After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

Sera's back leaned against his chest smoothly, and she took the warm water cup he handed to her mouth.

With a slight fever, she was very satisfied with the body temperature of the person behind her. She held the cup with one hand and drank all the water. The lubricated throat finally no longer felt uncomfortable from collapse and cracking after running wildly.

Sera exhaled and returned the cup, then grabbed his clothes with her intact left hand, "Let me lean on him for a while to cool down."

Rose Hill tilted her head, her blond hair rubbing against the back of her neck, her cold breath falling on the top of her hair, acquiescing to her dependence on him.

Sera gradually relaxed her body, and the weight on her body was almost nonexistent. He lowered his eyes and meditated for a long time, leaning his straight back against the head of the bed. Sera also lay down and curled up on his chest.

The medical quilt was pulled away by Rose Hill, and her head was buried in it.

Sera didn't have the energy to toss the quilt covering her face. Her face was sideways next to his cold body, and her breath was filled with the faint cold rose fragrance of him.

The smell reminded her of bright red flowers blooming in a pile of rotting soil.

She thought about the scene dully, closed her eyes and slowly fell into a deep sleep, but the tingling sensation on her arms and thighs from time to time made her wake up from her sleep easily, letting out uncomfortable moans.

In an unstable state, a heavy arm kept pressing her waist to prevent her from moving, nor from pulling away the quilt that was covering her body.

Locked was sitting in the bedroom of a giant merchant ship. He tried several times but was unable to enter Sera's dream. The unstable connection only proved that she was in a lot of trouble and stayed up all night.

He looked at the raging waves on the sea and told the two mermaids at the helm, "Accelerate with all your speed."

It was different from the pain in her head after a hangover. Running wildly on the forest road in a very low temperature, the cold air penetrated into her brain, and now it was a stabbing pain.

Sierra was so uncomfortable that she didn't open her eyes. She must have fallen off the bed last night. The cold floor made all her bones scream in pain, but she was too lazy to move.

"Sir, Master Lizzie is here." The nurse knocked on the door of the ward.

Sierra, who was wrapped under the quilt, finally reacted again. She opened her eyes slowly, and lifted the quilt with her fingers to reach her chin. The sunlight filtered in from the window, almost hitting her bed.

Green and white walls, solid-color inferior curtains, and strange buildings on the street outside the window.

This is not her home.

The memories of last night came back in bits and pieces.

Horrifying scenes of dead police officers, stalking vampires, and corpses burned in flames.

She inadvertently let out another uncomfortable moan.

Rose Hill, who had hugged her all night, lowered his eyes and said, "Do you feel better?"

Hearing the voice as smooth as velvet, Sierra blinked, tilted her head suddenly and raised her chin. The extremely pale face and bright red lips came straight into her eyes. Seeing such an impactful and beautiful face so early in the morning, It took no time for people to adapt.

She stared blankly into his dark eyes that could not penetrate the light, and then slowly found her voice, "You have been here all night."

"Otherwise?" His smooth forehead wrinkled, and his speechless expression seemed like she was talking nonsense.

She was the one who insisted on relying on him last night. Thinking of it, Sierra stared at him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked calmly.

"If I could see this face every day when I get up, I would feel like I was taken to heaven by angels." Sierra praised generously, and the beautiful things made her head no longer hurt.

The 'angel' who was close to her face slightly raised her lips, revealing her thoughts in a second, "Please please me?"

Sierra smiled and said, "I just want to tell you that I didn't see anything about yesterday. Thank you for coming to save me."

This indirectly expressed her determination to refuse to work for him again. Rose Hill's smile disappeared in a second, and her aura was gloomy.

You can’t make your savior angry, so Sierra naturally has a backup plan.

"Pleasing is not just a verbal compliment like that."

She grabbed his tie with her left hand, pushed his head down, raised his head and brought it to her lips.

Having been seduced by the sweet blood on her body all night long, the vampire who had reached the limit of his forbearance lost control in an instant. He hugged her waist tightly and lowered his head to entangle with her.

The hospital bed beneath her directly became a place of pleasure. Sierra was pressed into the mattress by him, and the pillow behind her head just held her head up, allowing her to withstand his kiss effortlessly.

The nurse saw the scene inside through the square glass on the door, her face turned red, and she said to the Lizzie family waiting on the bench in the corridor: "Miss Serra and Mr. Rosehill are not very convenient yet, please wait a moment." Bar."

They could kiss like that on the bed in the hospital, and she almost didn't even see it.

After a while, Sierra, who was almost out of breath, panted and pulled away from the kiss. She put her left hand on his chest and said in a soft voice: "Thank you and good morning kiss, Mr. Rose Hill. It's not dark yet. Don't be so impulsive."

The young man lowered his eyes, the girl with disheveled hair had rosy cheeks, her eyes were watery, and her neckline was slightly open, full of temptation.

His eyes were deep, and his unsatisfied desire prompted him to lower his head suddenly again, and continued to kiss her with a softer force than before.

Sierra's eyes widened slightly, and the fingers on his chest softened, and she touched his cold face along the smooth material of his suit.

Rose Hill was very gentle this time. She was no longer afraid that he would chew her lips off. The many kisses allowed him to sum up a lot of experience.

The nurse waited and waited at the door. Seeing that Mr. Lizzie was about to stand up, she had to knock on the ward, coughed lightly and reminded again: "Mr. Rosehill, Miss Serra, have you said hello to Mr. Lizzie?"

Finally hearing that it was Lizzie at the door, Sierra suddenly woke up from her immersed state. She pushed Rose Hill's shoulder again with her boneless fingers, and this time she ended the long-lasting kiss very obediently.

"Dad is here already? Why didn't I hear you?" She blushed and was picked up by him again, leaning against the bedside. He brushed the messy hair a few times with his hands.

"Half an hour ago." Rose Hill took the initiative to help her fasten the buttons on her chest, her ink-like eyes burning hot.

Sierra glanced at the door and found the nurse's smiling face printed on the glass window. Her face instantly turned red with shame, "Why is there a window on that door?"

"I thought you knew." Rose Hill straightened out the crooked tie and clothes, and returned to her previous cold appearance, completely different from the one who pressed her down and kissed her just now.

Sierra moved her lips, "You know you still kissed me for so long."

Rose Hill paused while tying his tie, then walked over to open the door, "I'm leaving first."

Sierra stopped him again from behind: "Leave me a phone number. I have something to tell you."