After the Archangel’s Pregnancy

Aware of Raphael's anxiety, Michael kindly calmed down and said, "Well, it's not a big deal. Father God won't mind."

It's a pity that such an explanation seems to be completely useless to Raphael. He was already immersed in imagination and shivered.

When Michael saw this, he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned around and returned to his room, quietly waiting for Lucifer's arrival.

As time passed, the sun rose high, but Lucifer never appeared.

Michael couldn't help but feel a trace of anxiety in his heart, and all kinds of speculations flashed in his mind. This feeling was very strange and made him particularly uncomfortable.

Just as Michael was upset, there was a slight magic wave around him. The pitch-black wings blocked his vision, and his body was enveloped by a familiar breath.

"Why did you come?" The dissatisfied complaint came out easily.

"Why, miss me?" The deep, mellow voice was mixed with a hint of imperceptible pleasure.

After the words blurted out, Michael realized what he had just said. It's just that the words have been spoken, and I can't take it back when I regret it.

He didn't know how to deal with such a scene, and finally chose to be silent.

When the atmosphere calmed down, he realized that he was being held in Lucifer's arms at the moment, and his nose was filled with a faint cold fragrance.

"Let go of me." Michael embarrassed.

Lucifer, who hugged him from behind, just saw Michael's white jade earlobe dyed with a thin red, which made him extremely happy.

The dark wings began to gather, and the holy angels wrapped them in, black and white intertwined, the hot breath began to surge, and several whimpers came from the gaps.

When the black winged **** unfolded, the archangel with messy clothes and misty eyes was completely limp in Lucifer's arms.

The dark eyes looked at the red lips that were moisturized by him, and Lucifer couldn't help lowering his head and kissed it again. It wasn't until Michael was almost unable to breathe that Lucifer finally let him go.

Seeing Michael, who was moved by herself, Lucifer was particularly happy. Although he is concerned about the child's reasons, he can't do anything with real swords, but it is already very happy to be able to touch his skin so intimately.

After the body's lingering rhyme completely subsided, the tiredness surged up, Michael couldn't help but yawned, and fell into a deep sleep with his head resting on Lucifer's lap.

The unsuspecting sleeping face and the pink mark left on the white jade skin made Lucifer's eyes darker and his breath began to become hot.

Lucifer couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. After all, he overestimated his concentration. If he came again a few times, he was afraid that he would be desperate and choose to eat Michael completely.

After calming down, he first used cleaning magic for Michael and himself, then put down the bed curtains and fell asleep with Michael in his arms.

Raphael on the first floor naturally noticed Lucifer's breath. Putting down the things in his hands, he couldn't help but raised his head to look at the ceiling and said anxiously: "Ah, I forgot to remind them to be more restrained."

Taking into account the combat effectiveness of the two, Raphael was shamelessly counseled, and he muttered in a low voice: "Should... you don't need my reminder?"

At this time, Michael fell asleep very heavily. When he woke up, it was late at night. With the cover of the bed curtain, it was completely dark in front of him.

His body was firmly imprisoned, and when he tried to break free, something seemed to be against him between his legs, making him particularly uncomfortable.

"Don't move, if you continue to move around, I can't guarantee what will happen next." A low, dull voice came from above.

Michael's dizzy brain immediately awoke, and he immediately understood his current situation. His cheeks were stained red, and Michael couldn't help but be grateful that the light was dim now, and Lucifer shouldn't be able to see his gaffe.

For Michael's ostrich mentality, Lucifer chose to indulge. In his opinion, this kind of Michael also has some fun.

After calming down, Michael didn't bother to say anything. He could understand it, Lucifer this guy simply ignored what he said.

What's more, if the two of them really fight, they can't fight according to his current state, and it will attract the attention of the temple and cause unnecessary trouble.

Lucifer saw that Michael was not angry, and realized that Michael had compromised this time. The corners of Lucifer's lips raised slightly, and her mood was getting better and better.

Michael in his arms sensed his joy, frowned in doubt, and his eyes were filled with puzzlement.