Serra glanced at Annancy inside the glass door, and she had somehow stood in the doorway, staring intently at what was happening on the balcony outside.

She suddenly tugged at the collar of Roshill's expensive shirt, "All I want?" ”

"Then I want you." Soft enough to close to a sweet murmur, with the sound of a girl's rapid heartbeat.

Sierra stood on tiptoe and kissed the two cold lips with her soft, warm lips.

Taking advantage of Roshill's frozenness, she quickly ended a kiss and bent over from the crook of his arm, breathing heavily, "It's a lie, I think my sister Annahi is more suitable to work for you." ”

Watching her run away, Rosehill touched her lips with an unpredictable expression.

Serra rushed back to the room, the cold kiss still looping in her head.

It was a bold move, but she couldn't think of any better way to end the topic of death that had just happened.

Rosehill looked at her and really wanted to gnaw her on the spot, if she really worked for him, her skin would dry the next day.

He should have paid more attention to Anna Xi after the whole dinner, she was able to completely block his mind reading, which was more worthy of his attention.

What went wrong? Causing him to keep an eye on her all night?

When the dinner was over, Serra leaned against the window and looked at the Duke as he was about to get in the car and leave, he noticed her gaze, and lifted his eyelids to look at it, and there was an undercurrent in his dark eyes.

Her face flushed, and she looked away for a moment.

Little by little, the lights in the manor went out, and the servants cleaned up and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Annahi sat alone in front of her bed looking through the strategy system, which had been around since she was 15 years old.

She knew their special identity from the beginning, and she was given by the system to shield Roshill's voice, immune to the charm of Rossied, and get Eric's affection.

Every day, she can choose to see the movements of any of the three men, and she can see how much they like to her.

Annahi was waiting for the moment when they all appeared next to her, she had always thought that they were her destiny, and that she would unleash all her charm for a perfect encounter.

But today, the duke, who can allow her to live a worry-free life for a lifetime, finally stepped into her hometown, but she was ruthlessly closed.

The image of Serra kissing Roshill flashed to her mind, and Annahi kicked the quilt with a gloomy expression.

This is not how things should go.

Sierra had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, humming a little song and faintly heard a voice calling outside the window.

"Serra."

"Serra..."

It's Eric's juvenile voice who is still in the period of voice change.

Serra suppressed her snort, looked down at herself in a bathrobe, and quietly ripped her V-neckline a little.

She went to the window and pushed it open to look down, and found Eric standing alone on the lawn below, his shadow pulled by the moonlight.

Sierra leaned against the window and whispered in surprise, "Eric! How did you end up here. ”

Eric looked up to see the girl's shoulders half exposed, a large area under the collarbone exposed, and water droplets from between the strands of hair flowed down the neck into the V-neckline.

The beautiful appearance made him shake his head, and he reluctantly looked away like a gentleman, "I didn't know that you were taking a bath, I just wanted to make sure you weren't safe." ”

Originally, he was about to ride to the door of the house, and remembering Serra's sad expression when they parted, he couldn't help but run down to look at her secretly.

Serra noticed that she was not dressed very properly, and whispered with her hands on the hem of her chest, "What is wrong with me, the servants at home are here." ”

Thinking of something, her expression darkened, "Annahi is also fine, I forgot to tell her about keeping my distance from the duke, can I tell her tomorrow?" ”

"No, Serra, I didn't come specifically for that." Eric touched his short black hair against his scalp and defended himself, "I came specifically for you." ”

Serra was stunned, "Me?" ”

He nodded, his clear eyes full of sincerity.

Serra bit her lip and opened the windows on both sides to the maximum, "Then are you going to come up?" ”

"What?" This time it was Eric's turn to be shocked, he thought that Serra would be more unrestrained, but he didn't think it would be unrestrained.

His whole body began to get hot, and his breathing was messed up, "No, you're fine, I'm going back now." ”

"It's been too long for you to get back from here until morning." Serra pointed to the iron drain next to her and whispered, "Come up and sleep on the floor, tomorrow you will slip away before the servant wakes up to work." ”

"I'll go to the hotel in town." Eric shook his head in refusal.

"One night's accommodation is not cheap, you don't spend money indiscriminately."

Seeing that he was hesitating, Serra urged softly, "Eric, hurry up." ”

In the end, the red-eared werewolf boy used his strong wheat-colored limbs to crawl into the girl's boudoir under the moonlight.

Serra had just bathed in the scented bath of roses, and the whole bedroom was filled with the fragrance of her body.

Eric stood by the window and glanced at the dresser next to him, with its off-white leather stool.

He whispered, "I'll sit and rest." ”

Unlike when she couldn't sleep in the same room with him, it was hard for him to control himself from seeing her.

Serra went into the bathroom and changed into a nightdress, rubbed her arms, which were frozen after the wind, and took a blanket and threw it to him, "Sleep under the bed, a fluffy carpet will be warmer." ”

Eric's gaze swept over her exposed white calves, and his eyes darkened, "Aren't you really afraid of what I'm doing?" ”

Sierra looked at him strangely, "We're friends, what are you afraid of?" ”

Eric walked to the side of the bed, looked at the girl sitting in the quilt, and leaned over to her: "Do you do this to every friend?"

His heart suddenly became a little blocked.

Serra threw a pillow into his arms, "I only have one friend, you, and only to you. ”

Eric grabbed his pillow and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

"Serra, are you asleep?"

Annahi's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

The two people in the room were shocked, and the moment they saw the doorknob turning, Serra jumped up and lifted the quilt and pulled Eric's arm, "Come up!" ”

She lowered the curtain on the four-poster bed as fast as she could, and Eric was forced to take off his shoes and throw them under the bed, and the whole person got into her bed and curled up.

The girl's scented body was close at hand, her fair and smooth calves overlapping his, and Eric's heart was pounding.

The sight of being caught by the cheat was equally irritating to Serra, and she could feel Eric's short hair piercing her thighs through her nightdress, and the tickling sensation made her can't help but reach in and touch his face.