"Hmm." He admits it frankly.

Serra blinked, then asked in a different way, "I'm special in your eyes?" ”

"Hmm." He bowed slightly, his backlit face a little elusive.

Serra was finally happy, she took the initiative to go upstairs to his neck, her arm rubbing against the soft and silky golden hair, and her voice became sweet and soft: "Mr. Rosshill, I found that I was really rude not to greet you just now, can you let me make up for it now?" ”

The handsome vampire lowered his eyes, knowing that the girl in front of him was thinking about something bad, but he still rolled his Adam's apple and nodded connivingly.

Serra tilted her head, the tip of her nose rubbing against his chin, her warm lips pressed against it.

Rosehill sat like a statue on a stone platform, his eyes under his eyelashes swelling with turbulent emotions.

Sierra wrapped her arms around his neck, tangled with him with the sweet scent of honey.

She clearly felt the emotions that Rosehill was provoked by herself.

His muscles tensed, and she was almost out of breath as he wrapped his arms around her.

Her neck was almost unstoppably tilted back, her cold palm held the back of her head in time, and the fingertips inserted into her hair, firmly controlling her head.

Serra's eyes were half-squinted, looking at Rose Hill's beautiful eyes that were gradually blurring, and her body gradually lost her strength.

Her mouth was numb as if she had eaten peppercorns, but the vampire in front of her was not satisfied at all, washing her lips over and over again in his own way the smell that belonged to another person.

Aldin, who was acting as a wooden man in front of him, couldn't help but peek in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart how every time they could kiss in the car, he was always uncomfortable present.

Ross Hill had controlled his power to the extreme, and the kisses he thought were restrained and gentle were not at all comfortable for Serra.

After a long time, she made an uncomfortable and small voice from the kiss, "Okay, okay, don't kiss." ”

Sierra was genuinely afraid that Rosehill would continue to indulge, and her venomous fangs accidentally pierced her lip, and her life was over.

Her fingers pinched his shoulders, sounding like she was about to cry.

"Master, it's time to get there." Oldin coughed lightly.

Ross Hill barely left her lips and wrapped the soft girl in her arms, her heaving chest struggling to suppress the intense emotions.

Sierra trembled and touched her numb lips, relieved.

"Isn't your kiss a bit excessive, I just want to touch it and say good evening." Her soft wicked man sued first.

Rosshill closed his eyes and let out a soft voice of indulgence, "You should make it up to me." ”

"My mouth hurts." Serra snorted squeamishly.

"Get out of the car and have dinner." Roshill squeezed her hand and added, "It's hearty." ”

Dinner was served in a luxurious upscale restaurant on the banks of the Santa Fe River.

In the private and luxurious dining room, there is a square marble dining table, a crystal lamp hanging from the top, and a wooden high-back chair with soft printed cushions.

There were more than just the two of them for dinner today.

A middle-aged man in a formal suit stood up with a flattering smile on his face, "Mr. Roshill, I finally saw you to say hello when the Royal Cruise ship sank until now." ”

Serra had seen this man at the door of the police station this morning, an agent from the capital, a close associate sent by the king.

"Apu." Rosehill shook his hand with a leather glove, and the two met.

The man named Apu lowered his hand, looked at Serra standing beside him, and said politely, "Miss Serra, I'm not mistaken, am I?" You and Mr. Ross Hill are survivors on the same ship. ”

"Hello, Mr. Apu."

Serra didn't understand how Roshill had brought her to such a dinner, but she obediently sat down in the chair he had pulled out.

The food served by the waiter is the latest cherished dishes caught from the sea, as well as various vegetables that are popular nowadays.

She listened to their conversation as she ate the food on her plate, the fried fish and meat pies tasted much better than Madame Martha's on the estate.

Rosehill glanced at the girl who was obediently eating, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked.

"Mr. Ross Hill, I have done a cursory investigation into the time of Whitman's death, the night you disposed of the Horse Gambling House Gang."

Serra's chewing motion slowed down, her ears pricked up.

Apu lit a cigar and said with a smile: "It's not strange that you say, every time something goes wrong with your field, the person behind the scenes will die violently in various forms that night, dismemberment, shooting, suicide, everything." ”

Sierra stole a glance at Rose Hill next to him, just in time to meet his calm gaze, only to hear him ask lightly, "What else do you want to eat?" ”

The other party was poking and poking at him, and he asked himself so calmly what to eat.

Serra thought for a few seconds, "Lemon-flavored cream cake with a chocolate flavor." ”

"Okay."

Apu, who was ignored, didn't show his emotions either, and said clearly: "Whitman connived at the gangsters to smash your field, which is not a good act, but sometimes everyone takes a step back, and nothing will happen, right?" Why hurt people's lives. ”

Roshill finally turned his gaze from the gluttonous girl to him, "Is there evidence that I did it?" ”

He had already published a newspaper to save people and injured his hand, and he did not go out that night and the doctor came to his door, and he had a complete alibi.

As a close confidant of the king, Apu has taken on many cases, all of which are inseparable from Roshill, but every time this is the case, and every time he and his subordinates have an alibi.

This is a cunning man who will never be able to get his hands on it, even though he knows that he will kill people and set fires, and will do anything.

"Everyone knows it, and so does the king." "He thinks that if you go on like this, something will happen," Apu said. ”

Serra wasn't sure if she could hear the words, she ate the cake and glanced at Rosehill again, and seeing that he didn't look at herself, her hand under the table reached out.

He moved, flipped his palm, pressed her hand against his lap, and squeezed it a little reassuringly.

Serra pursed her lips and picked up the spoon with her other hand to continue her meal.

"What do you want to say?" Ross Hill asked coldly.

"I would be happy to close this case immediately, including all previous outstanding cases." Apu leaned forward and stared at him with blazing eyes, "How about we do a business?" You love business the most, don't you? ”

In Serra's opinion, this man had no capital to negotiate terms with Roshill, he knew who the murderer was, but there was no evidence to put a duke in prison.

Unless it's the person behind him who borrowed this mouth.