under such eyes, dye White did not change its color for hypnosis.

"You see, I'm a little nervous." after hypnosis, Wu Wei went into a coma again. Dye Bai pinned his pocket watch on the pocket of his white coat against the black pen pinned next to him and said to the angel, "I almost don't want to hypnotize."

"You are very stable." the angel was ignorant.

"The heart is very chaotic." ranbai learns the tone of the angel, holds the angel in the palm of his hand, and looks at him with his eyes. The light of his eyes is unknown.

"Ah?" the angel sat obediently on the palm of dyed white, and a pair of beautiful and holy wings quietly folded behind him. He looked up at dyed white and could see the doctor's clean jaw arc and elegant gold wire glasses. "What are you thinking?"

"Think..." ran Bai narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment. She seemed to be considering how to answer the angel's question. Looking at the child with silver hair and silver eyes on her palm, "do something else besides hypnosis."

001 was aroused curiosity: "what?"

"You turned into a human, I'll tell you." dyed white coaxed.

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

"No."

"All right."

He sighed softly.

After he and ranbai returned to the big and cold office, he jumped down and gradually turned into an adult form in ranbai's eyes.

When the angel woke up, he was in his childhood form. This was the first time he promised to turn into human form before dyeing white face.

The youth looks clear and slender, like a person made of ice and snow, crystal clear. A feather suit is retro, and the color of silver white broken hair is pure and beautiful. The pair of white elf ears are hidden in the broken hair. They are shy and dense with a light crimson, and their skin color is a little more beautiful against the cold jade. The company's long eyelashes are also ice silver, and their pupils are clean and clear, quietly watching the dyed white.

There were only two of them in such an empty office. The night outside the window was bustling and the moonlight was quiet.

In the psychological clinic, the light is dim, the outline of the youth is cold and exquisite, just like the angel sculpture dedicated in the church, which is always broad and compassionate.

The angel bent her thin and beautiful lips and smiled softly at dyed white.

——It's a different kind of soul stirring beauty from the devil.

Dyed white narrowed her eyes slowly and looked at him lukewarm. The eyes under the gold lens were inexplicably dark. The white coat was elegant and abstinent, a few steps away from the angel.

"No, not good-looking?" the angel was a little uneasy by such eyes. The ELF's ears curled up shyly and his earlobes were white and small. He subconsciously tilted his head, breathed out a breath and asked nervously.

He has no concept of appearance, and he has never seen his adult form. It's easy for him to think about it when the other party is quiet for a long time.

Ranbai didn't speak.

"I'd better change back," the angel whispered uneasily.

"Don't change." ran Bai suddenly smiled and said softly, "I haven't seen enough."

The young man was stunned for a moment and looked at her with an ignorant expression. Maybe no one can resist the eyes that completely depend on trust. In the dark and quiet atmosphere, the hazy light and shadow fell on the angel, with a thin and pure sense of bewitchment. The skin was cold and white to almost transparent, and the lips under the tall bridge of the nose were not red, light, cold and attractive.

"Don't you understand what I mean?" ran Bai approached step by step, calm and reserved. The boy still stood in place. When ran Bai approached, he didn't know to step back. He was naive and confused until the psychologist supported him with one hand and pressed the angel in front of the desk.

The young man's back waist bumped into the edge of the black desk, which was bewitched by the color. The radian of his side waist was beautiful. His eyelashes trembled for several times and looked at her blankly.

"I mean..." ran Bai looked at the angel's expression and thought it was very interesting. She said with a tone: "my small system is so beautiful that I was stunned."

Even if the angel was at a loss, he understood the meaning of dye's vernacular. His earlobes were thick and thin red. He hung his eyes uneasily and hesitated: "can you get up... Talk?"

He thought the posture was so strange that he couldn't say it again.

"No." ranbai refuses him with a smile.

The boy was stunned and pitiful.

"Where are the wings?" ranbai ignores the grievances of the angel, politely pushes down the mirror frame and asks in a low voice.

"Do you want to see it?" he whispered.

"HMM." ran Bai smiled, very elegant, pressed people on the cold black desk, leaned forward, forbidden and lustful: "do you want to give it?"

It was difficult for the angel to refuse the request of dyeing white. He only hesitated for a moment and slowly spread his wings behind him.

The grand snow-white wings grew out of the bones, shrouded in a holy halo, like a gentle and cold moonlight. Each feather was soft and incredible, suffused with crystal clear light, lined with the slender and clear youth. He gently bent his wings and surrounded the people in front of him with his wings, quiet and shy.

"Very beautiful," ran Bai said in a low voice.

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

The wings are surrounded by angels and doctors, gently fanning in such a large and dark office. The silver light is pure and holy, haunting with clean and cold fragrance.

Dyed white sighed low. Her fingers stroked the angel's feathers and pressed his upper body on the desk. The pure black and solemn color set off the young man's cold white and thin bones. There was a kind of slender and fragile attraction. The huge snow-white wings covered the desk, and the feather tips fell soft.

The boy looked at her stupidly.

The eyes behind the gold wire thin frame glasses were deep and dark, restraining what to suppress. The doctor leaned down gracefully, and the black pen pinned in the pocket of the white coat butted against the young man. A part of the pocket watch chain fell, and the cold temperature was close to the young man's clavicle skin, which made him shiver unaccustomed. The angel's lips moved back and forth. Just wanted to say something, but the man on his body grabbed his chin in his sight, Blocked what he was about to ask.

The doctor's cold and pale thin lips pressed on his lips, and all the voices turned into fuzzy sobs. The angel slowly opened his eyes. The pair of silver white clean pupils shook because of consternation. The slightly open lips and teeth were invaded smoothly, and the breath was entangled together.