Chapter 064 Confession
Garcia didn't know how long he stayed in this giant eyeball.
Warm, amniotic fluid enveloped him, and Garcia felt himself enveloped in a gentle, lingering feeling. Peaceful and comfortable, as if all his desires had been fulfilled.
Very safe.
He thought, I've heard before that rich people usually feel tired after all their material desires are satisfied, probably the same as I am now.
But I don’t feel empty at all, instead I feel a strong sense of happiness.
Garcia didn't even know whether he was truly wrapped in those gentle eyes or was just having an intracranial orgasm in his subconscious.
But what does that matter?
It's really comfortable and happy...
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When he opened his eyes again, Garcia found himself still above the cemetery.
On the two-meter version of the wheel eyeball.
At his feet, the two people were still kissing passionately, as if the long tide he had just experienced was just a moment.
Garcia asked Jophiel, who was sitting next to him, "How long have we been in the sea of consciousness?"
"A moment." Sure enough, Yophiel's answer confirmed Garcia's guess.
There is a difference in the flow speed between reality and emptiness, between the inner and outer worlds and the depths of the sea of consciousness.
No wonder Garcia felt as if several days had passed. After returning to reality, Samuel and Arnold were still hesitant to move on to the next step.
"Why did you suddenly disappear just now?" After thinking about it, Garcia decided to ask, otherwise he would always feel awkward.
"I'm here," Jophiel said. "I've always been here."
"But..." Garcia was about to retort, but suddenly stopped, as if realizing something. He exclaimed, "Could it be that giant eyeball? Wait, I don't quite understand, my mind is a little confused... That giant eyeball, and the wheel eyeball, could it be that they share your consciousness?"
Garcia himself found it incredible that he blurted out all his guesses.
But is there any more appropriate explanation besides this?
Garcia stared at Jophiel's expression, but the silver-haired man had no expression on his face, just like at any other time.
But he answered very honestly: "Yes, my will is the world itself. The wheel eye and this humanoid body transformed from a six-winged angel statue are merely carriers of my will."
His expression was natural, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
And he didn't feel at all that he and the big-eyed guy with the K-series were the same creature, as if there was nothing to hide or feel inferior about.
Garcia took a deep breath.
He flicked it lightly with his knuckles, with the flying eyeball still upside down under his butt, and asked: "So this is you? It has always been you? Including the time in Amber's office."
"Yes." Jophiel said honestly. Seeing that the expression on the blond boy's face seemed a little strange, Jophiel subconsciously defended himself, "I never meant to scare you... I actually thought about it that time in the hall, but I didn't really do it. Garcia, I admire you and cherish you very much."
"Pfft." Garcia suddenly laughed.
After feeling how gentle the giant eyeball was, he no longer had the same strong fear and rejection of the wheel eyeball as before.
His eyes seemed to contain some starlight from above the clouds. Jophiel thought, could it be that I had accidentally left some star debris in his eyes?
The blond boy smiled, and his emerald green eyes appeared even brighter in the dark night.
Garcia awkwardly twirled the hem of his robe with his fingers and said softly, "Jophiel, I have some questions for you."
"Okay." The silver-haired man promised.
"I want to ask, when you met Samuel this afternoon, why did you say, 'You are my husband?'"
"Because we are partners."
"..." Garcia tried hard to hold back the rant that was about to come out of his mouth and continued to ask, "Why do you say we are partners? I mean, what did I do to make you think that we are in this kind of relationship?"
This was a topic that even the Archangel found difficult to bring up, but he answered truthfully: "It wasn't you who did anything, it was me. Last night, while we were staying at the hotel, while I was unconscious and not in my descending state, this body, due to the animalistic nature of some human males, did something to you that only couples can do."
"You mean..." Garcia's eyes widened slightly, extremely surprised, "Why do you think so... How do you know that you did 'something that only lovers can do' to me?"
"There were some reflex reactions, you shed a lot of tears, your expression was painful, and there were some dried transparent thin crusts on my chest."
Garcia thought, it really is just tears.
I cried because I was scared, not because of anything.
But Jophiel continued to explain his strange train of thought.
"Just like when I descended my consciousness onto the statue, its wheel-shaped eyes continued to operate freely. This body has taken the initiative to become intimate with you. I must assume the responsibility of being your partner and get along with you in a new identity."
"So you kissed me?"
"On that note, I think I'm just fulfilling your expectations."
"My expectations?" Garcia raised his voice involuntarily.
"Yes," Jophiel said firmly, "You brought me here specifically to see how other couples communicate. I think this is a reminder for me to learn this skill so I can apply it to my interactions with you."
“…”
Garcia was really convinced.
He didn't expect that without his knowledge, the pure archangel had already completed the entire journey of "marriage first, love later" on his own.
And started some practical operations.
It is particularly justified and well-reasoned.
Garcia didn't know where to begin his rebuttal.
Because it's full of flaws.
Even if, even if Yophiel is really handsome, and is indeed the type that I admire, or the type that I like very much, I can't just be with him so blindly, right?
You have to make it clear with him and confirm the relationship. It must be a mutual love.
Garcia was just about to organize his words and have a good talk with Yophiel.
Then, the silver-haired man covered his chest and asked him in confusion:
"I suppose this communication called kissing is useful. My heart is beating fast. It never used to be like this before—but then, I never had a heartbeat before."
"Also, the Wheel Eyeball, including the main body, can't help but want to shed tears."
"Did you feel it? That emotion? I tried to tell you, but I wonder if you felt the emotions I shared with you when you were in the sea of consciousness."
Garcia instantly understood why he felt so warm and comfortable in the giant eyeball.
It turns out that those were not my own emotions.
It's his.
It was the emotion that he didn't say, didn't know how to say, but was truly conveyed to me.
He said he admired me and cherished me.
It's true.
Garcia felt his heart start beating wildly.
It is a kind of joy that comes from being treated well and pampered.
He asked, "Do you like me?"
Jophiel said, "I don't know how to define it, but what I want you to know is all in the sea of consciousness just now."
Garcia understood.
He told Jophiel: "You like me."
He thought, it turns out that someone is pursuing me.
…
Garcia had just experienced the first innocent and straightforward confession in his life.
It’s different from the past, those straightforward invitations of desire in the brightly lit nightclubs or in the studio after the spotlights were turned off.
It was so innocent that Garcia couldn't resist it.
But Jophiel probably didn't need his own answer.
Because he seemed determined that they were already in a partnership.
After hearing that confession that was almost no different from a confession, Garcia felt that he was completely unable to explain anything.
There is even a vague idea that I don't want to explain and just want to let it develop.
So be it, whatever...
At this moment, the two people below also moved.
It seemed that one of them lifted the coffin lid under his feet, and the two of them fell into the huge coffin they were standing in.
It even has a lid on it.
There was quite a commotion in the coffin!
Garcia's curiosity was rekindled. He knelt on the flat surface of the wheel eyeball, with his butt sticking out and his hands tightly grasping the smooth surface of the sphere.
This is a difficult posture as you try to stretch your neck to see but are afraid of accidentally falling.
"Should we go down a little, or look into the void?" Jophiel suggested from the side.
"Yes, thank you, you're so considerate... No!" Garcia's hand slipped and he almost dropped it. Fortunately, the silver-haired man quickly grabbed his waist. "No, no, no! I don't want to watch it anymore!"
"Why?" Jophiel asked in confusion.
Garcia almost fell just now, and his palms were full of cold sweat from fear.
He wiped the sweat on the man's robe.
I thought to myself, how could I dare to take you to see it again?
I'm afraid you'll learn it and use it on me right away.
But he said, "Because I'm a little sleepy and a little cold. Let's go back to bed first. We still have to deal with Samuel in the morning."
Jophiel nodded.
He spread out his six huge pairs of wings from behind, hugged Garcia tightly in his arms, and used his soft and warm feathers to hug the blond boy lightly to keep him warm.
Then he quickly directed the wheel eyes to send them back to the consul's palace.
But when he took Garcia out of his arms and placed him on the soft bed.
Faintly, Jophiel saw that the blond boy's entire body was flushed from his ears to his neck.
Is it too hot?
He carefully picked up Garcia's cheek and saw that the boy's entire face was burning hot.
There was also a little moisture in the eyes.
The angel, somewhat worried about her partner's health, gently touched the boy's forehead to confirm whether he had a fever.
The blond boy suddenly got into a bad temper and bit his knuckles.
"Don't touch me!" he said angrily.
After saying that, he quickly kicked off his shoes and crawled into the quilt, leaving only his little golden head exposed.
A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Hmph! I hate you."
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