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

That is, for a long time she was unable to speak.

It's okay not to talk.

There is no need to answer the questions of the three people, and it is urgent to avoid danger.

Sierra was actually a little more relaxed.

She looked at Ordin, who was holding up the plate, and now that bowl of hot soup was her desire.

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

Eric thought about taking the bowl and feeding her himself, but he had to put one arm on the back of Selah's neck and it was too inconvenient, so he gave up.

Loxyd picked up the spoon and blew on it, and passed the tomato soup to her mouth, "Be careful of the heat."

Sela opened her mouth, and a mouthful of thick soup made her still cramping stomach feel better.

She glanced cautiously at Rose Hill who was standing next to him, who stared at her with a cold face and said nothing.

He was not the kind of man who would fight for favor, and he didn't get angry, but Sera knew that he was on the verge of breaking out.

What is it that you really love the little vest, it all fell off in front of him
After a few minutes, Rose Hill, who couldn't take it anymore, turned around and left the bedroom, with a heavy cold breath on his body.

But he is still angry, what is there to be angry about.

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

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

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

I vaguely remember that Lloyd's saliva didn't work on the venom, what happened later, what did Rose Hill do?
Did he turn her into a vampire?

After a series of mental activities, Sera raised his hands and began to touch his neck with little strength.

Seeing this, Eric asked, "What's wrong?"

Sera touched her neck, the skin was smooth and tender, although her body temperature was very low, she could feel a trace of temperature and the beating frequency of her heart.

So she was still alive and drinking tomato puree.

Vampires don't like tomato puree.

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

All of her mental activities were displayed on her face, and Loxyd quickly guessed what she was nervous about.

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

This scene was extremely glaring to Eric, and he directly pushed Loxyd away with his hand, "You still take advantage of her being awake? Get out, she needs to rest now."

"She's mine." Losid sneered, "Should I let you be alone with her? She doesn't belong to you, she just needs your body temperature."

Sera shrank silently into the quilt, her heart was shaking, and she hoped that the topic would not be thrown on her.

"She hasn't made a choice yet." Eric said stiffly, feeling very sad, and firmly embraced the girl to swear sovereignty.

"She will only choose me." Losid prodded him: "We have done a lot of intimate things, do you want me to share them with you?"

No, don't say it!Both of you have had very intimate things happen to me!

"what"

Sela showed her face outside, opened her mouth, and uttered a series of hoarse notes, finally letting them know that she was tired and wanted to sleep.

The smoke of war that had just filled the air dissipated quickly, and Loxyd couldn't bear to disturb her.

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

He stood up, took the tray, gave Eric a final warning, and walked out of the bedroom.

Only the two of them were left on the big bed. Eric lowered his head and whispered, "Is the intimate thing you did the same as mine?"

Sierra looked up at him and shook her head decisively.

No, he lied.

Her eyes were full of innocence, the brown eyes were clear and moist.

Eric soon relented, and he also lay down, half of his body clinging to her.

After a while, seeing that she was still asleep, he said softly: "I believe in you so much, I have always believed in you, even though I know you are fickle and have so many close people around me, I still can't bear to give up on you."

Sela didn't know what to say, and losing her voice solved her problem perfectly.

Eric stared at her and approached plaintively, "Why are you unwilling to justify yourself even once, and would rather push me away, you obviously don't hate me."

The liking she expresses cannot be fooled, the feeling is sincere.

Sierra pressed her hand to his pectoral muscles, made a few circles, and wrote sorry.

One stroke at a time, as if written on the tip of his heart.

Warm palms stroked the top of her hair over and over again, and Eric whispered, "When you were dying, my heart almost died too. At that time, I was helpless. When you were rescued back .”

His voice stopped suddenly, and he said bitterly for a long time: "I'm actually glad that they gave everything they had to send you back."

Seeing her being tortured by the venom and feeling about to be torn apart, he was also in pain.

His voice became softer, "Stop torturing me."

Sera withdrew her hands that were groping on his chest muscles, bowed her head resentfully, and buried her face in the bed.

Originally, there was a good solution, no one would have to torture anyone, and everyone could have a happy ending.

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

Apart from continuing to torture each other until the next opportunity arises, she can't think of any good way.

It can only be blamed that Annaxi's strategy and system are too weak, and the male protagonists are too powerful, so they just didn't kill her.

Sera hugged Eric back, trying to comfort his heart that was almost broken after the blow.

It worked, and she heard Eric let out a sigh of contentment.

The warm quilt and fireplace quickly put the sick Sierra to sleep.

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

Sera had another nightmare. In the dream, the ferocious werewolf turned into a majestic military officer of the kingdom. With a cold-blooded face, he won countless colonial wars and locked her in a small black room.

Afterwards, everything was painted, her feet were chained and imprisoned in a dark basement, and a vampire with fangs came to her every night to feast on her body.

The painting style changed again, and it turned into a vast ocean again. A group of mermaids surrounded the leader in estrus, hoping that he could complete the mating task with her under the witness of several pairs of eyes.

Terrible, terrible!

Sera crawled out of the dream, her dishonest body almost fell off the bed.

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

When she opened her eyes in shock, Rose Hill's pale face came into view.

There was a strong smell of blood on him.

"Roo."

She subconsciously opened her mouth to call him, and without any accident, she turned into an ugly witch screaming again.