I'll send you back, well, I'm running fast."

Eric ran out of the bar with her in his arms and rushed straight into the night, surprisingly fast.

His companion had only followed for a few steps, but could not catch up, and could only watch the man run away, praying that Serra would be okay.

Held, Serra soon discovers that the way home is not to the manor at all.

She was carried by Eric and rushed up the hill, and before the person could react, her body rose into the air, and she fell firmly on the wolf's back, and the sound of him tearing his clothes because of the deformation echoed in her ears.

Far away, wild deer heard the movement and fled quickly in the jungle.

Serra leaned over him, clutching the thick fur as she was led into the tribe.

Gail smelled them from afar, and stood guard at the door, but Eric swept past him, his body turning back into human form, and he led Serra into his cabin with Serra in his hand, slamming the door behind him with one heel.

Jem, who had already returned, stopped Gail, "You know we're hopeless when we're in love, leave him alone tonight."

Gail, who was tall and strong, stopped, and finally said helplessly, "Serra betrayed us, and he even wanted to brand her, aren't you afraid that he will really do this?"

Jem patted him on the shoulder, "You know if he really wants to do it, none of us can stop it."

"This stupid fellow, alas, I'm going down the mountain to accompany Grenie, watch them."

"Hmm."

There was no electricity on the mountain, and the bedroom without candles was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Serra was steadied on the bed by Eric as he walked, her eyes out of focus and she couldn't see anything but hear him rummaging through the cabinets in the bedroom.

"Eric? What are you looking for?"

"It'll be fine soon, it should be here." He said hurriedly, and with a wave of his hand, something slammed on the ground and shattered.

He was in a very bad mood.

Sierra tentatively moved off the bed, Eric knew a little about the layout of his bedroom, there should be a small table in front of her, she walked to the side, trying to get around, but kicked the stool.

"Sss

She snorted softly, her waist tightened, and she was immediately lifted up with one hand.

"Don't run around."

Eric carried her back to the edge of the bed with one hand and sat down, holding her ankles and placing them on his thighs, followed by the sound of the medicine being opened.

Serra was tempted to say that it was just a minor injury, that she couldn't see, and she knew how seriously a drunken Eric was now drugging her.

He even wrapped gauze around her for several wounds less than a finger wide.

"Eric." Serra reached out into the darkness, and soon her slender fingers touched a face.

Eric leaned forward and lowered his head, voluntarily putting his face in her palm, rubbing and rubbing like a big wolfdog.

"I'm here."

"Why did you go to a bar and fight someone?" Theramore rubbed his smooth face, depicting his three-dimensional brow bones and the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't, it was Jem who came to trouble me."

He sat forward, feeling that it was not close enough to her, and simply put his arm around her waist and lifted the man to his lap.

Serra pressed against his hot body and pinched his ears, "Because of me."

"Hmm." Eric said, "Why not deny that the whistleblower is not you."

She was silent, "I said it at first, but you didn't believe it."

"It was like that at first, but I quickly regretted defining it so quickly."

He lowered his head and put it against her forehead and said, "I came to talk to you a lot that night, and I know you didn't fall asleep, and you just don't want to answer me, you want to leave."

"I did it, that thing."

Serra replied decisively.

The bedroom with no fingers fell silent for a moment, except for the sound of Eric's heavy breathing.

"I believe... It's not you."

Whether it's saying that he's blinded by love, or that he's stupid, he can accept it, but he can't stand that Serra wants to leave him.

"I did it." Serra cupped his face and said seriously, "I accidentally leaked my mouth, and I hurt you and your tribe, I can't hurt you anymore."

"So you're not careful." He whispered a defense, repeating, "You were careless."

She could probably guess the reason why Eric was drunk, he wouldn't betray the race, he couldn't leave the family, he was going to travel far away.

Serra pursed her lips and said softly, "This is the case, you must follow the tribe out of this dangerous place, you know I will not go with you, and your tribe will not accept me."

This angered Eric, who suddenly overwhelmed her, holding both of her hands and binding them to his chest.

"I've tried hard, Serra." He put his lips to her lips and said, "Why?"

"Do you love that merfolk? Or a vampire? Are they so filthy that they made you make a choice?"

She had really hurt him, and his heart was aching and about to fall apart.

"I don't love them." Sierra sighed, "Eric, it's just that I don't think I'm worthy of you."

"Are you kidding me? For the means of pushing me away."

Eric kissed her on the lips and then on the chin, "You're a little swan that caught my eye from the start."

His hot lips moved to her neck and sucked repeatedly, the pain of his skin being tugged, and Serra thought there were strawberries all over there.

"I want to imprint you and give you my heart, okay?"

The sudden decision directly shocked her jaw.

"Eric! You're still young! You don't know what true love is!"

"Small?" He chuckled, "I'm an adult, how old can you be."

"If you see me as your only love, you won't forget me even if you go away, right?" Serra panicked, this was definitely not the outcome she wanted to see.

"My love will always be fixed when I love you the most passionately." He sighed, "I seem to be crazy, I want to do this."

He's drunk now, and he has no idea what it means to do so.

Serra's breath was short, and she raised her voice, "How dare you try! If you do, I will never respond to your love!"

Her words were so fierce that they made Eric tremble as he leaned over her.

There was a long silence between the two of them before his desperate voice was heard.

"You hate me."

Serra's heart shuddered, "No, you're just drunk and don't know what you're doing."

As soon as the hand that restrained her was released, Eric straightened up and looked at the girl on the bed with sad eyes.

"I said I would wait for you, and I confessed my mistake to you, but you refused to forgive me."

"Hey, that's all there to do with that."

Serra sat on her knees on the bed and touched his arm with her hand, "You're too impulsive right now, and we'll talk about it when you sober up tomorrow, okay?" I don't want you to do it without knowing it, we're going to have a good talk."

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