That is, for a long time she couldn't speak.

It's okay if you can't speak.

You don't have to answer the questions of three people, and you can take emergency refuge.

Sierra was a little more relaxed.

She looked at Oldin, who was holding the plate, and now the bowl of hot soup had become her longing.

Seeing that she wanted to eat, Lochit picked up the bowl first.

Eric wanted to take the bowl and feed her himself, but it was inconvenient for him to put one arm on the back of Serra's neck, so he had to give up.

Lossid picked up the spoon and blew it, passing the tomato chowder to her lips, "Be careful."

Serra opened her mouth, and a mouthful of thick soup made her stomach, which was still faintly colic, feel a lot better.

She cautiously glanced at Rose Hill standing next to her, who stared at her without saying a word with a cold face.

He's not the kind of man who competes for favor, he doesn't get angry, but Serra knows he's on the verge of exploding.

Why do you really love the little vest, it's all off in front of him...

After a few minutes, Rose Hill, who couldn't stand it, turned around and left the bedroom, with a strong cold breath on his body.

But he's still angry, what is he to be angry about.

Serra swallowed the soup, her palms hidden in the quilt pinched the hem of her clothes, she still wanted to be angry, she was only one step away from her body.

She has already seen the dawn of hope, and everyone has been pulled back, how aggrieved.

But then again, how could she still be saved? She knew she had eaten vampire's venom.

Vaguely remember that Lossyd's saliva did not work on Venom, what happened later, what did Roshill do?

Did he turn her into a vampire?

Under a series of mental activities, Serra raised her hands without much strength and began to touch her neck.

Eric asked, "What's wrong?"

Serra touched her neck, her skin was smooth and delicate, and although her body temperature was low, she could feel a trace of temperature and the frequency of her heartbeat.

So she is still alive and drinking tomato bisque.

Vampires don't like tomato soup.

Realizing that she was still human, her tense back relaxed, and she fell limply back into Eric's arms.

All this mental activity was on her face, and Losheed quickly guessed what she was nervous about.

He put down the soup bowl, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Don't worry, I'm here, I won't turn you into a cold walking corpse."

This scene was extremely dazzling to Eric, and he directly pushed Lossid away with his hand, "She's awake, and you're still taking advantage?" Get out, she needs to rest now."

"She's mine." Roshide sneered, "Am I going to leave you alone with her? She doesn't belong to you, she just needs your body temperature."

Serra shrank silently into the quilt, her heart shaking, hoping not to throw the topic on her.

"She hasn't made a choice yet." Eric had a hard mouth, and he was very sad in his heart, and he swore an oath of sovereignty with the girl.

"She'll just choose me." Lochide stimulated him, "We've done a lot of intimate things, do you want me to share them with you?"

No, don't say it! You've both had something very close to me!

"Ahh

Serra showed a face outside, her mouth open, and after emitting a series of hoarse notes, she finally made the two of them understand that she was tired and wanted to sleep.

The smoke of war quickly dissipated, and Lossid couldn't bear to disturb her.

"Don't do anything, I'll be back soon."

He stood up with the tray and walked out of the bedroom with one last word of warning to Eric.

With only the two of them left on the bed, Eric hung his head and whispered, "Have you done the same intimate things as I do?"

Sierra looked up at him and shook her head decisively.

No, he lied.

Her eyes were filled with innocence, and her brown eyes were clear and watery.

Eric quickly relented, and he lay down as well, half of his body close to her.

After a while, seeing that she was still asleep, he whispered, "I believe in you so much, I have always believed in you, even if I understand that you are very attentive and there are so many close people around me, I still can't bear to give up on you."

Serra didn't know what to say, and her voice loss solved her problem perfectly.

Eric stared at her and approached grief, "Why are you not willing to defend yourself even once, preferring to push me away, you obviously don't hate me."

The likes she expressed can't deceive people, and that kind of feelings are sincere.

Serra's hand pressed against his pectoral muscles, drew a few circles, and wrote an apology.

One stroke at a time, it was like writing on the tip of his heart.

The warm palm stroked the top of her hair over and over again, and Eric whispered, "When you were dying, my heart almost died, and I was helpless then, when you were saved."

His voice suddenly stopped, and for a long time he said with a bitter taste, "I'm glad, glad they did everything they could to send you back."

Seeing that she was tortured by the venom and was about to be torn apart, he was also in pain.

His voice grew softer, "Don't torture me."

Serra withdrew her hand from his pectorals, bowed her head and buried her face under the covers.

There was a good solution, no one had to torture anyone anymore, and everyone could be happy.

She refused to be rescued and refused to become a vampire for eternity, and they forced her back.

She couldn't think of anything better than continuing to torture each other until the next opportunity arose.

I can only blame Annahi's strategy and system for being too weak, and the strength of the male protagonists is too strong, so I didn't kill her.

Serra hugged Eric back, trying to comfort his heart, which had nearly broken after receiving the blow.

It was useful, and she heard Eric sigh in contentment.

The warm bedding and fireplace soon put the sick Sierra to sleep.

Half-asleep, she heard a calm, magnetic voice whispering in her ear, "I won't leave you."

Sierra had another nightmare, in which the fierce werewolf turned into a majestic prince of the kingdom, cold-blooded and iron-faced, won countless colonial wars, and imprisoned her in a small black house.

The ensuing painting shows her feet chained to the dark basement, and a fanged vampire feasts on her every night.

The style of the painting changed again, and it turned into a sea again, and a group of mermaids surrounded the leader in estrus, eager for him to complete the task of mating with her under the witness of several pairs of eyes.

...

Terrible, terrible!

Sierra crawled out of her dream, and her dishonest body almost rolled out of bed.

A cold hand supported her body in time and stuffed the person back into the quilt.

When she opened her eyes in shock, she was greeted by Rosehill's pale face.

There was a thick smell of blood on him.

"Luo... Ahh

She subconsciously opened her mouth to call him, and unexpectedly turned into an ugly witch scream.

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Chapter 198: One stroke at a time, it seems to be written on the tip of his heart. Free to read.