When Shen Wanyao heard this, her mind went blank and she stopped suddenly.

After he realized it, his eyes were red, and he was extremely wronged. How could there be such a person, good or bad.

But Shen Wanyao couldn't show any strangeness, he could only rub his eyes, pretend nothing happened, and continue to accompany the God of Light, Purvi.

But Powell had no intention of leaving, he looked at Shen Wanyao with a smile:

"Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet."

Shen Wanyao said his name.

Povii: "Can I call you little holy son? It will be a bit unfamiliar to call you by name, after all, you are my only holy son."

Shen Wanyao was stunned.

He was inexplicably embarrassed to be called Little Saint Son.

After all, behind his back, he doesn't meet the conditions of a holy son. He is married, has tasted a man, and is a little succubus pretending to be an angel...

Shen Wanyao bit the bullet and agreed: "Okay."

He couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty the God of Light, when will you leave?"

He hoped that Powii would leave sooner, so that he would not have to be afraid of the dark god making him embarrassing in front of the other party.

Even if the Dark God behind him has not acted out of line yet, he is just playing with his braids.

Povii smiled: "Little Son, this is the first time we have met, I want to chat with you more."

When he smiles, his blue eyes will glow, and there are very shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth, like a gentle big brother next door.

Shen Wanyao was even more embarrassed to chase away the guests.

The system reminded him: [Little host, you are a cool and abstinent attack. When you chat later, you have to maintain your personality.

If you don’t know how to keep it, I will teach you two simple things——

1. Tell the truth.

2. Each sentence should not exceed ten words. 】

Shen Wanyao carefully remembered it.

He thought that the dialogue between Purvi and him was at most about whether to read the Bible, the population problem of the heavenly world, and the future sustainability of the heavenly world...

But when Purvey spoke to him for the first time, he was dumbfounded.

Purvey's blue eyes are as gentle as the sea, solemn.

"Little Shengzi, your waist is very thin, how much can you hold?"

Shen Wanyao: "..."

Why ask how much his stomach can hold! His stomach doesn't help the protagonist get stuffed!

Despite this, Shen Wanyao followed the system's instructions, with a pretty face, and said truthfully: "One bread, one bowl of noodles."

Purvi raised his eyebrows: "The capacity is too small.

After hearing these words, Shen Wanyao felt the man behind him suddenly move.

The Darkness God leaned over and bit the back of his neck viciously.

The thin, white neck skin was bitten by a man in his mouth.

Shen Wanyao trembled, bit her lip, and suppressed sobs.

Poweiyi didn't notice Shen Wanyao's strangeness, and continued to ask: "You are very thin, don't you usually eat meat?"

Shen Wan thought for a while: "I can eat, but very little."

Povii warned: "Eat more meat, so that you will have strength, otherwise you will be bullied by bad guys. The profession of Holy Son will attract some bad guys."

"Got it." Shen Wanyao nodded seriously. After all, there is a bad guy behind him.

The dark god behind him bit his neck even harder when he heard this, as if venting his anger.

Shen Wanyao lowered her head, bit her mouth, and tried her best not to let out a sob.

His whole body is very sensitive, especially the back of his neck. Even the wind will make his shoulders tremble and his cheeks will turn red.

If he was born in the abo world normally, without systematic gender modification, he would be the most delicate and alluring little omega.

His wings trembled even more, a small group of wings curled up on both sides of the butterfly bone, with the tips of the feathers flaring outwards, trembling non-stop.

Povii noticed it, and asked kindly, "Little Son, why are your wings shaking all the time?"

Shen Wanyao faltered: "Well... my wings have their own ideas."

Povii's brows and eyes relaxed: "I see, it's so cute, like a cat's tail."

After a while, the God of Darkness finally stopped touching the back of Shen Wanyao's neck.

Shen Wanyao's French fishtail braid has been partly undone by the dark god, and the long black hair is scattered on the snow-white back.

Shen Wanyao thought that the God of Darkness would not bully him anymore.

But the next moment, he felt that the man looked at his wings.

Before he could react, the man's broad palm wrapped around the base of the little fluffy's wings, like a wolf bullying a little chick.

"Woo-"

Shen Wanyao couldn't hold back, and screamed, her whole body trembled suddenly, her face flushed.

If the Dark God's previous bullying had given him only ten feelings. Then the feeling of the wings being touched is ten thousand.

What's more, no man has touched the wings of this newborn little succubus.

The Dark God was the first.

Shen Wanyao was only touched, and the stamina was so strong that he couldn't stop shaking, tears kept falling down, and he burst into tears.

Povii was frightened by the boy's sudden strangeness. He stood up and asked nervously, "Xiaowan, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"Woo..." Shen Wanyao couldn't respond, he fell limply on the chair, his eyes were blurred, the tip of his tongue stuck out slightly, and he gradually lost consciousness.

The system panicked.

Seeing Shen Wanyao's sudden change, it almost shut down.

Why did the little host pretend to be cool and abstinent one second before, but the next second he shook his body, blushed, shed tears, and collapsed softly.

No matter what, you can't hide the true nature of the little girl, can you?

The system tried hard to think about all the happiest things in its life, but it couldn't contain the sadness that surged up.

...

A few minutes later, Shen Wanyao woke up in a daze, and saw Po Weiyi at first sight.

The blond man squatted halfway in front of him, realizing that he had woken up, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Little Shengzi, you really scared me to death."

Shen Wanyao's face blushed again when he thought of his strange behavior just now. If he was a small steam engine, hot white steam would keep coming out of his head.

He lowered his head, rubbed the hem of his clothes, and faced Povii somehow.

The culprit has disappeared.

Shen Wanyao could only face the embarrassment alone.

Sure enough, Povii asked the reason: "Little Shengzi, why did you suddenly make such a voice just now, and your expression is still very..., are you sick?"

"No." Shen Wanyao was so embarrassed that she wanted to curl up into a ball.

Purvey seemed to understand something, chuckled softly.

He rubbed the top of Shen Wanyao's hair and said:

"You have become the Holy Son, so you must have never had contact with outsiders, so you want to secretly satisfy yourself? Hmm... If I'm not wrong, you might think it would be more exciting in front of outsiders?"

"No matter what, it's normal for you to want to do these things, but don't overdo it, it will hurt your body, let alone put things in too much, for example, just now, I thought you were sick."

Shen Wanyao was dazed for a while, and understood what Poviyi meant.

He was immediately ashamed.

How could the God of Light misunderstand him like this...

But he couldn't explain it, and the more he explained, the more he couldn't explain clearly. After all, he also felt that his performance just now was really similar to...

Woohoo, how embarrassing.

Shen Wanyao wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, but refused to look at Po Weiyi.

Poweiyi was afraid that the little holy son would melt if he continued to be shy, so he comforted him like a baby.

"Little Holy Son, I can understand you, I won't treat you as a filthy person."

"Everyone has desires, including the angel race. This is a very normal phenomenon."

Shen Wanyao ignored him, hugged her arms tightly, her flushed face was twisted, and there were tears in her eyes.

Poweiyi had no choice but to use the power of light to make Shen Wanyao fall into a deep sleep.

It will be much better to sleep.

...

Poweiyi transferred the sleeping Shen Wanyao to the bedroom of the Son of God.

Shen Wanyao woke up on her big bed.

When he woke up, the day and night had passed.

Excessive shyness consumed too much energy, and this sleep made him sleep for a long time.

He was the only one in the bedroom, and he gently awakened the system, wanting to talk to him alone.

"all……"

System: [Don't call me all. 】

Shen Wanyao was at a loss.

The system cursed: [Tell me, are you secretly playing with small toys in front of the God of Light? ! 】

Shen Wanyao was stunned: "I don't play with toys, I'm already twenty years old, and I'm not a child."

The system realized that it was impossible to communicate with the simple little host, and asked directly: [Then why are you pretending to be cold and attacking, and suddenly like that? 】

Shen Wanyao blushed and pursed her lips: "The God of Darkness is secretly playing with my wings, he is invisible, and no one can see him except me."

The system hesitated for a moment and believed the little host.

It remembered that the little host had indeed asked it for help—the protagonist Gong was bullying him.

But because it didn't see the protagonist attacking, it didn't take it seriously, thinking that the little host was confused.

did not expect……

The system felt very guilty, and his heart felt like it was cramping, like an old father whose child was raped by a pig because of his negligence.

System: [Sorry. 】

Shen Wanyao didn't know why the other party apologized, so she could only pretend to understand: "It's okay."

After chatting with the system for a few words, he suddenly saw black air coming out of the bedroom.

The black air gradually condensed into a human form.

The Dark God is at it again.

The dark-skinned, black-haired man approached him: "Baby, you're finally awake."

Shen Wanyao hated him very much, frowned and curled up under the quilt.

The man ignored his insults, sat on the edge of his bed, and rubbed his hair: "I didn't expect your wings to be so sensitive, I just want to touch your feathers."

"sorry."

It's hard to imagine that the handsome and powerful Dark God would apologize to others.

Shen Wanyao would not forgive him, she turned her head, and would rather stare at the puppet bear on the bed than look at him.

The man said softly: "You are the first angel family I have ever seen with such sensitive wings. Other angels on the battlefield will not cry out if their wings are cut off."

"And you will tremble and scream just because the root of your wing is touched."

"Are you so sensitive in other places? Baby." The man paused, remembered something, and smiled: "That's right, after all, you are the Son of God, and the Son of God cannot be touched by others. It is normal for your body to be sensitive."

Shen Wanyao blushed, embarrassed and angry, and cursed fiercely: "I'm going to take a bath, don't bother me."

He got off the bed, passed the man, and walked straight into the bathroom.

Shen Wanyao was in the bathroom, and while taking a shower, she asked about the system in confusion.

"Total, why does the protagonist Gong treat me so strangely?"

The system fell silent.

In the past, it would say that the main character may bully you because he regards you as a rival in love.

But now it can't say such a thing, it can only dryly: [Yeah, why did the protagonist attack you with a cannon fodder...]

Shen Wanyao frowned: "I want to get rid of him."

The system thought about it and gave him an idea: [Little host, the protagonist Gong is only two hundred years old, which is considered very young in the age of gods, the age of a high school student. 】

Twenty-year-old Shen Wanyao: "..."

He recalled the appearance of the dark god, dark-skinned, strong, and tall, he really looked like a male high school bully, and he was also a sports student.

The system continued: [Don't look at his mouth, but in fact, he has never been in a relationship, has never been in contact with anyone, and has never even read that kind of book. He is an innocent boy. 】

The system changed the subject: [—and you are no longer a virgin, but a mature little widow who was married, had two men, and raised children. 】

It has been mixed with the clay sculpture system a lot recently, and I didn't notice anything wrong with its description of Shen Wanyao.

The clay sculpture receiving system always calls Shen Wanyao: little young woman, little sister, little mother...

Shen Wanyao blushed, and hesitated: "I, I am a little widow, what does it have to do with him?"

System: [You can directly say that you are a mature little widow and scare him away. 】

[You are the Holy Son, he thought you were the same as the Holy Son that the public thinks, you have never touched anyone, shy and pure. He also thinks that your body is sensitive because no one has touched your body. As everyone knows, your body has already matured. 】

[This wave is because he doesn't know the dangers of society. 】

Shen Wanyao understands the meaning of the system, which is to take the initiative to expose that he has had a man, and then scare away the innocent protagonist Gong.

After Shen Wanyao took a shower, she applied some suet cream.

After applying the suet ointment, he became more fragrant, and even his bones revealed a faint fragrance.

Shen Wanyao left the bedroom and saw the God of Darkness.

The Dark God is still at his bedside, holding a...

His little vest.

Shen Wanyao's skin is delicate, she doesn't directly put on her underwear, she wears a small vest that covers her chest as a bottom layer.

He is twenty years old, two years mature, and knows how to use small things like suet cream and vests to make himself more comfortable.

The only problem is that when he goes to buy a vest, the boss often treats him as a young girl who just came to buy underwear. Buying suet cream will also be considered by the boss to have other uses.

The Dark God had never seen this kind of clothing before, so he pretended to be a novelty. He pinched it in his hands and sniffed it: "What is this? It smells so good, it smells like milk."

The little vest on his chest smelled of milk, which seemed normal at first glance.

Shen Wanyao was extremely ashamed and indignant, she stepped forward and grabbed the clothes: "You! Don't go too far!"

Dark God: "What's wrong?"

Shen Wanyao blushed, and stared at him with watery eyes: "Do you think that I am a holy son, that I have never touched anyone, never been in love, that I am very pure and easy to bully?"

The dark god raised his eyebrows: "The basic requirement for a holy son is indeed to be a virgin. Why, you don't want to be a virgin anymore?"

He narrowed his red eyes and teased the young man viciously: "I can be your first man."

Hearing this, Shen Wanyao realized that the opportunity to scare away the protagonist Gong had come.

He mustered up his courage, pursed his lips, and said angrily, "I'm no longer a virgin."

When he said this, his face was blushing, his eyelashes fluttered, and he was even more shy than Chu.zi.

Shen Wanyao tried her best not to look shy. After all, he was a little succubus who had a man before, so he shouldn't be shy in this respect...

He added fuel and vinegar, and continued stumbling: "I have been married twice, the kind with a wedding photo."

"I'm very mature. I've had many men in my body. I'm not only interested in you."

"Many men have already done to me what you did to me, and compared to them, you did a poor job..."