Chapter 29

Chapter 29

"Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I?" Raphael stood next to the open door and knocked gently knocked on the door. Fred immediately got up from Ayr's body, coldly left "Her wound cracked" and hurried away, but Raphael still saw that the tangled little vampire's cyan face was red.

Oh, Fred didn't seem to be clear about such an ambiguous scene when he bumped into such an ambiguous scene.

"Raphael, thank you for dressing me." Elle sat up from **, and the red bandage was particularly dazzling.

Raphael made a stop gesture and began to dress her again. During this period, he was as quiet as a puppet, mechanically repeating the action.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Ayle quietly watched Raphael's slender fingers moving on his shoulders, and his eyes were more or less gentle.

"Three days and three nights." Raphael looked into her eyes and smiled at her charmingly. "Okay, the bandage is done. You should rest more and reduce your activities. I'm going out."

"Wait a minute!" Looking at his back disappearing into the warm yellow light, Ayr's heart suddenly felt empty.

Hearing her call out to herself, Raphael's hand holding the door slid down from above, looked at her, and smiled warmly, "Is there anything else you need my help?"

"No, Raphael." Aier calmed his short breath. "I just want to chat with you. I won't waste your time, okay?"

"No, it's enough to have Fred in the bar, and Dorothy is asleep. If you want to talk to me about something to pass the boring time, I'm afraid now is the best time." Raphael came in, closed the door, and the comforting light outside disappeared into Ayr's vision.

Raphael properly turned on the light in the small bedroom, which was very dim. Raphael smiled apologetically at Elle: "You know, almost no one has lived in this bedroom, and the light bulb is just installed for emergency."

"It doesn't matter." Ayle watched Raphael sitting in a chair, and his heart gradually surged. She looked down at her toes and asked for a long time, "What's the relationship between you and Dorothy?" Why do you try your best to protect her?

As soon as the words were spoken, even Aier could feel the air solidified into a piece of ice that could not melt. She quickly waved her hand: "I'm sorry, I..."

"It doesn't matter. It's not a secret." Rafael leaned against the back of the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and a wry smile appeared on his handsome face. "This is still very long. Where can I start?"

He sorted out his thoughts and said again, "Although the devil doesn't like to live in groups, because Claude and I are brothers, it's reasonable. Whether it's hunting or anything else, we are inseparable."

"I didn't expect that your relationship with Claude was so good." Ayer deeply understands how proud the demons are, and they will never lower their noble heads to anyone, even if something goes wrong with them. A gentle demon like Raphael is really rare. When Ayr was in the castle? You can also feel the hostility between demons and demons. They hardly have any verbal communication, and they just nod when they meet.

Rafael shrugged his shoulders: "Yes, it's just that the two of us had to part ways because of a girl."

"Is that girl Dorothy?" Ayle asked tentatively, and Raphael replied affirmatively, "It's not wrong, but it's not this Dorothy, but another Dorothy."

"What?" Elle frowned and obviously couldn't understand the meaning of Raphael's words.

Raphael patted her on the shoulder: "I used to know her. Of course, I didn't just know her. It should be more accurate to fall in love with a girl named Dorothy. She has a pair of bright red eyes, which is very similar to Dorothy, right? No, to be precise, Dorothy is very similar to her. I owe that girl a favor. She lost her life because of me. I always think that Dorothy was sent by God to me to pay off this debt. So even if I die, I won't hurt her at all.

Aier gently clenched her fist, and she began to hate herself and her disgusting identity. If she is not a werewolf, if... then maybe she can have a good relationship with Raphael, so that she won't be embarrassed like now.

"Brother, you are really good at drawing people's hearts." Claude didn't know when he stood outside the window. The black windbreaker was blown up by the night wind, covering the already narrow space.

"Claude!" Ayle screamed and quickly stood up. Raphael calmly pressed his shoulder and sat down again: "What's the matter with you, Claude?"

"Can't you come and see you if you have nothing to do?" He gently opened the window and jumped in, and his shrinking pupils trembled dangerously. "Are you provoking me by bringing Ayr back to the bar, brother?"

"I've never thought about it that way." Raphael spread out his hands and looked at Claude with some fun. Suddenly, he felt that he had done something bad. If he had known it, Marian should have devoured her alive. Raphael was a little angry, but it did not show it on his face. In fact, he was very good at hiding his true feelings.

"Is that right?" The corners of Claude's mouth were very tight, and he knew at a glance that he was in an extremely bad mood now.

"That's right." Raphael smiled more enthusiastically. That's it. Every time Claude smiles at himself? I will be inexplicably annoyed, and now it's strange. He is very satisfied with Claude's reaction now. Did he find out for the first time? This little devil is actually quite cute.

"Ayer, leave with me!" Claude gritted his teeth and said, turning around and was about to leave, as if he was sure that Ayr would chase after him.

"My brother is really rude." Raphael pretended to smile helplessly, then raised his hand and waved to her, "Goodbye, Ayr, I think the next time we meet again, it will be Christmas, right?"

"Maybe." Ayle climbed up the window, looked back at Raphael deeply, and jumped down.

"Have you had enough, Raphael?" Fred leaned his shoulder against the door and looked coldly at Raphael.

Raphael was stunned. Did he hear it?