He patted his tail in response.

Serra walked to the door, turned around and pointed to her neck and said, "You can't kiss my ear and neck like you did last night, that's not right Losheed." ”

The mermaid sitting in the haystack recalls the memory of sitting on her skin and kissing repeatedly, and the longing for her legs grows stronger.

"Got it."

His muffled response came from the tank.

Serra then left satisfied.

She returned to the bedroom, where the servant had cleaned up the messy room, everything was back in its original place, and the carpet and bedding and sheets had been brand new.

She hurriedly asked, "Is it the time for Orion to come and deliver meat today?" ”

"Yes, Miss, it's dawn now, he should have sent it early."

Serra lifted her nightdress and took it off as she rushed to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower, right now." ”

"Are you going out? What about clothes? ”

Sierra shouted in the bathroom, "Option black!" Don't be too cumbersome. ”

After taking a bath, the red marks on her neck had not disappeared, and she barely covered them with powder, and hurriedly put on the clothes prepared by the servants.

Even if Serra sped up her shower and dress, more than half an hour had passed by the time she ran downstairs to the back door.

It happened that two servants who were dehairing the game were talking.

"Miss Annahi is grounded."

"She deserves to be grounded and play with a hunter every day."

Ignoring them, Serra hurriedly stood up to say hello when they spotted her, and walked around to the back door.

Straddled his horse, Eric was in a bare open space in front of the door, his eyes fixed on the closed black wooden door in a clean houndstooth long-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants, a pair of mud-stained brown boots and pedaling.

Serra adjusts her breathing and turns the handle.

The moment the door opened, Eric, who was hanging his head, suddenly came to his senses, and his excited and expectant eyes crashed into her eyes.

For a split second, Serra felt like she saw a wolfhound wagging its tail at her.

She stood under the porch and waved at him, hesitantly calling out, "Eric." ”

The happy boy quickly turned over and dismounted, and walked briskly towards her.

Serra took the initiative to descend a few steps and walked in front of him, her white and slender neck slightly raised, and she raised a clean and bright little face.

"Good morning, Serra."

Eric jerked closer to find that the dress she was wearing today had a low neckline, and a large white lace crewneck barely hooked her shoulders, revealing a large area of thin, white skin.

His heart almost hit his chest with a hard beat, and his eyes became extremely unnatural, "I... I thought you were mad at me and wouldn't go hunting with me. ”

He tilted his head and touched his hair with his hand, and his ears were red.

"I didn't think you would come, but—" Serra hesitated, "I decided to come out and have a look." ”

"Serra, I—" Eric tried to explain, but she immediately interrupted, "We're friends, you don't have to explain to me who you're with every day." ”

Eric's handsome face, which had just come out of the haze and revealed the sun, suddenly froze, and his mood also fell, "Yes." ”

He really didn't need to explain anything, they had always been good friends.

"I'll go to the stable, you wait for me." Serra smiled at him.

The shiny black steed was put on a lady's side saddle, and Serra easily mounted the horse, snapping her right leg into the saddle bridge at the front of the saddle, and pedaling with her left foot, pulling the reins and slowly swinging out of the stable.

She didn't know anything about riding a horse on her side before, but the muscle memory that belonged to this body could control this skill very well, but she didn't know how this muscle memory was not good for dancing.

"You really don't need me with you?" Joey asked again and again.

"No, I'll be back in the evening."

When the maiden arrived, Eric followed her on horseback, "Gail and Robinson invite you to dinner in the evening. ”

"Okay, I'd like to talk to them too." Serra tightened her reins and ran, "Just dinner with the prey we struck." ”

Seeing that she was running fast, Eric glanced back at the manor and quickly followed.

The werewolf tribe was hidden deep in the forest, and Sera went out without a gun, and after slowing down into the jungle, Eric handed her a small one.

"Will you use it?"

Sierra shook her head honestly, "No. ”

Eric chuckled and withdrew his pistol, "I'll teach you?" ”

Serra nodded, and saw him turn over and dismount and reach out to her, she hesitated for a moment, but chose to let him carry her down.

The limp body pressed into his chest, and Eric subconsciously clenched the hand on her waist.

In the leafy jungle, mossy rotten trees staggered to the ground, hiding half of the figures embracing each other in the forest.

Serra noticed that he hadn't let go of himself for a long time, and whispered, "Eric, I'm already on the ground." ”

Eric tightened her waist tighter, "I met Annahi on the road that day in Marseille, and she invited me to see Marseille, saying that you are there too. ”

Serra didn't say a word, and listened to the young man continue to explain: "I wanted to come to you, but I saw you with the Duke who hates us, you..."

His words paused, his head hanging to her ear, visibly lowered, "You seem to be very close, and Annahi wants me to send her home after the game, so I agreed." ”

The young man's immature emotions tend to get out of control, and Sierra understands what he does.

"I was talking to Duke Rosehill about being knocked out of his bag on the top of his head, didn't you read the newspaper not long ago? I framed Lady Josie for the injuries I had bumped, and I wanted the Duke of Rosehill to keep it a secret for me, and that's all. ”

Listening to Serra's lack of reservation in telling him about the bad things she had done, Eric was a little surprised, but did not criticize her character, "I know, but why did you do this?" ”

"Lady Josie wants to marry her father as soon as possible." Serra lowered her forehead on his thick shoulders and said sadly, "How long has Mom been dead?" I don't want him to get married so soon. ”

Eric could hear the fragility in her tone, and his heart was soft and painful, "You did the right thing. ”

Even if Serra said that she had killed Josie at this moment, he thought he would praise her in an appreciative tone.

"And Duke Rosehill has agreed to my request and has become friends with me, and I think you can try to get along."

When she said this, Serra herself found it sarcastic.

Eric let out a soft grunt from his nostrils, "He? Friend? No way. ”

The disgust and contempt in his tone was no less than that of Roshill towards them.

Serra felt that it would be better to let the two meet less in the future, so she changed the subject at the right time, "Do you still want to eat cake with me?" ”

"You always interrupted me yesterday." Eric sighed softly, "Of course I want to eat cake with you." ”