Even Angel Yan could not help casting Yun Ming a strange look, as if his words had moved her.
"Are you serious?" Angel Yan asked, a trace of uncertainty in her voice.
"Of course I am." Yun Ming replied with a smile, though inwardly he could not help thinking, Keisha really is something else as a matchmaker. She even managed to bluff the angels directly.
Angel Zhui smiled at the side. "Three years—isn't that a little too short? How about changing it to three thousand years?"
Yun Ming shook his head and said firmly, "True love may be eternal, but you still have to seize every moment."
Angels casually talked about waiting thousands of years. How was that any different from being widowed?
Under Yun Ming's verbal and eye-contact assault, a faint blush appeared on Angel Yan's lovely, snow-fair face. Her clear eyes gleamed with embarrassment and shyness.
"How can true love be decided by a wager?" Angel Yan spat lightly at Angel Zhui, then turned to Yun Ming with a smiling gaze. "Still, if you can truly defeat me in three years, I'll give you an opportunity. Just an opportunity, so don't think too much. How about it?"
Angel Zhui laughed from the side. "It may seem like an opportunity, but Sister Yan has already decided on you in her heart."
At that, Angel Yan flew into a flustered rage and made as if to hit Angel Zhui.
I finally held on. Yun Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
In truth, his intentions were not entirely pure. Deep down, he remained wary of the angels, afraid they might harm him. That was why he deliberately acted as though he admired angels, so they would see him as someone easy to control.
Perhaps such thoughts were somewhat dark, but he had no other choice.
After all, he was still far too weak to contend with these powerful angels.
Of course, Yun Ming also held a special fondness for Angel Yan.
There was no absolute purity in this world. Take Ge Xiaolun, for instance—if he had not been the Galaxy Strength, how could he have won Holy Keisha's favor? And why would Angel Yan have taken an interest in him?
"So, do you want me to carry you on my back, or hold you in my arms?"
The lingering light of sunset spread across the horizon, dyeing the sky golden. Angel Yan's eyes shifted as they settled on Yun Ming, and a teasing smile curved her lips. "How about I carry you in my arms? Let you experience my embrace?"
"Pfft!" Angel Zhui and Angel Mo Yi immediately burst into laughter, their voices ringing like silver bells.
"Sister Yan, you're way too direct!"
"Yeah, after all, Sister Yan has been lonely for seven thousand years."
They giggled as they teased her, while Angel Yan's words left Yun Ming thoroughly stunned.
He looked up and saw that Angel Yan's fair, alluring face seemed covered in an intoxicating flush. Her bright eyes were captivating.
Yun Ming's heart stirred. I just confessed to her. Is Yan deliberately teasing me?
Still, he ultimately restrained his impulse and chose to let Angel Yan carry him on her back.
"Your back is better," he said softly. Although he regretted not being able to enjoy Angel Yan's embrace, he knew taking advantage of her that openly would not suit his original intentions.
Besides, Angel Yan wore armor. Its hard texture would not bring him much enjoyment anyway.
"Seriously, I gave you an opportunity, and you don't even know how to cherish it." Angel Yan shook her head in disappointment, seemingly frustrated by Yun Ming's timidity.
"You need to be bolder, understand? If you aren't bold, how will you get closer to me? How will you improve our relationship?"
Yun Ming could only smile helplessly and say nothing more.
Meanwhile, Angel Zhui and Angel Mo Yi were doubled over with laughter, looking utterly delighted.
"All right, all right, stop laughing." Angel Yan waved them off, then gestured for Yun Ming to climb onto her back. "We should go."
Only when he truly climbed on did Yun Ming realize how inappropriate this was.
Setting everything else aside.
Being carried by a slender woman as a grown man made Yun Ming deeply uncomfortable, perhaps because of his male pride.
This was not how one lived off a woman.
"Little one, don't move around, and don't get any strange ideas."
Angel Yan slightly turned her head and spoke in a breath as fragrant as orchids.
Yun Ming knew what Angel Yan meant.
But he was sitting around her waist. What thoughts could he possibly have? It was not like he was a pervert.
"A Zhui, Mo Yi, activate the protective shields. One in front and one behind."
Angel Yan lifted her feet from the ground and hovered in the air as she gave them instructions.
"Understood."
Angel Zhui nodded. With a lift of her hand, a semicircular barrier appeared. Angel Mo Yi did the same, and the two barriers joined together, enclosing Yun Ming and Angel Yan.
"A shield? Didn't you say you had to wrap me in your wings?"
Yun Ming looked surprised.
Earlier, they had said that wrapping him in wings to take him away would be troublesome, and they had been reluctant to do it. Now it seemed they still had other methods.
"Disappointed? I just won't let you die of happiness!"
Angel Yan laughed softly in profile as she flew into the sky.
"Being pressed against an angel is already enough to make me die of happiness." Yun Ming said with a smile.
There was no armor around an angel's waist and abdomen. It truly was the most comfortable cushion in the world.
And Yan's scent was so pleasant.
Yan was also a popular female lead.
He was merely a lowly first-rank mortal, with nothing at all right now.
He and the angel were like a poor loser and a super-rich, beautiful girl. Being able to have such close physical contact felt like a dream.
He was overjoyed.
As he thought this, Yun Ming's expression suddenly froze.
Was this going a little too well for him?
"Little one, carrying you on my back is making me uncomfortable too. How about we change positions?"
By then, they had already flown beyond Blue Star and entered the vast, pitch-black expanse of space. Countless shining stars dotted the darkness, beautiful enough to intoxicate anyone.
Yun Ming returned from his thoughts. Hearing Angel Yan's words, he could not help asking, "Do you mean holding my hand and flying?"
That was the least ambiguous kind of contact he could think of.
"I would like to do that, but I'm afraid your little body can't withstand my speed." Angel Yan helplessly shook her head. Although she wanted to pull Yun Ming along in flight, she worried that his body could not endure her high-speed movement.
"Then what do you want to do?"
"How about you carry me... and I push you?" Angel Yan thought for a moment and said it, but immediately felt it was inappropriate.
If he carried her, he would definitely have to hold her buttocks or thighs.
Wouldn't that let him take even more advantage of her?
"Forget it, forget it."
Angel Yan considered all sorts of positions, but in the end, she still felt it was better for her to carry him.
Yet the longer she carried him, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Some things seemed bearable when merely discussed or imagined, as though gritting one's teeth would be enough. But actually doing them was an entirely different experience.
"Little one, I'm really getting the short end of the stick here."
Angel Yan sighed. "I regret this."
"A Zhui, Mo Yi, the three of us will take turns."
She turned to Angel Zhui and Angel Mo Yi behind her. "A Zhui, Mo Yi, the three of us will take turns carrying him."
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