The yandere president's boyfriend!

Chapter 247 "Do you know that you can't touch an angel's wings?"

On the other side of the Milky Way, the stars whisper and all things are silent. In a secret realm shrouded in ancient magic, stands a towering and mysterious palace—the Angel Palace. Like the brightest star in the night sky, it guides light and hope.

Behind this light, darkness quietly spreads. That is the devil's territory, a world built of desire and power.

Tonight, the moon is bright, the stars are hidden, and an unusual glow shines through the windows of the Angel Hall.

The demon leader, clad in night and accompanied by shadows, silently passed through the heavy guards and stepped into this holy land that he should not have set foot on.

An unprecedented emotion surged in his heart—a deep respect for a certain archangel, or perhaps an indescribable desire.

The demon leader, named Mo Yuan, was dressed in a black battle robe, his eyes were as deep as the night, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The purpose of his trip was nominally to sign the peace agreement that could temporarily calm the conflict between the two worlds. In fact, he had another plan in mind - he wanted to take this opportunity to ask the cold and arrogant Archangel, Alvin for some "sweets" that only the two of them could understand.

Alvin, the treasure of the angel world, has silver hair like snow and flawless white wings. There are always stars and the sea in his eyes, which makes people unable to extricate themselves from their gaze.

At this moment, he was sitting upright in the hall, holding the heavy peace agreement in his hand, his brow revealing unquestionable majesty and holiness.

When Mo Yuan's fingertips lightly touched the agreement, completing this seemingly solemn ceremony, he suddenly took out three things from his back like a magic trick: a keyboard, a washboard, and a durian covered with thorns.

This sudden action stunned all the angels present. Even Alvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

"Mo Yuan, what do you mean?"

Ivan's voice is cool and magnetic, like a mountain spring, refreshing and soothing.

Mo Yuan approached slowly, the corners of his lips raised, his eyes filled with tenderness and cunning.

"During the day, I gave enough respect to the angels and demons, letting them all know that in front of you, I am the '0' who is willing to submit. This honor is not light."

Ivan's eyes flashed slightly, as if he understood something, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, shouldn't we settle the accounts behind the scenes?"

"That's what it means."

Mo Yuan smiled even brighter, and lined up the three "gifts" in a row, looking at Ai Wen provocatively.

"Choose one, my Archangel."

Alvin frowned slightly. Although he felt dissatisfied, he also found this scene inexplicably interesting.

He finally chose the most traditional punishment - the washboard.

Although Mo Yuan looked aggrieved, he knelt down obediently. His tall body looked particularly abrupt on the white ground, yet there was a sense of inexplicable harmony in it.

It was late at night and the candlelight in the Angel Hall flickered, illuminating the figures of the two people.

Mo Yuan knelt on the washboard. Out of boredom, he used his flexible devil tail to gently draw circles of complex patterns on the smooth ground, as if he was telling his secrets that no one knew.

Alvin stood aside, staring at the scene, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

He approached Mo Yuan, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the devil's tail. The touch was cold yet with a barely perceptible softness.

"Mo Yuan, why do you have to do this?"

Mo Yuan looked up and looked into Ivan's eyes that were full of pity and tenderness. The grievance in his heart instantly turned into tenderness.

"Because I know that no matter what I do, you will never be really angry with me. And I am willing to endure it all for you."

When Ai Wen heard this, his heart warmed. He sighed softly and turned to leave, but Mo Yuan grabbed the corner of his clothes again.

"Don't go, Alvin, stay with me."

The moonlight filtered through the window lattices and fell on them, adding a touch of warmth and tenderness to the cold palace.

Ivan finally stayed, and the two sat quietly in the moonlight, enjoying this rare tranquility and harmony.

However, the peaceful night did not last long.

When Alvin was immersed in his dream, a subtle sound broke the silence of the night.

Mo Yuan, the seemingly well-behaved devil, quietly climbed onto Ivan's bed.

"you!"

Ivan woke up suddenly, and what caught his eyes was Mo Yuan's enlarged handsome face and the unignorable heat in his eyes.

"Did you know that you can't touch angels' wings?"

Mo Yuan chuckled, but his hands did not stop moving. He gently stroked Ivan's snow-white wings, feeling the unique softness and warmth.

"I only know that I can't live without you, Alvin. Whether as the demon leader or as your..."

Before they finished speaking, their lips were already pressed tightly together, and all the words turned into the tenderness and sorrow of the moment.

The moonlight filtered through the window lattice and fell on their intertwined figures. Their breath gradually became disordered and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room.

Ivan's wings trembled slightly, as if echoing his inner excitement.

Mo Yuan's hand gradually slid down, and his fingers were tightly clasped with Ai Wen's.

At this moment, they forgot the differences in identity and race, and only had sincere feelings for each other.

As the night deepened, their love grew stronger, as if it would burn the entire night.