"Bang."

The bathroom door was slammed shut with one hand, and the flickering wall light on the wall went out.

In the lightless darkness, Ray slashed down from the window to usher in a brief light, and Serra's senses were instantly magnified to the extreme, and she looked at the other party's red eyes with a pair of ruby light at hand, and her body trembled with fear.

His eyes turned out to be discolored...

Bright red and bloodthirsty color.

"Bang dang."

It was the sound of the small medicine box being dropped by Roshill on the cabinet behind the door.

Serra tried to run around him when something was wrong, but her waist was grabbed by a hand that was secretly outstretched, and the whole person was easily lifted to the washstand.

Her hips sat on the marble washstand, her feet easily clamped by Rose Hill, and she couldn't move in the crook of his arm.

"Ross Hill! What are you doing! Serra tried to hold against the young man's shoulder, but her strength like a lamb could not push the stone.

The space to survive was getting smaller and smaller, and the cool breath of death sprinkled on her cheeks because she was afraid to turn sideways.

The towel wrapped around his fingertips fell to his knees, and the blood squeezed out of his fingertips stained Rose Hill's suit collar.

Attracted by the blood, he suddenly grabbed the girl's hand on his left shoulder, grabbed it and pressed it to his lips.

A strange sensation came from the injured finger, accompanied by pain in the fingertip of the blood-sucking finger.

The spring thunder rolled, and Serra slowly turned her stiff head, and through the faint light outside the window, her frightened eyes suddenly magnified and became shocked.

Only half a foot away from his face, the pale and handsome vampire lowered his proud head, blonde hair hanging down on his smooth forehead, licking her blood with restraint and earnestness.

Although this dark gothic eerie picture is beautiful, the immersive Sierra is really about to cry.

Most of his injured fingers are under his venom-filled teeth, and if he is not careful, something will happen.

"Well... Pain. She tugged at him by the collar, her voice tinged with tears, "Roshill, my wound hurts. ”

The trilling sound of the girl's weeping made the young man slowly lift his eyelids, and the discontented scarlet eyes saw the tears that slipped from her cheeks to her lips, where the sweet smell was all the more seductive.

He finally let go of her injured finger, and before Serra could breathe a sigh of relief, Rosehill held the girl with her back against the mirror in front of her with one hand, and lowered her head to kiss her on the lips.

As long as you don't gnaw your neck or bite off your fingers, you can survive by making the wound on her mouth a little bigger, and Serra endures.

But even if it was chewed back and forth like a piece of chewing gum, she couldn't bear it for a long time.

Probably no one can be like her, just because she was cut by a fruit knife and her mouth was broken a little, she lost too much blood and fainted.

The girl's limp body fell into Rosehill's arms, and he hugged her with both hands, and his forehead was bruised, and he did not continue the madness that he had just lost his mind.

The bathroom door was opened, and Serra was picked up by his waist and instantly appeared in the guest bedroom on the third floor.

Oldin appeared beside him with a tray, a thick, dark red liquid in the glass.

"Master."

He regularly goes to the hospital to get blood bags, which will come in handy.

Rosshill immediately drank the blood from his cup, his throat burning like a soldering iron soothed, and his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, barely keeping his composure.

"I'm going to settle the guests downstairs." Oldin pulled back the door with the tray, he also needed to eat, but he had to settle the next three people.

Annahi was looking forward to the news of Serra's disappearance after her throat was bitten and died, and when Aldeen invited them to dinner, she asked with a fake sense of concern, "What about Serra?" Is she okay? ”

"The Duke brought the medicine box, and she was already asleep in her room." Oldin replied calmly.

The atmosphere here was very strange, and Lizzie was not at ease, "I'll go and see her, it's not appropriate to let the Duke do this little thing." ”

Alding didn't stop, "After dinner, you can go to the room on the third floor to see her." ”

"Isn't she angry and can't come down to eat?" Annahi blamed herself: "Although it was only a small wound, it was indeed I who accidentally scratched her." ”

Oldin glanced at her, "Miss Sierra doesn't want to eat right now." ”

Annahi said, "Well, we also have a driver, Joey, please bring him some food as well." ”

During dinner, Roshill, who was the host, did not show up, and the three of them hurriedly finished their meal and went to visit Serra, who only slit his finger and went to sleep.

Annahi stood at the door of the room, a few wall lamps illuminated the large bed, and the girl lying in the center of the bed had pale lips and regular chest heavings, and there was no figure of Roshill in the room.

Lizzie and Josie were relieved, only her eyes full of disappointment.

It wasn't what she wanted to see, and Sierra was alive and well.

Annahi attributed it all to Roshill's strong self-control over blood, which caused him to not smoke Serra.

Alding took all of her facial expressions into his eyes, and he began to wonder about the seemingly innocent girl in front of him.

...

In the middle of the night, the torrential rain stopped, and Serra, who was lying on the futon, woke up from the cold.

The ancient clock downstairs made a clanging sound.

She slowly opened an eye, and in the dark shadows in front of her, a dark shadow sat quietly on the sofa.

"Ross Hill?" Serra rubbed her pillow and shrunk into the quilt coldly.

When the young man heard her call, he leaned forward and looked at her, as if the figure of a statue had moved slightly.

"Cold, I want a fireplace." She whispered her demands like a cat.

I thought she would jump up in fright and ask him why he did that, but the girl only said that.

Rosehill leaned forward for a few seconds and stood up.

Serra couldn't hear what was going on very clearly, sleepiness and fatigue swept over her ears and eyes, and only the sound of Alding could be faintly heard, and the burning fireplace quickly raised the temperature in the room.

The futon became warm.

Serra, who was asleep again, peeked out of the covers, her brows furrowed from the cold.

Rosehill sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers brushing the strands of hair stuck to her face, her eyes searching darkly.

...

Annahi, who had been freezing all night, had just come out of the bedroom and sneezed twice in a row, and in the guest bedroom opposite, a ruddy-faced Sierra pushed the door out at the same time, and came out with the heat from the fireplace.

The hot breath hit Annahi's face, and she wondered why the hallway was warmer than the bedroom, when she caught a glimpse of the charcoal fireplace in Serra's bedroom.

Her voice suddenly became jealous, "Where did you get the charcoal fire?!" Burned all night?! ”

It was still cold in the bedroom when she came to see her last night!

Serra blinked, puzzled, "Didn't you?" I thought the Duke had charcoal in every guest bedroom. ”