Chapter 2413 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 17

Samuel was delighted and looked at the ring on his finger again and again.

He couldn't help but move closer again and kissed Jinchen with joy on the corner of his lips.

Then, he seemed to remember something and got up from Jinchen's arms.

Jinchen's arms felt empty as he saw Samuel take out a small box from his luggage.

That was the treasure box where Samuel kept the "gifts from God the Father". Samuel took off the dark purple ring on his finger and prepared to put it in.

He was reluctant to wear it, and even more reluctant to let others see it.

Jinchen looked at his back and suddenly asked, "Samuel, what if... I'm not the God of Light?"

Samuel turned his head, a look of confusion between his brows, then curled his lips, holding the treasure box, and walked back to Jinchen. He tucked himself back into that loving embrace and retorted with his face raised, "Father God, please don't tease me... You are so great, so omnipotent."

"Who in this world can replace you?"

Jinchen: "..."

Replacing Zephyros is extremely urgent, otherwise it will be a huge crematorium if the truth is revealed!

Jinchen didn't continue the topic, pinched Samuel's jaw and kissed him.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a cautious knock on the door, accompanied by a respectful voice with a distinct foreign accent.

"Your Excellency, Priest Samuel, the dinner will begin in the main hall after sunset. You still have a day to rest, and..."

The voice outside the door paused. "If it's convenient for you... could you please tell me about... how to pray to the Supreme Father... so that I can feel His response more clearly?"

inside the room.

The holy and noble priest was nestling in the arms of his Father God, his clothes disheveled.

The pure white robe slipped off the shoulders, revealing a large area of delicate skin covered with red marks, like a rose blooming on the snow.

Jinchen held him tightly, leaving no gap.

Listening to the pious and confused question outside the door, Jinchen's blood-red lips curled up in an extremely evil arc.

He lowered his head, took Samuel's already red earlobe in his mouth, and whispered teasingly in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"How do you want to tell him, eh? Tell him...how my Samuel prayed to me?"

"Well…"

Samuel's whole body was numb, and he collapsed in Jinchen's arms, only able to whimper.

He could hardly think, and he managed to muster up some clarity of mind, making his voice sound steady as he responded to the devout seeker outside the door.

"Father God, He... He is everywhere. To perceive Him... requires a clear mind... and..."

Before he could finish his words, Jinchen's kiss had already slid down his neck and bit the shoulder with the kiss mark, neither lightly nor heavily.

Samuel was caught off guard and bit the tip of his tongue to barely swallow back the exclamation that was about to come out of his mouth. His eyes were blank, and he was left with only the confusion and helplessness after being extremely aroused.

The person outside the door seemed to have heard some subtle movement and asked doubtfully, "Sir? Are you... okay?"

Samuel had no time to answer, as all his senses were controlled by the evil god behind him.

Jinchen's low chuckle and the numbness and slight pain between his lips and teeth were like the strongest drug, making him completely lost.

He couldn't even notice when the person outside the door quietly left in confusion and awe.

-

When Samuel woke up from his sleep that was a mixture of sweetness and extreme fatigue, the sky outside the window had already turned golden red at dusk.

The light in the room is soft and there is a charming atmosphere in the air.

Samuel propped up his sore body and sat up. The thin blanket slipped off and he looked around in a daze, his eyes falling on the small round table by the window.

The place had been filled with exquisite silver plates filled with steaming exotic delicacies.

Samuel was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something. He eagerly lifted the thin quilt, stepped barefoot on the soft and thick carpet, and walked out of the bedroom.

Jinchen leaned on the soft couch in the living room, playing with a wine glass inlaid with dark sapphires in his hand. When he saw Samuel wake up, he reached out to him.

"Wake up, come here."

"Father God!"

Samuel was very surprised. He didn't care that he was only wearing a thin shirt with the collar half open and looked embarrassed. He took a few quick steps and threw himself into Jinchen's arms, curled up his whole body in it, and rubbed his cheek against Jinchen's chest affectionately.

"You haven't left yet..."

Jinchen put down the wine glass and stroked Samuel's bare back, feeling the slightly protruding butterfly bones under the delicate skin.

"Come and get something to eat."

Samuel rubbed against his arms, like a sated cat, not wanting to move for the time being.

Jinchen picked up the silver fork on the small table, picked up a small piece of tender and juicy steak, and handed it to Samuel's lips.

Samuel ate it obediently, chewing it slowly.

Jinchen looked at him, knowing full well that his wife had not yet completed the dark side of revenge, and asked casually, "What are you planning to do for the welcome party tonight?"

Samuel's chewing slowed down at the mention of dinner.

He swallowed the food, and his eyes regained some clarity. Then he turned sideways, slid out of Jinchen's arms, and knelt on the carpet beside Jinchen's knees.

Samuel rested his cheek gently on Jinchen's knees and tilted his head back.

"Bless them, lead them in prayer to you, and...seek revenge."

Samuel said, "This is my last enemy...Father God. I promise you that I will never kill anyone again."

Jinchen lowered his eyes, gently pinched Samuel's tender cheek, and pulled him back into his arms.

"Of course, go ahead and do it."