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

Chapter 9 Game
Thinking of the wine maid who was tied to a stone and thrown into the sea, Sera felt chills down her back.

She pretended to be calm and accepted the invitation card, "If he insists on inviting me to be his girlfriend, I won't be able to refuse."

"Your pleasure."

After the servant finished speaking arrogantly, he walked around her and left.

When the person disappeared around the corner, Sera held the invitation card tightly and frowned.

She must not let him know that she knows that there is a humanoid creature called a vampire in the world. According to the world structure of the novel, all human beings who know the inside story will be sentenced to death, which is the same as the rules observed by the wolf clan.

Escape is not an option, the duke may use more extreme means to verify the inside story he wants to know.

She had to attend this dance, and she had to dispel his doubts.

But this guy has mind reading skills, and the dirty thoughts of everyone at the ball are under his nose, how can she control her brain from thinking wildly?
Sierra sighed, it was impossible.

Twilight falls.

Sierra, who appeared in the first-class banquet hall holding an invitation card, was bright and flamboyant. The simple black dress with big puff sleeves and a little jewelry was destined not to conceal her beautiful and outstanding facial features.

Many super wealthy businessmen cast fresh eyes on her.

For merchants like them who are rich but lack a noble title, it is a good idea to marry a noble wife to achieve a class leap.

Sera politely declined some of the men who came to invite her to dance, but she couldn't find the Duke among the jeweled crowd. She looked around and looked away, picked up a glass of champagne and found an ottoman to sit on alone.

After an afternoon of ideological work, she thought she should be able to deal with this crisis.

The first track is a polka, the lively and jumping rhythm and the girly flower skirt dazzled Sierra.

She inherited Serra's death ending in the book, inherited her unique slut beauty and femme heart, but did not inherit her past and muscle memory.

How does this thing dance?She will definitely break into shit.

"Miss Serra, isn't it?"

A dark-haired man in a black tuxedo walked up to her, with a young and handsome face smiling, "We met at the party, and you were in a hurry."

Serra doesn't remember the person at all. "Hello."

"My friends are not malicious, the second track is waltz, I can." Before he finished his implicit invitation, a middle-aged woman dressed like a big beige cake stepped forward and took his arm.

"Okay, Roger, it's time for you to go to bed, don't bother."

She took a little look at Serra and said, "Don't bother Miss Serra."

Sera really wanted to take the initiative to add someone who had no money for her.

A lady who has no money and no love, even dogs don't care, the chain of contempt for contemporary aristocratic women.

"It's only 8 o'clock, Mom." The young man in a tuxedo was dissatisfied, "I'll dance one more."

"I'm waiting for people here, I don't dance." Sera smiled decently.

"Who invited Miss Serra to enter the first-class cabin?" The woman who considered herself noble held her son's arm with an unhappy expression on her face.

Just as the noble man walked in at the door, Sera greeted him sparingly, causing Sera to look at him. Her eyes were bent, "Duke Rosehill."

The two who stood in front of her turned their heads in unison.

The young duke, the richest man besides the king, walked towards her.

He was wearing a formal black suit made of expensive materials, his short light blond hair was combed back neatly with pomade, and his dark eyes gazed at the girl with a bright smile through the crowd.

There are countless silent and dirty voices ringing in my ears.

The moment he looked at her, Rose Hill slightly raised his eyebrows.

The mind-reading technique suddenly failed, and there was nothing in the voice belonging to Sera.

"Miss Serra, wait a long time."

His voice was nice, but there was no warmth in his tone.

"The time is just right, invite me to dance?" She offered to extend her hand to him.

The second track she will.

Big hands in black leather gloves led her to the center of the dance floor.

The lady in the cake skirt who was hanging aside and her son looked at each other, and they both saw embarrassment in each other's eyes.

The waltz was the only social dance Serra had ever been exposed to.

She put her hand on Rose Hill's shoulder calmly after she had done enough mental preparation, "You invited me to dinner and dance twice and three times, and you fell in love with me at first sight?"

"Not to mention." He danced gracefully and skillfully, and his gorgeous and natural movements were not inferior to any man present.

"That's a pity." With a disappointed expression, Sierra stepped on two wrong beats on purpose, hooked his leather shoes on her toes, and leaned forward and fell into his arms.

The hand around her waist quickly tightened to help her maintain balance, and the two bodies were tightly pressed against each other when it was cold and hot.

"I've liked you for a long time." Sera raised her face, her warm breath sprinkled on his pale and cold jaw.

In order to be true to the outside, she was making a crazy confession to him in her mind.

like you, like you, like you, like you
All the dirty voices of the heart were covered by the confession that was close at hand and turned on the loudspeaker.

At this moment, the mind reading skill inexplicably recovered again.

Rose Hill lowered his head expressionlessly, his eyes were very dark, and the color was so rich that he couldn't see any refraction of the light, nor could it reflect Sera's face.

Hearing her fanatical confession, no human emotion can be seen on this deep face.

"The woman who was talking to you just now thought you were spying on his son." His tone was still flat, and he could still keep up with the tempo with his hands supporting her to stand upright.

"How do you know? Have you been listening to my conversation for a long time?" Her mind was still outputting "I like you" to him, and her bright and delicate face was covered with the light pink of a young girl Huaichun.

It is estimated that everyone present at the moment has noticed that she, Sera, is blatantly seducing, this cold and cold duke who seems to be otherworldly.

Rose Hill said nothing, and stared at her with dark eyes under half-closed lashes.

Any lie would have nowhere to hide from him, and Sera couldn't say a word wrong.

The waltz began to end slowly, and he was indifferent, so she put the hand on his arm on one of his broad shoulders lightly, "I'm not interested in him, although we met for the first time, but I was in the newspaper I liked you the first time I saw your photo last time."

Sera raised her head almost to the tip of his nose, her cream brown eyes didn't dodge at all, "I don't know why you killed that maid, but I like you, so I am willing to accept and keep all your secrets. "

The only strategy she could think of was to take the initiative to confess her loyalty and portray herself as an image of a strong woman with a heart full of infatuation.

"The lie is not complete enough." The corner of Rose Hill's lips was raised on one side, with a sneering smile.

"I was only afraid that you would kill someone to silence you, so I refused your first invitation."

(End of this chapter)