After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

His throat rolled violently, he turned his back, and said in a suppressed voice: "Go and change your clothes."

Sera chuckled, "Wait for a while."

Just because she knew that he was the only one who wouldn't mess around, she was confident.

Not only did she understand this truth, Rose Hill, who was standing in the living room downstairs, also understood it.

He never liked being provoked by others.

After hastily rinsing her body and drying her hair, Sierra just opened the door and walked out when someone pressed her waist and slammed against a wall.

The exclamation was blocked in her throat before she could leave her mouth, and the breath that belonged to Rose Hill came over her, occupying her completely.

His breath was cold and rapid, and he bit her lower lip, stifling any screams she might have.

Rothshire was pleased to see his face in those suddenly wide, terrified brown eyes.

Sera's waist was firmly controlled by two big hands. He easily placed her on the small table next to the wall, and the vase on it was swept to the ground with one hand, making a shattering sound.

The height was just right when he was leaning over.

After the girl got used to it, his fingertips touched the zipper of her skirt on the back and pulled most of it down.

The cold palm passed through the open back of the clothes, sticking to her warm skin.

Serra jerked and shuddered.

Just touching the skin on her back was enough to make Rose Hill lose control. His dark eyes were full of passion, he pulled the zipper completely to the end, and stripped the clothes off her shoulders from behind.

The bare shoulders were pressed against his body, full of coldness.

Sera had no choice but to bite his lip hard, "Rosshill!"

Her voice was aggrieved, and she sounded like she was about to be bullied and cry.

The noble vampire stopped immediately, bent his head over her shoulders, and gently rubbed his fangs on her shoulders in protest, causing goosebumps to pop out of that skin instantly.

"Do you still dare to seduce me?" His voice was hoarse, and he repeatedly kissed her shoulder repeatedly, like a hunter looking for a suitable position and ready to bite at any time.

"Don't dare." Sera grabbed Rose Hill's messy blond hair, fearing that he would really bite her hard.

Fortunately, he just leaned on her shoulder for a while, then slowly adjusted and straightened up.

The vampire, whose suit should have been neatly ironed, became a mess, with shattered hair on his forehead, and an open neckline. She grabbed two of the shirt buttons inside in a moment of impatience, revealing a piece of porcelain-white skin.

He was so embarrassed, but it made Sera suddenly see an aristocratic look, seductive and seductive.

She blushed and tried to pull the skirt back, but was stared at by a pair of cannibalistic eyes, and her trembling hands couldn't pull her head no matter what, so she jumped off the table and complained to him, "You pull it up for me."

Angrily instructing, Rose Hill hooked her lips, pressed the zipper all the way with her fingertips and slowly pulled it up for her.

With the touch of the fingertips, the tailbone trembled, Sera bit his lower lip restrainedly, and swallowed hard the discordant voice rolling down his throat.

The two stayed in the bedroom for a long time before the servants came in to clean up the vase.

The dinner in the kitchen was pretty much the same. Rose Hill didn't eat anything, and only had a glass of red wine in front of him, taking a sip from time to time, keeping his eyes on Sera, who was eating meat.

"You live here tonight?" She started to find a topic.

"No." He quickly vetoed it, frowning in disgust, "All the rooms need to be cleaned. Do you want to keep the things in the master bedroom? Throw them away if you don't need them."

It's all the smell of strangers, and he doesn't want to step in except her room.

Thinking of Lizzie's bedroom and Anna Xi's, Sierra decided to throw away all the things tomorrow.

After finally getting through dinner, Rose Hill sat for a while before preparing to leave.

Thinking that he really just came to see her moving into a new house today, she was still a little incredulous.

Near 11 o'clock in the evening, a soldier paid a surprise visit to her estate.

It was already midnight, and Sera was forced to wake up from the bed by the servant, and came down sleepily in a robe. The man stood at the door, dressed in military uniform, and claimed to be Eric's partner.

"I know it's abrupt to visit late at night, but Miss Serra, can you go and see him? He's been drinking in the bar for two days, and he's really in a bad state. No one will persuade him to leave."

The teenager who was just beginning to love got drunk continuously, and Sierra's guilt came up in an instant.

"wait."

She went upstairs for a quick change and ran down to the bar in his car.

There were a lot of drunks on the road at night. As soon as the car arrived at the entrance of the bar, there were many staggering drunks rushing out, yelling.

"Madman! That's a madman!"

As soon as Sierra stepped into the bar, a bottle was swung down before her toes, and it was smashed to pieces, and her skin was cut by small broken glass.

The sharp stabbing pain spread with the blood left behind, she didn't care, just looking for a familiar figure in the ambiguous light.

The sound of physical struggle was not far away. It was supposed to be a platform for people to play the piano and sing. The piano broke in the middle like a waste product, and a person fell inside.

Jem rode on Eric and punched him again, "Eric! Are you awake!"

Sierra gasped and ran over immediately, "Jem! Eric! Stop hitting!"

The girl's voice faintly entered his ears, and then a fuzzy little face appeared in Eric's sight. He could hear himself panting heavily, and heard the familiar voice calling him anxiously over and over again.

It's crazy.

You can see her even if you get drunk.

Eric bent his arms over his eyes, his nose was bleeding, his body was covered in wounds from the fight, and he was in a mess.

Seeing her coming, Jem quickly withdrew his hands and stood aside panting heavily, "Stop torturing him, Sera, and make it clear to him, don't let things become irreparable."

He left Eric with Sela anyway, and walked away over the shards of wine bottles.

Sera bit her lip and squatted down beside the embarrassed boy.

"Eric."

She grabbed his hand that was hanging on the side, and slowly clenched it, "Look at me."

"Eric."

His arm covering his eyelids was finally willing to move away, and his eyes were on her worried face, which slowly became clear.

The strong body sat up from the ruins, causing the broken piano to become even more broken.

"Sierra."

He withdrew his hand sharply, holding her injured ankle instead.

"You are hurt?"

This action made Sierra almost sit on the ground, and she quickly comforted Eric, "No, a little scratch."

He was obviously very drunk, but he immediately hugged her by the waist.

"I'll take you to deal with it."

His footsteps were very unsteady, and he tried to hold her to stabilize his body, his body was full of alcohol.

Sera hugged his neck tightly, pressing her face against his neck, "Eric, shall we go home?"