"Erik, I love your body." She pressed her hand against the dent in the muscle lines of Eric's chest, and the ambiguous words began to flow without hesitation, "Can I take a closer look?" ”

"You're too drunk." Eric grabbed her hand, and where the delicate fingers had just been slashed, there was a fire that was even more fierce than a campfire, and his heart trembled.

He tried his best to control his sanity and pulled her away.

"You'll regret it when you wake up."

"Regret what? Can't you touch it? Serra's eyes were blurred, wondering why he pushed her away.

The girl in front of her had a red face, her eyes were seductive, the skirt with a round neck and sloppy shoulders would slip a lot, and the beautiful collarbones and unconcealed white skin made Eric's breathing difficult.

He couldn't take his eyes off her at all.

Seeing that Eric was still indifferent, Serra blinked sluggishly, nodded his head in disappointment, and said, "Okay, I won't touch you in the future, I'm sorry." ”

She tried to pull her hand back from his palm, wrapping her palm and clenching it subconsciously.

Eric hesitated and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay just this time?" ”

I don't know if I said this to Serra or to myself.

"Once? All right. Serra nodded blankly.

He finally couldn't resist the temptation to hug the person back to his chest again, his fingers touched her round shoulders, and his voice was hoarse, "We are friends, I will be generous." ”

Be generous and share your body with her.

Sierra put her arms around his waist and hugged his broad back muscles, and smiled contentedly with her drunken little face, "Sure enough, you look best if you don't wear anything." ”

“...”

"Serra," Eric looked down helplessly, "I didn't know you would be like this when you got drunk. ”

"Really? In fact, there are more excessive. ”

In the name of drunkenness, she raised her head and blocked the young man's lips with the strong smell of wine.

The girl's soft lips were gently touched, Eric's pupils contracted violently, he didn't know what it was like, like tens of thousands of flowers blooming from the body, every cell was screaming for love to break the ground and sprout, feelings flowed wildly along the blood, and the beating speed of the whole heart exceeded the normal beating range of human beings.

Serra's waist was tightened by the hot palm, and she knew that she couldn't be too aggressive, so she took Eric's lips away when she saw that she was good, but as soon as she tilted her head back, he slapped the back of her head and pressed it back.

The soft touch of a marshmallow turned into a heavy kiss, and things developed into an inseparable entanglement.

The drunken werewolves and the woman saw the two standing by the campfire, kissing each other as if no one was there in the night.

The sound of heathing in his ears grew louder and louder, and Jem craned his neck and even let out a wolf's roar, which was loud through the forest and down a bird perched on a tree.

When Sierra was about to lose her legs, her head was dizzy from the suffocation and drunkenness of the plunder, she hung Eric as a pillar and let him carry him to Fanny's house.

Fanny stood at the door of her room, raised her eyebrows, and said, "I thought you were going to take people back to your house." ”

"I'm not going to do that." Eric replied in a hoarse voice.

"You've done it, you've done what you need to do, and you're just one last bit away." Fanny chuckled, "It's better to take advantage of other people's drunkenness." ”

Eric ignored her, and carefully carried the sleeping girl into the house and put her on the bed, "Sierra may vomit if she drinks too much, you take care of her." ”

Fanny leaned against the door and looked into the dark room, where her innocent brother was crouching beside the bed and carefully helping the girl take off her shoes and cover the quilt.

She asked, "Eric, do you really like Annahi like her sister?" ”

Eric turned back and warned, "You'd better not let Sierra hear that." ”

"It's not me, I heard it today when I was selling meat at the bottom of the mountain." Fanny straightened up and folded her hands around her chest, "There's a lot of news on the street about you hooking up with the two daughters of the Count of Lizzie's family, even more than before. ”

Eric frowned deeply, "Who the hell is spreading these nonsense rumors, nothing has ever happened to me and Annahi. ”

Fanny warned, "I don't care how many girls you like, but don't get entangled with two nobles at the same time, you know it's a problem for us, and once they know what the consequences are, they will fear you and welcome death." ”

Perhaps thinking that her words were too harsh, she softened her tone and said, "You settle this matter, Master Lizzie will not want his two daughters to be involved with werewolves." ”

Eric stood up and walked to the door, and glanced at Fanny, "I'll fix it, but Sierra is my friend." ”

Seeing him walk away, Fanny repeated the word friend meaninglessly, and raised the corners of her lips, "Bad excuse." ”

The bonfire in the clearing was gradually extinguished, the wood ashes were swept up by the breeze, and the sky gradually turned blue-black.

...

The hangover felt bad, and although she controlled her intake, her delicate body reacted badly after drinking.

Splitting headaches.

Serra slowly sat up from the bed with her head in her hands, hissing out of her mouth.

She touched her hot lips with her fingers, and found that Eric's yesterday was really excessive, and his mouth was broken.

"Let's go down the hill with a cup of coffee." Fanny came over with the cup in her hand, pinching her nose with one hand, and her voice sounded weird, "You vomited twice in a row yesterday, it stinks, how could I resist throwing you out." ”

Serra held the coffee in both hands, glanced at the clean sheets and carpet, and the bitter taste of coffee beans on the tip of her nose, "Does it smell?" ”

She cleaned it so cleanly.

"Well, it stinks, if I knew it wouldn't go away for a few days, I should have returned you to Eric." Fanny said in disgust, her face was really bad.

Thinking that their sense of smell was more sensitive, Serra took a sip of coffee and smiled awkwardly, the corners of her lips curled a little wider, and she hurriedly took it back in pain, "Thank you last night." ”

Eric came in looking normal, but Serra could tell that there was no undulation under his black vest, which was clinging to his flesh, and that he was holding his breath...

She put the coffee cup down, trying to ignore the strange feeling that she was a smelly body, put on the socks he had brought and slipped into her leather shoes, and slept in a long skirt that reached her ankles and crumpled all night.

Serra stroked the hem of her skirt casually, "You're sending me down the mountain?" ”

"I'll leave after breakfast." Eric said softly, his eyes always peeking at her broken lips, shy and guilty in his heart.

Serra nodded as if nothing had happened, and followed him out the door.

"Does your head still hurt?" He asked.

"It's okay, I can walk a good road." Serra rubbed her temples, feeling like she could take it.

"Yesterday..."Eric saw that there was nothing wrong with her emotions, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you remember anything?" ”