When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and getting dark, she now just had to let go of everything, take a walk around the second-class cabin, and then go back to Meimei to sleep.

Betty greeted her at the door of the entertainment card room, and it was very lively.

"Serra, are you cured with a cold?"

"Nope."

She had a ruddy complexion and really didn't look sick.

"I heard you waltzed with the Duke yesterday." Betty grabbed her arm, "He's playing cards in there, let's go say hello." ”

"Don't fight, sleep." Serra tried to break free, but her legs just took a step back, and her back hit two small hands that pushed her back, and she was pushed directly into the card room by Betty's strength.

In the spacious room, there is a four-person card table every four or five meters, and the smoke of mixed cigarettes is strong, and a few open female stars playing with men frequently attract the eyes of the aristocratic ladies around them.

Inside, a scarlet wool carpet was laid out by the window, and four men and a lady sat at the card table, with the duke in a black suit on the left side of the printed wall.

He withdrew his black gloves, held an 'athlete's cigarette' between his pale fingers with a few rings, and his black eyes were half-drooping, and he watched indifferently at the process of shuffling cards in the center.

They just finished a round.

Playing cards with him, isn't this a clear foul?

As soon as Serra had subconsciously finished thinking about it, she felt that it was going to be bad.

Betty pulled her in and went to a table on her own, pushed her back by the two girls she had rolled her eyes last night, and they had forced her to the table where Rosehill was.

"Dad, I'll play with Lily for a while."

The red-haired girl bends down to greet the middle-aged man at the card table.

The maiden named Lily tugged at Serra's hand and bowed to the man who was standing tall, "Duke." ”

Serra was forced to salute with a crouch, her brown eyes looking up at him.

Beautiful and vivid girlish colors, gorgeous like oil paintings on the wall.

The empty and quiet voice of his mind, his mind-reading skills failed again.

The ash from the burning cigarette fell into the vat, and Roshill spun his fingers to extinguish, "Come and sit, Serra." ”

Lily's expression stiffened, and Serra followed suit.

She wants to go back to sleep, she wants to go back to sleep, she wants to go back to sleep...

The voice came back to his ears again, and Rosehill picked up the martini in his hand and placed it in front of her.

"Are you sleepy?"

Serra, who had just sat down next to him, pursed her lips and shook her head, "I'm not sleepy, I can stay with you for a while." ”

If it weren't for the bad women who brought her here, she would have gone to bed.

Her duplicity made Rose Hill raise her eyebrows, and she glanced at the two girls sitting down opposite to watch the cards together.

"They brought you." He tilted his head and looked cold.

The breath in her ears was cool, and the whispers that belonged to only the two of them made Serra blush inexplicably, and she whispered to him, "You saw that?" ”

He didn't answer, and a new round of card games began.

The interaction between the two almost made Lily angry, her eyes lit up, and she talked to her partner who was watching the cards diagonally opposite, "Dad has bought a new big villa in the capital, which is being renovated, and will come to me to play in the summer next year." ”

"How many acres of land did you buy? Can you hunt and play baseball? "The redhead is interested.

"Absolutely, Dad bought it for my pleasure."

The daughter's touting delighted the middle-aged nobleman at the table.

Lily's gaze swept over the duke, consciously or unconsciously, and the girl beside him who was dozing off with a wine glass.

The conversation that openly and secretly sarcastically sarcastically said that Serra was a poor man, and she didn't listen to a word, but complained in her heart that the other side was like two peacocks with a courtship on the screen.

She lowered her head and took a sip of the wine sent by Rose Hill, a spicy spicy rush to her head, she slammed her wit, coughed so hard that she silently complained in her heart that it was so spicy, did his mouth lose its sense of taste.

Three of the five times Rose Hill was paying attention to the girl next to him.

Her bizarre thoughts rang and went out, and he had a hard time pulling his thoughts back from her head.

Serra put down her glass and got up and said, "I'm going to lie down in the bathroom." ”

She's going to rinse her mouth and never drink this again next time.

Roshill pauses and looks up at her.

The girl's long dark brown hair was simply coiled up, and her neck was exposed, and the cyan arteries were rhythmically pact in front of his eyes.

Rosehill rolled her throat and suddenly noticed that her drunken smell was distinctive.

The rich sweet aroma mixes with the flavor of martini, like a Damascus pink rose.

Spicy and sweet.

The bottomless dark eyes refracted a strange dark red under the warm lamp.

Sierra casually looked back at him, her cannibalistic eyes like beasts in the ravines creeping her bones.

She hurried into the bathroom, all she could think about was the horror of being sucked to a dry corpse.

This damn death setting is doomed, and her blood is a good little dessert for him.

Betty at the other table received Lily's look, and the three of them got up and followed Sierra to the bathroom.

Betty stood guard at the door to stop the ladies who were about to come in to use the bathroom, and there were only three of them in the spacious bathroom.

As soon as Serra walked to the sink to wash her face and refresh herself, she heard the sound of the outer door locking.

She looked through the mirror and looked at the two people standing behind her, "Do you want to be with me when you go to the bathroom?" ”

"Serra, don't be so shameless to seduce the Duke." Lily's face was gloomy.

Serra wiped her hands with a tissue, turned around and said, "Didn't you forcibly drag me over to look at the cards?" Now annoyed and angry? ”

"He's mine." Lily stepped forward and tightened her grip on her arm, her slender nails digging into her flesh through the fabric, an unforeseen punch slamming into her lower abdomen.

Serra arched her waist in pain, broke away from Lily's hand with her backhand, grabbed her neck under her shocked gaze, and turned to slam her face on the sink.

The sound of the bridge of the nose hitting the countertop was crisp, and the girl's screaming voice was pulled up by Sera to cover her mouth as soon as she came out.

She stared viciously at the red-haired girl who wanted to come forward to help, "Girls can't play violence with each other. ”

With that, Sierra pushed Lily onto her, and the two in heavy dresses staggered to the ground.

"Today is an exception."

Just because the fear of the past few days was in urgent need of emotional venting, Serra didn't stop there, she savagely pounced on the two girls who fell together, and punched them several times in the abdomen.

Hearing the wailing movement inside, Betty opened the door and entered, and was stunned by the scene in front of her.

"Serra! How dare you beat the marquis's daughter! ”

"Didn't you acquiesce? The elbow crutche went to someone's house. Serra raised her eyes, her pretty face full of ferocity.

She is not a little girl raised by aristocrats, she is an abandoned baby who is about to freeze to death on the streets of London, and she is a wild child who was adopted by a welfare agency and has grown up to the present without being bullied by fists.