Roshill's lips were still cold, like jelly chilled in the refrigerator, exuding a faint fragrance of roses after rain, and people were intoxicated.

He lowered his eyes to the girl who was close at hand, and heard her describe her lips as rose-flavored sweet jelly, and his rotten heart came to life again.

As the girl tried to pry his lips open further, Rose Hill finally couldn't help but take her waist and press her back into her seat.

"What are you doing?" His cold voice finally had a hint of abnormal emotional ups and downs.

Serra licked her lips and looked at the masterpiece that was wet with her gnaw, with a serious face, "You hurt my head to be long, and I will charge you a little compensation for the damage." ”

He hooked her chin and sneered, "Really? So that's a special way for you to collect compensation from everybody? ”

Serra shook her head and lied seriously, "No, I'm only special to you. ”

Ross Hill narrowed his eyes and looked scrutinized.

"You won't like me, what's wrong with me kissing you? And it won't cause you any burden. ”

Serra looked away weakly, twisted her hands together, and her voice became quieter and quieter, "Besides, it was indeed your arm that hit me, so I charged a little 'medical fee'." ”

Such a reasoned hooligan, such a shameless woman, Alding has not seen many people from the 14th century to the 19th century, most of them have broken their necks when they move their mouths, she is really the only luck.

Rosshill's pretty face was rarely speechless, and he slowly withdrew his hand and turned his head to look ahead without saying a word.

He must have been speechless by his rogue attitude.

Serra lifted the corner of her lips and touched the top of her hair with her hand, and lowered her hand with a twisted face.

It was true that the bones did not hurt, but the bulging was inevitable.

It really hurts, it hurts her, and his muscle groups must be made of stones.

Hearing Serra's inner cry of pain and complaining, Rose Hill unconsciously glanced back at her, and the porcelain white fingers that took off his leather gloves touched the arm she had just hit.

Unlike a vampire, her muscles are as hard as a diamond, and her body is as fragile as a flower stem...

Roshill lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Just make amends." ”

Serra turned her head in surprise when she heard him suddenly say this, "Huh? ”

The handsome vampire looked at her and calmly repeated: "That kiss, compensation for you." ”

Serra was dumbfounded for a moment before silently bowing her head against her blushing face.

It's strange that he was willing to cooperate with her...

The atmosphere in the carriage became ambiguous, and from time to time Alding looked into the rearview mirror, and was almost as surprised as she was at Serra's masterpiece.

It only took a few hours for Oldin to run a few times around the city to find the church, not to mention that this was not the first time he and his master had landed on this land, and he knew where the old holy church was.

Their car didn't turn around and go home in the end.

The chapel in the center of the town is a place frequented by people from the lower levels.

A row of stained glass windows huddled in the center of the columns let in light and brightness throughout the room, and the solid wood benches were empty.

They missed the morning prayer time.

Sierra was still worried about Rosshill, and as soon as he stepped out of the car with her, he was bathed in sunlight.

He doesn't sparkle like a diamond as depicted in the novel, but his excessively pale skin and pale cyan dark circles are noticeable enough.

Serra didn't know what kind of damage the ultraviolet rays in the light mist would cause him, and he didn't have any precursors of disappearing, and he still looked indifferent.

"Have you ever been here?" She took the initiative to stir up the conversation.

"Nope." Ross Hill replied, his eyes faintly mocking.

A soulless corpse is not accepted by God, and he can do nothing but come in and kill.

"Hi, Serra?"

A deliberately suppressed girl's voice came from the back.

Serra turned away, her eyes confused.

Seeing that she had forgotten about herself, the other party immediately added familiarly: "I was also there last time I played golf at Mawson Manor." ”

Originally, she didn't hope to get to the Duke here, but she was really lucky.

Serra raised an eyebrow and reacted, "Oh, I remember you." ”

"It's a surprise to meet you and the Duke here." The girl stepped forward and bowed to Rose Hill with a blushing face.

Serra smirked, "It was quite unexpected. ”

"Where's Annahi? She's not here? I remember her as your guide. She asked curiously.

Sierra glanced at Rosehill and suddenly noticed that his cheeks were a little unusually red.

The light through the stained glass windows illuminated his face?

He didn't look like a bloody man.

Serra withdrew her gaze without a trace, turned to the girl and said, "Guide? Not really. ”

"That's what she said," the girl was stunned.

"I just went along to cater to her face." Serra said to her apologetically, "My trip with the Duke was already handled by his servant Oldin, and my sister was not involved. ”

"I see." The girl's eyes flickered, and then she recommended herself, "I don't think a servant of the capital will be familiar with the history of the church here, so why don't I come..."

"No, I have something to do, let's talk next time we play golf."

Serra grabbed Roshill's hand, "Let's go." ”

Her steps were fast, and she hurriedly pulled people to the car outside.

The girl, who had only brushed her face once in front of the duke, stamped her foot, "Stingy." ”

Serra pulled the man back into the car without any resistance, and she used the curtains to block the windows tightly so that no light could leak in before turning around.

Rose Hill made a gesture in one go, and just as her lips were about to ask, a pair of small hands held his face, and then a beautiful little face full of worry came over.

Her sudden approach made him frown uncomfortably, "Serra, what are you doing?" ”

His well-defined face was pale and smooth like porcelain, and there were barely visible pores, let alone red marks.

Serra, who was observing up close, raised her eyebrows, "Huh? ”

"What's going on?" She leaned in a little closer.

Rosehill took her wrist with one hand, his dark eyes staring at her, "What's going on?" ”

"Just here." She rubbed her uncaught fingers against his cheek and said seriously, "Sunburned." ”

"I thought you were burned by the sun." Serra exhaled, and looked glad again, "I was wrong, a false alarm." ”

Rosshill's eyes sank, and he grabbed her two wrists and pushed the girl's delicate body into the back seat of the leather.

Serra was caught off guard by his body, and a cold breath spilled on her cheeks, and her heart tightened.