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Slote letting him rest is a simple rest, getting along with him is sometimes more like acting as a servant, except for keeping himself clean, Slote will hardly ask him to do anything harshly. On the contrary, compared with Ent, they There is a lot of common language, and Sloter's handling of his preferences almost makes him mistakenly think that he should be the master.

He seems to accept Sloter's gift as a matter of course. Sloter's understanding of him is almost beyond common sense, as if he has been sculpted by the years, and every bit of it is carved into the bone marrow, so the performance is so accurate correct.

His giving almost made Jabel forget who he really is.

But who should he be?

Yabel opened the door, and stood still at the door with the lingering damp behind him.The closed door suppressed the sound of the rain.The person sitting reclined on the cloud chair in the room is engrossed in the book in his hand. Even though he is reading a boring celestial theory thicker than an adult's palm width, he can still see his serious attitude.

He bowed his head but straightened his back, his pure black hair was tied together with a ribbon, and he never changed out of his white outfit when he was resting, let alone going out.

Yabel has never seen Ent when he is casual, he is like a clockwork that is wound up, and every second is carefully calculated before he takes action. No matter how unbearable he is as a fallen angel, his natural nobility and arrogance cannot be tolerated. Others despise.

The meeting between the two ended silently. Yabel walked into the bathroom with his home clothes. He more or less retained the angel's cleanliness. He had to rush home to wash his body as soon as possible after walking in the rain. Wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella, he still couldn't bear it, as if the rainwater that fell from the sky was sulfuric acid that corroded the human body, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

He folded the wet clothes together and prepared to wash them off in a while. He dipped his fingers into the bathtub with floating rose petals to test the temperature of the water, and then carefully stood in and sat down slowly.Water patterns swirled around him, a few petals were held up by the shoulders exposed to the water, his hair was floating aimlessly in the water, a strand of hair stuck stubbornly to his chest and was not washed away by the water, even when he relaxed his limbs. Empty your mind, comb your smooth hair unhurriedly, then mess up and re-comb your hair casually.

He couldn't take off the thing put on by Slott because of spells, so he just soaked it in the water, but fortunately, there was no pain of suffocation on his neck.

Instead, the fingers that had touched something froze all of a sudden.

''Have you washed it clean? ''Ent magically unlocked the bathroom and roughly fished him out of the water.

''Well...''He was drowsy from the hot water, Yabel held his hand,''Ent, I like you. ''

Ent looked at the man half-kneeling outside the bathtub like a rag doll, threw him back without any effort, turned on the cold water and rinsed it with the collar, then threw him in again and let him go in the water continuously. A few dragged him up and leaned against the bathtub wall to prevent him from slipping down, so he found a rope and tied his hands to the pipe on one side.Guaranteeing that his head wouldn't sink into the water, he stood up and opened the door. Yabel turned his back to him and raised the corners of his lips, showing an expression that even he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

How can this method make him feel, it is not easy to pass out without pain.

''Let's set a time for the gamble mentioned earlier, half a year, if you fall in love with him within half a year, I want you to commit suicide, if you don't fall in love, stab him to prove it.If you lose, there will be no such person as you in this world, and the tree of life will not take in you, an unclean person. If I lose, I will return to my original identity, and there will be no such person as Ent in the world. ''

''Yabel...'' Looking at the man sleeping in the water, Ent frowned, suppressed the urge to hug him out, and left the bathroom.

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