After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

The fireplace was warm and smoky, and Selah finally fell asleep to herself and snored.

Her relaxed body was gently lifted, and Rose Hill came to the bed, put her in the bed, covered her with a quilt, and turned to enter the bathroom.

But after a while, the sound of rushing water came from inside, which lasted for a long time.

It was dark in the bedroom when Serra awoke, the big window in Rosehill's bedroom was drawn and the rain was still pouring, and there was only a little light from the front fireplace.

She turned her head, and vaguely saw a person sitting in the quilt beside her, sharing the quilt with her.

"Rosshill?" She leaned over and found that his bathrobe was a little wet, and there were still drops of water on his exposed porcelain white chest, as if he had just come out of the bathroom.

"You just got out of the shower?" Sera yawned, vaguely remembering that he took a shower earlier.

He put down the book in his hand, and replied quietly: "It's raining and the road is hard to walk, you won't be able to go home tonight."

"Oh." She replied indifferently, "I didn't plan to go back at all, can I sleep here tonight?"

"There is a guest room opposite."

"I'm afraid of thunder."

Rose Hill twitched the corner of her mouth, and was a little speechless at her uprightness, "Why didn't I find out before?"

"It's a problem that just came up recently." Sera took out her hand from the quilt and hugged his arm that was outside, "Of course it's not right to sleep on a man's bed with no confirmed relationship. This kind of lover-like The way we get along is so weird.”

"I'll go to the guest room to sleep later."

She quickly let go, sat up and touched her stomach, "I'm hungry, I'll go out and ask Aldin to prepare something for me."

The skin of the girl's open neckline was delicate and white, and most of the collar slid to her shoulders, a thin layer of light was illuminated by the flames of the fireplace.

Rose Hill immediately grabbed her hand and frowned, "Is that how you plan to go out?"

"But I want to eat." She bit her lower lip, knelt on the bed one knee forward and one back, and the one-piece robe parted from it, revealing half of her thighs that were looming.

"Stay here." Rose Hill rolled his eyes and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Before Serra could see how the heavy bedroom door opened and closed, he disappeared.

She curled up her lips and sat back on the bed with a triumphant face, facing him in a vacuum, she couldn't bring up any worries and fears.

Within half a quarter of an hour, Rose Hill brought in a serving of hot porridge and potato cakes.

The characteristic of this century is that the bed table is the most common thing for nobles, and Sela leans obediently on the head of the bed, watching him press the small table full of food onto her lap.

"Thank you."

She likes this kind of salty life of being served by others, especially a handsome vampire with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Otome World is full of anticipation to satisfy girls' X fantasies.

Such a casual psychological comment passed by in a flash, and Sera didn't notice it at all. The eyes of the young man beside the bed flickered, and he pursed his lips.

After eating the food under his watchful eyes, she was ordered to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth. The sky outside the window was so dark that nothing could be seen, it was close to eight o'clock in the evening.

Sierra, who had slept for a while and had nothing to do, turned her attention to Rose Hill, who was writing at the desk.

"what are you writing?"

"The vampire incident from St. Loren has come to fruition."

Sera walked over, "That black-skinned vampire that almost killed me before?"

Rose Hill sneered, "The colonial war allowed a few sympathetic vampires to transform one person after another on the battlefield, resulting in newborns everywhere."

Sera moved to his letter paper curiously, "What is the result of dealing with them?"

"Death, blood-sucking monsters are spreading everywhere over there. There are too many people who have died strangely, which has violated the bottom line of what I can bear."

Rose Hill lowered her head, only smelling the unique aroma from the girl, like ripe grapefruit candy, exuding a delicious sweetness.

With a pause in his strokes, a bit of thick ink remained on the end of the letter, becoming the only stain on the entire paper.

Seeing that he suddenly put down his pen, Sera crumpled up the letter he had just written and threw it into the trash can. Before he could ask anything, he shook his body and was dragged onto his lap.

Her back bumped into his hand, and she looked at the man with bright red eyes in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Rose Hill lowered her head, her face was close to her delicate neck, and her half-open lips were biting on it.

The two fangs were already aimed at Sera's carotid artery, and the blood flowed under those blue blood vessels, and the aroma was pleasing to the nostrils.

"Do you still want to be in the same room with a vampire and know the pain of having a plate of food in front of you but not being able to enjoy it?" He suppressed his hunger and thirst and said, "You always provoke me again and again."

Sera's body trembled. She didn't expect that Rose Hill would suddenly attack, "Then I'll go back to the guest room now and leave at dawn tomorrow."

The hand on her back tightened suddenly, and Sera snorted, fearing that he would really insert his poisonous fangs into her neck, so she had to tilt her head back and comfort her in a low voice, "If you are really thirsty, I can come by myself."

"What did you say?" Rose Hill suddenly looked up.

After the neck was rescued, Sera stretched out a finger tremblingly, "I can cut a little bit of my hand to bleed, just like the last time when my lip was broken, although it's not enough to feed you, but..."

She bit her lower lip, "Can you try something new?"

Rose Hill laughed angrily at her fearful and brave appearance, "As long as you bleed a little, I won't end."

He was also on the verge of losing control last time, and his raised paws were immediately lowered and hidden in the sleeves of his nightgown. Sela sighed, "It's too difficult to get along with you."

Before the handsome face in front of her eyes was about to turn cold, she took the initiative to lean into his arms and cling to him, "But I can't help it, I just want to get close to you."

"What should I do?" The distressed voice was full of melancholy, and then raised the tone: "Is this considered moths to the flame?"

Rose Hill eased his brows, and his deep and cold eyes became warmer, "It's an ugly metaphor, the etiquette school taught you these bad words?"

"I only went to school there for a week, and I was forced to suspend the class because of the teacher's death." She leaned in his arms and saw him pick up the pen again, change a piece of letter paper and start from scratch.

"The rumors in the street?" asked Rosehill.

Sierra pulled her clothes up a bit, and shook her vacated calves, "About me killing the teacher? That's nothing, now everyone knows that I owe you a lot of money."

"You don't have to pay it back." Rosehill said lightly, "In exchange."

Sera interrupted him, "My laundry factory is very profitable, don't worry, I won't be reduced to betraying myself for the time being."

Rose Hill didn't propose any more, and when he finished writing the letter again, she said, "I wanted to invite you to the first dance yesterday, does it still count?"