For the past two days, she has been in bed every day, causing the lady to fear that she will be late and miss social time with her daughter.

"Hmm." Sierra lazily answered, listening to the footsteps at the door, and she was spread on Eric's lap.

"Scared the hell out of me." Her chin rested against the tight muscles under her thin pants, and her body relaxed.

"I won't be discovered, I can jump right through the window here." Eric hung his head, put his palm on her back and patted it, and his rough palm stroked the fabric of the girl's nightdress, and felt a little strangely smooth.

Serra pressed his leg and stood up halfway, smiling delicately and boldly, "Wasn't it exciting just now?" ”

Eric was stunned by her smile, and his voice sank, "Well, it's exciting. ”

"We're safe now, but I'm thirsty." Serra licked her lips up close again in front of him, "Can you give me wine?" ”

“... Well. ”

The red-eared young man took out the bottle of wine from behind him, his eyes flashed over the girl's body that slowly retreated from his lap, under the slender neck, the round pajama collar hung down, and the white chest loomed.

"You're sweating." Serra's sharp eyes noticed beads of sweat coming from his upturned nose, and as if she hadn't noticed his confusion after peeking at that moment, she smiled and said, "The fireplace is hot, isn't it?" ”

"Well, it's hot." Eric's voice was hoarse, his body seemed to be on fire at the moment, and the blood all over his body was boiling after seeing the scene just now.

"Po-"

The cork was easily removed by him, and the aroma of the red wine leaked out.

He handed her the bottle, "Don't drink too much, you'll get drunk." ”

"I'm a good drinker." Serra hugged the bottle, raised her head and put her lips to the bottle, and the fruity and sour taste of the wine entered her stomach, making her already moist eyes even more rippling.

Knowing that she would get drunk if she drank a little more, Eric stopped her from rolling to his lips, and was bitten back by his teeth.

Morality advises him not to mess around, and selfishness is crazy in his ear shouting to get her drunk, and when he is drunk, the beautiful girl in front of him belongs to him.

There was a werewolf boy sitting next to him who was so good that he was bursting and extraordinarily cute, and Serra was indeed a little thirsty.

The taste of the wine is good, and it is also very good.

She put down the half-drunk bottle and sighed softly, "Did you spend a lot of money to buy it?" ”

"There's not a lot of money." Eric looked sideways at her, his throat itching, "You haven't told me how you were grounded." ”

Speaking of this, Serra's mouth twitched, and she stuffed the wine bottle into his hand unhappily, "It's forbidden for this day, I don't know which bastard killed Annahi's rabbit and planted it for me, and we had a fight." ”

Eric stared down at the bottle and swallowed his throat, "Fight? ”

"Well, the servants and dad thought I killed Annahi's rabbit, and she thought so, so I beat her." Sierra wasn't shy about saying these things, and that's all she's been through.

She bit her lower lip, "Do you think I did it?" After all, I love to eat rabbits so much. ”

Eric took a sip of the extraordinarily sweet wine into the bottle and suppressed his thump, "I believe you, you should find out the man who killed the rabbit." ”

Sierra shook her head, "I don't think I can figure it out, they clearly just want Daddy to hate me, and always do this kind of annoying thing." ”

She took his bottle again, poured several sips of wine into her stomach, and her shoulders drooped a little as if she was borrowing wine to kill her sorrows.

Outsiders can't get involved in the internal strife of the aristocratic family, Eric didn't know what to say, he just raised his hand and put the top of her hair, "Stay away from Annahi, and away from her mother." ”

"Mm-hmm, you've said that several times." Serra nodded, and the glow of the fireplace couldn't stop the hump red on her face.

"Have you drunk too much? Serra. ”

"Me? No. She shook her head, exhaled a breath of wine, and burped uncontrollably.

Sierra began to feel dizzy, and the appearance of her jaw little by little made her delicate face well-behaved and cute.

Erik's hand slid down her head little by little, his fingertips swept over her cheeks, and he pinched her limp face boldly.

His fingers were rough for hunting, but after pinching them for a while, her face hurt a little.

Serra frowned, put down the bottle she was holding, and hugged his arm instead, "You treat me as dough, pinching and kneading." ”

Eric chuckled, liking her now.

"Don't drink outside in the future, don't get drunk."

"Why?" Half of Serra's face was pressed against his hot palm, and her eyes were getting misty.

"It's so cute."

Eric leaned over, clasped her face with both hands, and pinched her fingertips into her soft cheeks.

Serra frowned and bit down on his palm, biting out a row of small whitish tooth marks.

"I'm mad when you're pinching my face." A soft threat, without a bit of deterrence.

Eric couldn't hold back any longer, picked up her drunken face, and lowered his head to kiss it.

"Hmm..."

Serra's eyes widened, and the young man close to him closed his eyes, his dark curly eyelashes trembling violently, and his heart beating louder than the crackling of the fireplace in the fireplace.

He now looks like a kid who doesn't stop even if he knows he's doing something bad.

The round moon gradually moved to the window, and a large amount of silver light illuminated the distant woods, and the starry sky outside the wide open windowsill was densely covered.

She turned her head suddenly, let her wine-scented lips fall on her cheeks, and pointed out the window, "What a round moon, so beautiful." ”

Eric wrapped his arms around her limp body and glanced out the window, "Do you want to see it up close?" ”

"Huh?" Serra arched into his arms, arms around his neck, "Okay. ”

The wolf clan secretly lives the most ordinary life among humans, they hide their abilities and hide all the secrets of their background.

Eric, who knew that he had to obey the rules, picked up the drunk girl and jumped on the windowsill.

The evening breeze swayed the hem of her skirt, and the clear air came to the surface, and Serra was a little sober, but she leaned motionless into her sturdy embrace, "Are you going to jump off the building with me?" We're going to the hospital together tomorrow. ”

There was no panic at all, it was a squeamish question, and Eric laughed with a low chest, he knew that she was very drunk now, and she would not remember anything when she woke up.

He bent his knees slightly and jumped off the ledge.

Sierra wrapped her arms around his neck and watched the ground hit him up close.

Eric's movement on the lawn was silent, and he didn't know how he managed to do it with such a large physique, and he hurried to the oak forest not far away with a girl as light as a feather.