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

Chapter 59 Can I take a closer look?
"Eric, I like your body very much." She pressed her hands on the sunken place in Eric's chest muscles, and began to write ambiguous words without any scruples, "Can I take a closer look?"

"You're too drunk." Eric grabbed her hand, and the place where his delicate fingers had just scratched it was burning with a flame that was more violent than a bonfire, so hot that his heart was trembling.

He tried his best to control his reason and pulled her away.

"You'll regret it when you wake up."

"What do you regret? Can't you touch it?" Sera's eyes were blurred, wondering why he pushed her away.

The girl in front of her had a flushed face and charming eyes. The skirt with a round neck and sloping shoulders would slide down a lot. The beautiful collarbone and uncovered white skin made Eric's breathing difficult.

He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful her.

Seeing that Eric was still indifferent, Sera blinked slowly, nodded her head in disappointment and said, "Well, I won't touch you in the future, I'm sorry."

She wanted to withdraw her hand from his palm, and subconsciously clenched the palm that wrapped her.

Eric hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Is it all right this time?"

He didn't know whether he was speaking to Sera or to himself.

"Once? All right." Sera nodded dazedly.

He finally couldn't resist the temptation to hug her back to his chest again, and lightly touched her round shoulders with his fingers, with a low voice, "We are friends, I will be more generous."

Be generous and share your body with her.

Sera put her arms through his waist, climbed up his lats and hugged him, her drunken little face smiled contentedly, "Sure enough, you look the best wearing nothing."

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"Selah." Eric lowered his head helplessly, "I didn't know you would be like this when you were drunk."

"Really? Actually, there are more excessive things."

Using the name of being drunk, she raised her head and covered the boy's lips with a strong aroma of wine.

The girl's soft lips were touched gently, and Eric's pupils shrank violently. He didn't know what it was like, like tens of thousands of flowers blooming from his body, and every cell was clamoring for love. Emotions flowed crazily along the blood, and the beating speed of the whole heart exceeded the normal beating range of human beings.

Sera's waist was squeezed even tighter by the hot big palms. She was not drunk and fully knew not to be too active, so she moved away from Eric's lips when she saw it, but just as she tilted her head back, he was caught by him. He held the back of his head and pressed it back.

The cotton candy soft touch turned into a heavy kiss, and things developed into an inseparable entanglement.

The drunken werewolf and the woman saw the two standing by the bonfire, kissing like no one else in the night.

The booing became louder and louder, and Jem raised his neck and even let out a wolf-like growl, which pierced through the forest resonantly, scaring away the birds perched on the trees.

Sierra was almost unable to stand, the feeling of suffocation and alcoholism after the plunder made her dizzy, she hung Eric on it limply as a pillar, and let him carry him to Fanny's house, who was satisfied.

Fanny stood at the door of her house, raised her eyebrows and said, "I thought you would bring people back to your house."

"I won't do that." Eric responded hoarsely.

"You've already done this, you've done everything you need to do, and there's only one last bit left." Fanny chuckled, "It's better to take advantage of him when he's drunk."

Eric ignored her, and carefully carried the sleepy girl into the room and put her on the bed, "Selah might vomit later if she drank too much, take care of her."

Fanny leaned against the door and looked into the dark room. Her innocent brother was squatting beside the bed and carefully helping the girl take off her shoes and cover her quilt.

She asked, "Eric, you really don't like that Anna Higai likes her sister?"

Eric turned around and warned, "You'd better not let Sierra hear that."

"It wasn't me. I heard it when I was selling meat at the bottom of the mountain today." Fanny stood up straight and crossed her arms, "There are a lot of news on the street about you hooking up with the two daughters of Earl Lizzie's family, which is even more extreme than before. .”

Eric frowned deeply, "Who the hell is spreading these messy rumors? Nothing happened to me and Anna Xi."

Fanny warned: "I don't care how many girls you like, but don't get entangled with two nobles at the same time, you know this is a trouble for us, once they know the truth, what will be the consequences, they will be afraid of you, will meet death."

Perhaps because she felt that her words were too harsh, she eased her tone and said, "You settle this matter, Master Lizzie won't want both of his daughters to be related to werewolves."

Eric stood up and walked to the door, turned his head and glanced at Fanny, "I will solve it, but Serra is my friend."

Seeing him walk away, Fanny repeated the word "friend" in an unclear manner, raising the corners of her lips, "Bad excuse."

The bonfire in the clearing gradually extinguished, the wood ash was swept up by the breeze, and the sky gradually turned blue-black.

The hangover felt bad, and although she controlled her intake, her delicate body reacted badly.

A splitting headache.

Sierra sat up slowly from the bed with her head in her arms, hissing.

She touched her hot lips with her fingers, and found that Eric yesterday was too much, his mouth was torn.

"Have a cup of coffee and go down the mountain." Fanny came over holding the cup, pinching her nose with one hand, her voice sounded weird, "You vomited twice in a row yesterday, it stinks, how could I hold back your breath?" Throw it out."

Sierra held the coffee in both hands, glanced at the clean sheets and carpet, only the bitter taste of coffee beans on the tip of her nose, "Does it stink?"

She cleans very well.

"Well, it stinks. If I had known that the smell would linger for a few days, I should have returned you to Eric." After Fanny said her disgust, her complexion was really bad.

Thinking of their more sensitive sense of smell, Sierra took a sip of coffee and smiled awkwardly, the corners of her lips pulled a little wider, and then hurriedly took it back, "Thank you last night."

Eric looked normal when he came in, but Serra could tell he wasn't heaving under the skin-tight black tank top, he was holding his breath
She put down the coffee cup, tried her best to ignore the strange feeling that she was a smelly body, put on the socks he brought and slipped them into the leather shoes, and slept in a long skirt wrinkled to the ankle all night.

Sera stroked the hem of her skirt casually, "Are you taking me down the mountain?"

"Leave after breakfast." Eric said softly, his eyes were always peeking at her broken lips, feeling shy and guilty.

Sierra nodded as if nothing had happened, and followed him slowly out the door.

"Does your head still hurt?" he asked.

"Fortunately, I can walk well." Sera rubbed her temples, feeling that she could bear it.

"Yesterday." Seeing that there was nothing wrong with her mood, Eric couldn't help but ask, "Do you remember anything?"

(End of this chapter)