Jem responded: "Probably just temporary residence. ”

"They're going to hunt on our territory?" Eric asked.

"The capital's vampires are never vegetarians." Gail jumped off the roof lightly, "They smell us, they won't set foot in our territory, let's go back first." ”

At midnight, several werewolves who had observed the situation ran back into the mountains.

Eric entered the bedroom, the gas lamp on the table was still bright, the girl who belonged to him was lying on her side, the blanket covered her calf, the long dark brown hair poured from the bed to the floor, the delicate arms stretched out of the bed and hung in the air, and the peaceful sleeping face was as beautiful as an angel painting.

Eric, who enjoyed the visual impact, suddenly covered his chest, and his hot heart under his thick skin beat violently.

He never imagined that one day, an angel would descend on his bed.

The cold breeze from the door poured into the bedroom, and Serra seemed to be aware of it, and her curled eyelashes trembled and opened her eyes, staring at the blurred figure in front of her in a daze.

"Eric?" The sleepy girl's voice is sweet and sweet.

The bedroom door closed quietly, and Eric leaned over to the bed, his dark voice in the voice changer was soft, "Sleep, Serra." ”

"Hmm." Her cheek rubbed against the pillow he used to sleep on, and she closed her eyes again in peace.

Eric carefully lowered her exposed arm back on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

The gas lights went out in the bedroom, and he took a blanket and lay down on the floor.

As it was almost morning, Serra rolled over and hung half out of the bed, and she opened a slight slit in her eyes to see a handsome young man sleeping on the floor with his hands behind his head.

As soon as an idea comes to mind, the body rushes to action.

"Bang!"

Serra rolled up the quilt and fell out of bed, and Eric was caught off guard by her, and the two of them snorted at the same time.

"Hmm..."

She lay on his chest, her whole body curled up.

Eric reached out and grabbed her, and sat up with one hand on the floor, "Serra..."

His tone was full of helplessness, "Where did you fall?" ”

"Hands." Her languid voice cried, "Hit the floor." ”

Her tears were about to come out of the pain.

There was a sigh overhead, and Eric tilted his head back and slammed the back of his head against the wall, "You can't be honest when you sleep, and Jem won't do that." ”

Serra rose from his chest, teary eyes watching him in the darkness.

Eric's heart trembled instantly, and he grabbed her waist and easily carried her back to the bed, "Which hand?" ”

Plugged out her left hand, and the hot hand in the dark grasped the back of her hand and rubbed it gently.

"The bones are not broken, nothing is wrong." Eric whispered.

Sierra grabbed his hand as he was about to leave, worried, "What about you?" Just pressed you. ”

"It's okay, let's sleep again." Eric grunted, the roots of his ears turning red again in the darkness.

"That's good." Serra then withdrew her hand and lay down in peace.

She soon fell asleep again, but Eric, who was sitting on the floor against the wall, lost all sleepiness, and the faint scent of a girl lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time, disturbing his mind.

He had never had so much intimacy with a girl in just a few days, hugging, holding hands, kissing, sleeping in a room.

His best friend, Annahi, is also limited to chatting with each other through the fence, because she always keeps her distance from him as a nobleman, and Serra...

Eric couldn't help but roll his eyes to look at the soft bed above him, and the girl turned over to the edge of the bed again, pressing her hand under her cheek, and her lips opened slightly to make a shallow breathing sound.

His eyes softened, and his fingers hooked a strand of her loose hair, wrapping it around his fingertips and playing with it.

Serra woke up in the morning, refreshed, and Eric's handsome face was covered with a layer of gray under his eyes, and he didn't seem to have slept well.

He brought her dress, which had dried yesterday, "Change your clothes, Annahi will be there by the afternoon at the latest." ”

"Okay."

She put on her long black velvet dress, put her hair neatly on the back of her head, cleaned up and walked out.

Eric was chopping wood in the courtyard outside the house, and when he looked up to see her coming with a smile on her face, he subconsciously put down his axe.

"It's not bad, is it?" Serra spun around in front of him, "Isn't it embarrassing?" ”

"It's beautiful." Eric's praise was sincere, he had never seen a beautiful girl like her, he had never met a nobleman like her who was not recommended to be close to him, he had never seen ...

Serra's smile deepened, "That's good, I believe in good friends." ”

Eric hooked his lips and saw her come closer, his little white hand on his wheat-colored arm in a stark shade.

"I didn't sleep very well, don't mind last night." Serra apologized quietly, and her face was a little red.

Eric thought she was cute and said in a relaxed tone, "We're friends and I don't mind." ”

Serra withdrew her hand, and the two went to the public dining room for breakfast side by side.

At present, the favorability of the three male protagonists should have been brushed, and as far as the beginning of this new chapter is concerned, her luck is good.

The winding path on the mountain could not be carried by the car, so Eric went to the stable to lead a horse and prepared to take Serra down the mountain.

Before leaving, she ran to the edge of the cliff to take a look, and the magnificent sea was calm.

Losheed had vanished without a trace since she was rescued, though Serra was confident they would soon see each other again.

Eric lifted her to the horse and sat down before turning over and carrying her down the mountain.

Serra sat on his side with the whole body pressed against his chest, his fingers clutching a piece of cotton and linen clothing.

The boy's steaming embrace resisted the chill of the jungle.

"Eric."

"What?"

"I don't really want to go back." Sierra whispered.

The reluctance in her voice slowed Eric to his feet.

"Why?"

"I don't have a mother anymore, my father's mistress gave birth to a child before my mother, and there is no place for me in the family where they have been together for decades."

Unwilling to let Eric see her sadness, Serra turned her face away and buried it in his chest.

Eric's pain of losing her mother can empathize, but she can only overcome the complicated family relationships on her own.

He took the reins and let go of one that was holding her waist and whispered comfortingly, "You must learn to be strong, I believe in you." ”

"You're the first friend I've ever made here." Serra lifted her face and looked at me hopefully, "You'll come to see me often." ”

Eric couldn't refuse the weak face that was about to burst into tears, and he promised, "Yes." ”

A dark green vintage car is parked on a gravel path down the hill.

Annahi got out of the car when she heard the neighing of the horses, and when she saw the young man galloping on horseback, her eyes lit up at first, and then she was quickly stunned.