The sanitary facilities were in a private room on the second floor, and Serra was about to walk in, and Annahi, who was holding her arm, wanted to follow in.

She was a little speechless, "Are you so interested in my personal hygiene?" Or do you come first? ”

Annahi also felt that her actions were a bit excessive, so she shook off her hand, "I'll go first, you wait for me at the door." ”

Serra submissively stepped back and urged, "You better hurry, I'm sick to my stomach." ”

"Got it."

Two minutes later the bathroom door was opened, "Serra, you can..."

Annahi's expression changed, "Serra! Where have you been? ”

The door was empty, and the people who were supposed to be lining up outside to go to the toilet were missing.

The call from downstairs Serra ignored it, and walked slowly along the corridor covered with oil paintings.

It has to be said that delicate vampires will create a sense of gloomy and wealthy atmosphere no matter where they are.

On the walls of these characteristic stones, there are paintings of the conquests of the empire for unknown centuries.

There are soldiers with swords to cut off the heads of their enemies, civilians are pierced through the top-sharpened wood in the setting sun, and there are generals standing at the top of piles of bones, wearing majestic white-scale armor and red cloaks.

"What are you looking for?" Flat voices appeared in the empty and dark corridor, adding a bit of gloom.

Serra withdrew her gaze from the painting and instead looked at a black wooden door that was open.

Rosehill leaned against the door, his hands clasped to his chest, his neatly combed back blonde hair and delicate face standing out in the darkness.

"Looking for you." She turned and walked over, "Daddy said you were hurt, I have to come and see it." ”

The girl's little hand in the pocket of her coat reached out and grasped his bandaged hand familiarly.

The warm temperature made Roshill's cold fingers twitch.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Serra pulled his bandage knot with her fingers, "But who are you fooling, you were so good when you hugged me at that time, why did you lie?" ”

He lowered his eyes and let the fingers pull at his bandages, "You don't think I'm going to get hurt?" ”

The first time everyone came was to comfort his injuries, only she questioned as soon as she came up, is this a woman's performance that likes herself?

He was skeptical.

As the bandages scattered, the skinny fingers exposed underneath were intact, the joints protruded, and the pale and beautiful.

Serra curled the corners of her lips, her fingertips wrapped around the untied bandage, and looked up at him, "At that time, you carried me out, and when you pinched my waist, you were very powerful, and I could feel your body temperature and fingers through your clothes." ”

Rosshill followed her words and looked down to her waist, which was hidden by her coat, which was wide and empty.

"That's it?"

"Do you want to try again? See if this intact hand has the same strength as before? Sierra asked with a smile.

He narrowed his eyes and coldly rejected her deliberate seduction, "Your sister is looking for you, go down." ”

Serra shook her head, unbuttoning her coat and pulling it off in her hands.

The girl was wearing only a narrow waist dark green long-sleeved skirt, the skirt was fluffy, and the waist was no more than a palm's width of him.

"Serra." Rose Hill stared at her, frowning slightly.

Serra didn't care about the warning, which didn't have much deterrent power for her, and directly hugged his waist with both hands, and pressed her delicate body up, "I care about you very much, how can I not worry that you will be hurt." ”

Rosehill took a step back as she hugged her, and the black solid wood door clattered against the wall.

"Serra? Are you on it? Hearing the movement, Annahi's steps quickened.

Serra tilted her head, her chin against his stone-like chest, and asked softly, "Aren't you going to carry me in and hide?" What should we do when Annahi sees us hugging each other? ”

"You want to hide?" He hung his head, his gaze still cold.

"She likes you." Serra leaned close to his lips, and seemed to be about to put it on, "But what to do?" I love it too. ”

Ross Hill, who insisted on not wanting to be seduced, was still shaken, his gaze falling uncontrollably on her broken lips, and his swaying mind remained clear and indifferent because of the freshly scabbed skin.

A few seconds before Annahi appeared on the corridor, he finally reached out to grab the girl's slender waist, grasped the doorknob with one hand, and dodged into the bedroom.

The black wooden door closed completely when Annahi appeared.

"Serra?" She stood in front of the dark corridors and bloodthirsty murals, her voice becoming cautious.

The ankle-length coat with a ring of shaggy fur fell at the feet, and the bandages slipped from the fingertips.

Serra leaned her back against the door panel, her back pressed against her cold palm, and her chest pressed against the young man's hard chest.

"Do you think I'm telling the truth?" She tilted her head slightly, and her breath sprayed onto his chin and neck, "Is the strength of the hug the same?" ”

Ross Hill didn't use any force, but after listening to her words, his fingers tightened unconsciously, and he gently pinched into her waist through the fabric.

Sierra pressed closer to him, her chest pounding.

She blinked lightly and asked again, "Is it the same?" ”

"Hmm." He lowered his head and whispered in response.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the room was rising.

Rose Hill was silent for a moment, and his thin lips moved, "How did your lips break." ”

"I ate a lot of meat last night and bit it." She licked her lips, the scab over where Eric had bitten her, but the tightness was uncomfortable.

"Who are you eating with?"

This problem is a bit fatal.

Serra said in a roundabout way, "The hunters of the mountains, I have discussed with them to open a butcher's shop. ”

As soon as he mentioned the mountain, Rose Hill's eyes that had just softened instantly became gloomy, "You are very short of this money?" ”

"Missing." Sierra nodded.

"I'll give it to you." He quickly picked up.

As soon as the words fell, the two people who were sticking together were stunned.

One wonders why he is suddenly so generous, and the other wonders why he is suddenly so generous.

"Not without conditions." Roshill immediately added, "Three days later a slave ship from the colony arrives, and you go with me." ”

Serra didn't puncture his proud little temper, and insisted on his attitude: "You saved me, I said I would grant you any request, but I still have to open a butcher's shop, the families of the Orions are very strange, pregnant women always die in childbirth, and they now need a lot of money to deal with a pregnant mother." ”

"I have to help because they're all good friends of mine."

After listening to her words, Rose Hill was not surprised, but mocked: "There is nothing strange about the consistent way animals reproduce. ”

"What to multiply." Serra corrected, "That's welcoming a little life." ”