I have my own deodorant, and I am troubled every day

Yu Yu felt that he seemed to have stayed here for a long time, and it seemed that he only stayed here for a short time.

He looked at the star-studded curtains and sighed lazily.

Without a window, he didn't even know whether it was day or night, and the concept of time was almost lost in his mind.

The tablet in his hand didn't display the real time either. The clock inside kept showing 0:01, which hadn't changed.

Yu Yu was absent-mindedly playing with Match [-], and flicked his fingers casually on the tablet.

He kicked the quilt covering his body and slowly turned over.

Like a loveless little turtle.

Before Yu Yu could clear the level, the door was opened.

Shen Heshu walked in from the door, carrying his painting tools and a small box.

"Yu Yu." Shen Heshu called Yu Yu's name, and there was an unusual excitement in his voice.

Yu Yu blinked, then turned to look at Shen Heshu.

The other party put the small box in front of him.

Yu Yu stretched out her fingers and gently hooked the handle of the box: "What is today?"

Shen Heshu grabbed Yu Yu's wrist, his tone was low and gentle: "Have you heard of 'Angel'?"

He slowly rubbed the slender wrist in his hand, and there was a slight itchiness between the rubbing of his fingertips.

"Some concepts in religion actually have a basis in reality. Things that can be recorded often exist in reality. When they are recognized by people, they are also recorded."

"It's just that the records and the facts may differ."

Yu Yu moved her wrist uncomfortably, but it was tightened by Shen Heshu.

Shen Heshu leaned over and narrowed the distance between the two, his scorching breath brushed Yu Yu's cheek lightly.

He lowered his voice: "Do you know what a real 'angel' looks like?"

Yu Yu shook his head.

Shen Heshu smiled softly: "Their appearance is almost the same as that described by humans, with snow-white wings, holy faces, and a beautiful halo covering their bodies."

"But it's a pity that they don't have any ability to protect themselves. So pretty looks will only bring them disaster."

"The 'angels' in reality are basically forbidden."

Shen Heshu opened the box and took out a white tablet: "Take it."

Swallowing the pill down his throat, Yu Yu probably knew that Shen Heshu wanted to temporarily turn him into an "angel" today, and he probably wanted to draw this.

I don't know where Shen Heshu got these weird medicines. He had cat ears and cat tails before.

Yu Yu ignored Shen Heshu who was sitting aside, and started playing games again with the tablet in his arms.

He had just finished offsetting a row of grids, when something strange suddenly appeared behind him.

It's like a fire slowly roasting on the back, the temperature is scalding hot.

Something wants to grow from the back.

The dense itches spread across his back, making Yu Yu extremely uncomfortable.

The tablet was thrown aside, and he arched his back, reaching out to scratch his back.

"Don't grab it." Shen Heshu grabbed Yu Yu's hands, preventing him from scratching his back.

Yu Yu was like a curled up shrimp, steaming with heat all over his body: "Itchy..."

His voice became slightly hoarse, with a pitiful cry.

Shen Heshu hugged Yu Yu's whole body into his arms. He didn't let go of the restraint on Yu Yu's hands, but comforted him patiently: "Be patient, it will grow out soon."

He freed up one hand to unbutton some of Yu Yu's silk pajamas, and gently stroked Yu Yu's shoulder blades with his hand.

A pair of huge white wings stretched out from Yu Yu's back, and a few light white feathers fell down.

"It's so beautiful." Shen Heshu's eyes darkened slightly.

Yu Yu sat on his knees on the bed, his wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun behind him, his forehead hair was wet with sweat, and a teardrop fell from his eyes when he blinked lightly.

Looking at Shen Heshu's fiery eyes, he only felt that the other party was a pervert.

The white wings were shrouded in a faint golden light, it patted lightly in mid-air, and then a few feathers fluttered down.

Yu Yu shook the wings on his back, feeling that his whole body was being dragged down.

This pair of wings is like a beautiful and heavy decoration, he can feel that he can't fly at all, even walking a few steps will feel tired.

Shen Heshu, who was scolded as "perverted", was very satisfied with such "fancy but not useful". He took out a small delicate birdcage from the box and threw it on the ground.

The small birdcage swelled up immediately, reaching the ceiling in one go.

It was a pure golden birdcage with intricate and exquisite patterns carved on the golden railings of the birdcage, and the cage was covered with a thick white velvet blanket.

Shen Heshu opened the cage door: "Go in. You can do whatever you want inside, as long as you don't come out."

Yu Yu hugged the tablet and stepped on it barefoot.

Shen Heshu's eyes lowered slightly, and paused on the smooth calf exposed under Yu Yu's nightgown, and then on the slender ankle.

The instep of his feet is white, with faint blue veins crouching on it, showing a fragile beauty that makes people want to grasp it.

Yu Yu sat down on the white velvet blanket. He was still a little unaccustomed to the wings growing from his back, so he sat down and almost sat on his own wings.

The white wings trembled in panic.

"It's so troublesome..." Yu Yu muttered, flapping her wings in the air.

Shen Heshu suddenly bent down and rummaged through the box.

He finally chose a light and exquisite anklet and put it on Yu Yu's ankle.

Then the door of the birdcage was closed.

Yu Yu touched the anklet, a little puzzled: "You want to wear this too?"

Shen Heshu: "Yes. Wear it."

Yu Yu didn't know much about the artist's hobbies. He studied the little gold ring on his ankle and lost interest after finding nothing special.

Yu Yu was already used to Shen Heshu's eyes on him, and he went through the level of Xiaoxiaole on his own, and when he got tired of playing, he switched to the fruit-cutting screen.

Because the thick wings on his back made it inconvenient for him to lie on his back and play, he had to lie on the blanket.

When I am happy to play, I will shake my feet, and the ankle ring will swing along with it, sliding on the ankle.

Because the roots of the wings grow out from the shoulder blades, Yu Yu's nightgown has been half-faded to the chest, he may feel a little cold, and the wings are always half around himself.

Shen Heshu quietly painted on the drawing board.

He moves quickly and seems to be in a good mood.

Two people do their own things, but seem inexplicably harmonious.

After Yu Yu set a new record for cutting fruit, he played Lianliankan a few more times, and finally felt that the game was getting boring, so he began to fall asleep.

He has no concept of time for a while, and relies entirely on his body's biological clock to work and rest. When he feels sleepy, he closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

In the middle of Shen He's calligraphy and painting, he suddenly heard no movement in the cage.

He raised his head and found Yu Yu lying on his side on the white blanket and fell asleep.

The pair of pure white wings relaxed unpreparedly, folded and stuck to the back like a down feather cape.

Yu Yu slept deeply, the halo on his wings reflected on his face, as if coating his beautiful facial features with a layer of sweet sugar.

At this moment, an indescribable sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in Shen Heshu's heart, like a collector finally displaying his favorite gemstones in his treasure house.

Shen Heshu opened the locked door of the birdcage.

What he said to Yu Yu just now was actually not correct.

The creature "angel" is actually created artificially.Those overzealous religious believers started out with fanatical beliefs, but after discovering that the angels they created were just superficial, the beliefs were twisted into lust.

"Human greed will grow endlessly." Shen Heshu said softly.

Just like his father, he might just want to live longer at first.

But in the end, in the research, he amplified his greed step by step, and began to want to use artificial monsters to carry out his ideal monster rule.

Shen Heshu gently stroked the roots of Yu Yu's wings, feeling the other's sensitive trembling.

He touched the base of the wing slowly back and forth, his fingers gently hooking the soft feathers on it.

As if to appease, as if to tease.

Until Yu Yu trembled his eyelashes and wanted to wake up, Shen Heshu finally touched Yu Yu's beautiful back, and then took out a small bottle of spray from his pocket.

Spray lightly on the tip of Yu Yu's nose a few times.

Yu Yu fell asleep again.

Shen Heshu sat back on the chair, finished drawing the remaining half of the painting smoothly, packed up the painting tools, and planned to leave the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Dean Shen standing outside the door.

Dean Shen ignored Shen Heshu, and just stretched his neck to look into the room.

"Don't look. The effect of the medicine has just begun." Shen Heshu said coldly, far from the polite and gentle appearance in the past.

Dean Shen had already seen the white wings on Yu Yu's back, he frowned, and the wrinkles on his face appeared serious and deep: "Don't feed him some messy food, what if it destroys his own catalytic effect? "

Shen Heshu glanced at Dean Shen coldly: "Shen Changwen, this is not your business."

Dean Shen: "It's not my responsibility? I'm your father, so I can't take care of this thing?"

Shen Heshu hooked his lips: "Father?"

His tone was mocking, as if he thought Shen Changwen's claim was ridiculous.

"At this point you feel like a father?"

Shen Heshu left with his painting tools.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never felt the slightest bit of family affection. Shen Changwen is not his biological father, he is just a monster created by fusing Shen Changwen's cells with the blood of monsters.

What's even more ridiculous is that Shen Changwen obviously created him, but Shen Changwen has an uncontrollable jealousy towards him.

Shen Changwen was jealous of the monster blood flowing from his body, and jealous of the endless life span he could have.

But what Shen Heshu hates the most is his status as a monster.

He thinks this is the most disgusting, ugly, and without any sense of beauty.

If possible, he would not want such a thing at all.

The author has something to say: Shen. Metamorphosis. Crane Book.

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