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He held the silver whip in his hand, and twitched it lightly to make the whip make a sound, "Why do I always feel a little strange? Oh, right... What good does it do for me to accept you as a sub?"

Not good.

I'm too lazy to do my job, I'm ignorant, I'm wasting my time, what's the benefit of accepting me as a sub?

Yabel complained silently, and a blow of the whip hit his side cheek, smearing a finger-length red mark on the honey-colored skin.He subconsciously trembled and avoided, but unexpectedly the angel took a few steps forward and appeared behind Yabel, with one arm around his waist to prevent him from moving, and the other hand supported his chin with a whip handle.His eyes are lazy and rogue, gentle and intoxicating.

The two seemed to have walked into a static time and space, and neither of them moved.

The white neck was forced to straighten, the Adam's apple moved slightly, and was gently wrapped around the silver whip, like a captured swan.

He pursed his thin lips, waiting for the angel's next move.But the man quickly let go of him, and the next moment appeared in front of him and leaned over to caress his side face.

The quick transfer and fleeting touch made it difficult for Jabel to find his whereabouts.At this moment, he is like a herbivore nesting in the grass. Around his neck is the rope left by the hunter when he was captured. The other end of the rope is dead on the stake. He looked at him carefully and tortured him until he couldn't stand it until he collapsed.

His body trembled inadvertently, his sanity was eroded a little bit, and he almost degenerated into an animal.

"No one told you, should you be obedient and not move at this time?" Angel's voice was playful and cold, as if he had returned to the beginning, the master who dominated everything in the sub.

Jabel bit his lower lip, "I don't want to be your slave..." Don't respect you as a god...

"You can't stop it." He interrupted Yabel's next words, "I said three times, if you fail, I want you to be my sub, and you have no room for regret."

The angel was a little angry, but the whip he swung was as calm as ever. He didn't want to punish him, but to make him succumb.This is not a tool of punishment, but a shackle to hold the opponent tightly.

The whip landed firmly on him, the feeling of the whip tail almost driving him crazy, and the seemingly hard blow made him tremble.

The intensity of biting his lip suddenly increased, and his mouth was filled with blood.

Tian propped his chin with a whip and said seriously, "So you like to be passive, so that's fine, too wild a sub, I'll feel like I'm in some kind of uncivilized era."

He has a sharp mouth and never forgives others if he can.

Jabel reacted slightly after being hit by his whip, and was about to use his hands to force him to calm down, when the silver whip spun around his wrist in a very tricky way and slid to the back against his waist. Speed ​​hit down.

"Hmm..." He snorted softly, his body suddenly relaxed.He gave up his last struggle with a wry smile.

"My name is Slot, the main angel of the first day." He said while putting away his whip.

The introduction at this time is actually very strange, because Yabel is really not in a good mood now, and he doesn't even understand why his body suddenly becomes so sensitive.

"What are you thinking?" He bent down and stroked Yabel's cheek, "Does it make you so sad because you lost the bet? It's like..." He hesitated and changed the subject, "What is your bet?"

"We have had many bets, from a hundred years ago to the present, of various colors and countless times, so I decided to make this an end... This time the bet is to fall in love with you, and then pay my life to he."

The person who made the compensation was Ent, because he once fell in love with him and caused the two to fall to heaven. For a hundred years, he compensated Ent with a pair of eyes and a pair of wings. It makes him neither look like an angel, nor is it difficult to detect that he is a fallen angel.

In fact, this is an unequal gamble, but the participants are willing. This kind of willingness is like a lunatic who has lost his mind and let others dictate.

Yabel frowned, "Why am I telling you this? Since I lost the bet with you, I'm willing to admit defeat and I'll be your sub."

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Shit, shit, shit, changing it makes me want to go crazy, my meaty...meat dregs are also meat.../(ㄒoㄒ)/~~