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

Hurting people now would only damage her reputation, and she couldn't do such a stupid thing.

Eric was sitting not far away, all the noise of the bar was magnified in his ears, and the conversation in the box was naturally heard clearly.

He kept staring at the looming figure behind the curtain, until a thin white wrist lifted the curtain, and a girl with a beautiful profile walked out with lowered eyes, and Eric drank his wine and got up.

Sera went into the bathroom to solve the next problem, and just after washing her hands and going out, she was held by her arm in the dark corridor.

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on the other party's body, she couldn't see who was coming, she shouted angrily, "Let me go!"

"You really don't know what to do." Layton, who followed closely, moved his head forward, exhaled another breath, and stared at his delicate face in the dark.

"Master Lizzie promised you to marry me, and I will pay Mawson Manor [-] gold a year to improve your life."

His approach made Selah feel sick in her stomach, and she said in disgust, "Go away! I never said yes."

"You are already mine, Sierra, you can't make the decision when you get married."

Layton looked at the still colorful red lips in the darkness, and with a thought, he held her wrist tighter, "Now, let me kiss, just one, and we'll stop here for tonight."

Sera raised her leg and was about to kick him between the legs, but the other party's free hand easily pressed her leg, and the mocking chuckle seemed to say that she was too overconfident.

"I like your personality." Layton chuckled, even when he was old, he seemed to be in control when he was drunk.

Sierra turned her head and pressed her lips tightly.

If I had known earlier, I would have smashed this dog to death with a wine bottle!

At the moment when Layton was about to kiss her, there was a sudden bang of the wine bottle shattering in the darkness, and the wine splashed, and a lot of it fell on Sera's face.

Holding her wrist suddenly loosened, Layton staggered back two steps, covered his head and yelled, "Who is it! Who hit me with a wine bottle!"

When Sera was in a daze, one arm wrapped her in his arms, covering the back of her head with his palm, pressing her head to his chest.

The familiar hormonal smell on a man's body is like a pine and cypress that is just falling after the snow.

"Don't be afraid."

He comforted in a low voice, his voice deliberately slowed down to suppress his anger and impulsiveness.

Serra soon knew who was coming.

She hugged his waist reflexively, and scratched out a few creases in the straight military uniform, "Eric."

"It's okay, I'm here." Eric patted her on the back, eyes that could see everything clearly in the dark, and stared straight at the crying man with his head in his arms.

He tried his best to suppress his anger, and gently pushed the girl curled up in his arms out of the dark aisle, "Wait for me outside."

Someone in the bathroom opened the door and brought a little light. At this time, Eric had already taken off his military uniform and rolled up his inner white sleeves.

"Who are you!" Layton stood up, clutching his bleeding head and said, "Damn untouchable! I will send you to the police station and imprison you forever!"

Sierra stood at the door, and the drunks who went to the toilet fled in a panic, and Eric roared like a lion angrily: "Which hand touched her!"

"Who are you!"

"Your grandpa!"

As soon as Eric's rough words fell, there was the sound of physical impact, and the sound of splashing water after the wine barrel was overturned.

Layton's wailing was loud, but the bar happened to arrange a special performance of the whiskey girl, and the atmosphere reached a climax, and no one heard the movement inside.