Eric said: "There were some rumours in the casual conversation with Miss Annahi, but I really didn't have a heart for her. ”

For Lizzie, it was more embarrassing for a hunter to admit that he didn't look down on his daughter than to tell him to put away his thoughts that he shouldn't have.

The cigarette in his hand, which he hadn't smoked for a long time, fell a little soot to the ground, "So... Best. ”

Annahi walked up to him, her weak face smiling, gentle and friendly, "Erik, I understand your troubles, we are just ordinary friends, Sierra is just like me. ”

Serra, who is dragged in, attracts the attention of the three protagonists, and she will be waiting to see how Eric will respond.

"Friend—" Eric turned to look at her, a clear hesitation in his eyes.

He hesitated for almost a minute, and when he was about to be caught by Lizzie's suspicion, he nodded slowly, and his voice was reluctant, "Hmm... Sierra is also my best friend. ”

It's better to be a little different from ordinary, Annahi pretended not to understand the meaning of his words, and said softly: "It's good for everyone to talk about things, you can go home early Eric, it's late, I'll find a satisfying job tomorrow, and we will have a chance to meet again." ”

After crying all night, she seems to have cried smartly, and even her speech has become much more advanced.

Serra stepped aside and said to Erik, "Go back early." ”

Tonight, which should have been dominated by Lizzie, he did not intervene in the friendly conversation between his two daughters and Orion, but fortunately, the purpose of dismissal had been achieved, and he did not say anything.

"I'll send you." Serra walked behind Eric, and the two went out the back door, but Annahi didn't follow.

At night, tall horses step on their hooves to welcome their owners back.

Eric slowed down and whispered, "The butcher shop will open in two days, remember to come." ”

"I know, I'll go."

"Serra."

"Huh?"

"Do you like Roshill?"

Serra's eyes widened slightly, "Why are you asking this at this time?" I don't snatch my husband with Annahi, don't think too badly of me. ”

Eric breathed a sigh of relief, "You must be reluctant to do anything to you." ”

Serra: "...", not reluctantly.

"Next time he asks you out, just pretend to be sick."

"Good..."

The werewolf boy who had made enough excuses for her got on the horse and left contentedly.

When Sera returned to her room to rest, Annahi, who had been sitting alone in the living room for a long time, called a servant, "I have a nest of rabbits, and tomorrow morning Sera will get up and finish her breakfast, and tell her to go with me to the hut to have a look." ”

The simple servant nodded, "I'll inform Miss Serra." ”

...

Hoping to get a good night's sleep tonight to soothe her sick and frightened body, Serra looked down at the pink fishtail from the waist down and the two large seashells covering her chest in deep thought.

It's the same scene again, the same ocean, the same beach, and the same coconut trees, and the sea breeze blows without any smell.

The only difference is that the fish stranded on the beach becomes its own.

She was thinking about Losheed so much that she started to have frequent nightmares.

Serra sighed, is her sleep quality so bad, or does aspirin have side effects that haven't gone down yet.

She tentatively touched her tail, it was slippery and greasy, and the touch she experienced in the dream was limited, but it was quite realistic.

What now? According to the plot of "The Mermaid", should there be a prince waiting for his artificial respiration?

She flicked her tail uncomfortably and looked up at the shore.

A man lay quietly on the wide, sunny white sand beach, dressed in a white-gold prince's uniform, with long silver hair stained with grit and disheveled.

Serra's gaze could only see the young man's jaw half a perfectly curved.

She now had good reason to suspect that she was crazy about Losheed's legs.

Driven by curiosity, she decided to prop up her hands, move her sticky legs and flick her big pink tail to the beach.

If you dream of it, let's take a look at her, the prince.

The water that washed ashore gave her tail infinite strength, but as soon as they retreated, she lost her momentum.

The fine sand rubbed against Serra's abdomen and tail, and she didn't feel any pain in her dreams, but she wasn't used to moving with her hands like this.

She finally realized the hardships of landing live fish, and the people who fished Loheed out of the sea and onto land were too inhuman.

After moving a few more meters with difficulty, Serra silently turned around and threw herself into the sea.

Forget it, it's too tiring to climb, and this tailless Losheed doesn't want to look at it.

She went to swim in the sea twice and waited for the nightmare to end, hoping that the 18-year-old wouldn't wet the bed because she dreamed of so much water when she woke up tomorrow morning.

There was an indescribable feeling of comfort in the current washing over her chest and tail, and Serra was waiting in the shallows for a big wave to hit her, and she suddenly looked forward to the feeling of her tail swimming.

A shadow loomed overhead, a long shadow that helped keep her out of the sun.

"Which way are you swimming?"

After waiting on the shore for a long time, she didn't come up, and Losheed couldn't lie down.

He frowned at the girl who turned her head and raised her face, and met her moist, transparent and confused eyes, and he suddenly suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Although it was a dream, Serra had never seen a dream so real.

Roshided's face was in blue light HD quality in front of him at this time, his snow-white skin, impeccable facial contours and lake-blue eyes were simply seductive.

Her gaze slowly moved down, landing on his straight, slender legs, and she murmured in a trance, "It seems that I am really crazy." ”

"Serra?" Losheed down in front of her, letting the waves in front of her soaking them wet, "What's crazy?" ”

"Think you're crazy."

Seeing her cute appearance in a stunned response, he couldn't help but smile, and the smile was beautiful.

"This is a dream I made."

Roshide cupped her face, his thumb gently wiping away the little grains of sand from the little face, his drooping eyes swept across her chest, his eyes darkened.

Her almost bare skin and no clothes covered her look was even more moving than when she wore a skirt.

Sierra stared at him silently, her ears catching him saying the words he had made up the dream, and the broken memory threads in her head suddenly colluded.

"You fed me a strange liquid when you left that day, and that made you connect my dreams with yours?" She asked with difficulty, "Could the plot be what I think unconsciously, or is it your conscious control?" ”

"It's my blood." He gently picked her up from the shallow water, and his wet tail splashed his legs.

"I didn't tell you not to forget me."