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

Jem responded: "Probably just a temporary stay."

"Will they hunt in our territory?" Eric asked.

"Those vampires in the capital are never vegetarians." Gale jumped off the roof lightly. "They smelled our scent and will not step into our territory. Let's go back first."

At midnight, several werewolves who had observed the situation ran back to the mountains.

Eric entered the bedroom. The gas lamp on the table was still very bright. The girl who belonged to him was lying on the soft bed sideways, with the blanket covering her calf. Her long dark brown hair fell from the bed to the ground, and her delicate arms were stretched out. Hanging over the edge of the bed, the peacefully sleeping face is as beautiful as an angel oil painting.

Eric, enjoying the visual impact, suddenly covered his chest, and his passionate heart beat violently under his thick skin.

He never imagined that one day an angel would come to his bed.

The cold wind from the door flowed into the bedroom, and Sierra seemed to be aware of it. Her curled eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes, looking vaguely at the blurry figure in front of her.

"Eric?" The sleepy girl's voice was sweet and sweet.

The bedroom door closed quietly. Eric came to the bed and leaned over. His hoarse voice in the stage of voice change spoke very softly, "Go to sleep, Sierra."

"Yeah." She rubbed her cheek against his usual pillow and closed her eyes again in peace.

Eric carefully placed her exposed arms back on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

The gas light in the bedroom went out and he took a blanket and lay down on the floor.

When it was almost morning, Sierra turned over and half of her body was hanging out of the bed. She opened her eyes slightly and vaguely saw the handsome young man sleeping on the floor with his hands behind his head.

As soon as an idea comes to mind, the body immediately takes action.

"Bang!"

Sierra rolled up the quilt and fell off the bed. Eric was caught off guard and hit by her, and the two of them groaned at the same time.

"Well"

She lay on his chest, curling up.

Eric put his arms around her and sat up with one hand on the floor, "Sierra."

His tone was full of helplessness, "Where did you fall?"

"Hand." She cried in a lazy voice, "It hit the floor."

It hurt so much that she almost burst into tears.

There was a sigh above his head, and Eric raised his head and knocked the back of his head lightly on the wall, "You are so dishonest when sleeping, even Jem won't do that."

Sera climbed up from his chest and stared at him in the darkness with tear-filled eyes.

Eric's heart trembled momentarily. He held her waist and easily carried her back to the bed, "Which hand?"

Sierra stretched out her left hand, the warm palm in the darkness held the back of her hand, and rubbed it gently.

"The bones are not broken, nothing is wrong." Eric whispered.

When he was about to pull away, Sierra held his hand and said worriedly: "What about you? I just crushed you."

"It's okay, let's sleep some more." Eric muttered, and the roots of his ears turned red again in the darkness.

"That's good." Sierra then took back her hand and lay down relievedly.

She quickly fell asleep again, but Eric, who was sitting on the floor against the wall, lost all sleep. The girl's faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time, disturbing his mood.

He had never had so much intimacy with a girl in just one day, hugging, holding hands, kissing, and sleeping in the same room.

Even his best friend Anaxi is limited to chatting with him through the fence. She always maintains her status as a noble and keeps a distance from him, while Sera...

Eric couldn't help but roll his eyes to look at the soft bed above him. The girl turned her body to the edge of the bed again, pressed her hand under her cheek, and opened her red lips slightly to let out a shallow breath.

His eyes softened, and his fingers hooked up a strand of her hair that had fallen down, wrapping it around his fingertips and playing with it gently.

Sierra woke up feeling refreshed in the morning, but Eric's handsome face was now covered with a layer of gray, and he looked like he hadn't slept well.

He brought her the dress that she had hung to dry yesterday. "Change your clothes. Anashi will be there in the afternoon at the latest."

"good."

She put on her black velvet dress, arranged her hair neatly and tied it on the back of her head. She packed it up and walked out.

Eric was chopping firewood in the yard outside the house. He looked up and saw her approaching with a smile on her face, and subconsciously put down the axe.

"Isn't it too bad?" Sierra spun around in front of him, "Isn't it embarrassing?"

"Very beautiful." Eric's compliment was sincere. He had never seen a girl as bright and beautiful as her. He had never met a noble like her who didn't mind being close to him. He had never seen anyone like her.

Sierra's smile deepened, "That's good, I believe in good friends."

Eric curled his lips and saw that she was getting closer again, her small white hands placed on his wheat-colored arms, creating a distinct color difference.

"I didn't sleep very well, don't mind last night." Sierra apologized softly, her face a little red.

Eric thought she was cute and said in a relaxed tone: "We are friends, I don't mind."

Sierra took back her hand, and the two of them went to the public restaurant to have breakfast side by side.

At present, she should have reached the favorability level of all three male protagonists. As for the beginning of this new chapter, she is very lucky.

There were no cars on the winding path on the mountain, so Eric went to the stable to fetch a horse and prepared to take Sierra on horseback down the mountain.

Before leaving, she ran to the cliff and took a look. The magnificent sea was calm.

Rocide had disappeared without a trace since her rescue, but Sera believed they would see each other again soon.

Eric first lifted her onto the horse and sat down, then got on the horse and took her down the mountain.

Sierra sat sideways and pressed her whole body against his chest, holding a piece of cotton and linen clothing tightly with her fingers.

The boy's steaming arms resisted the chill in the jungle.

"Eric."

"What?"

"I don't really want to go back." Sera whispered.

The reluctance in her voice made Eric slow down, his horse's hooves tapping leisurely.

"Why?"

"I don't have a mother anymore. My father's mistress gave birth to a child earlier than my mother. There is no place for me in the family where they have been together for decades."

Sierra didn't want Eric to see her sad look, so she turned her face and buried it in his chest.

Eric can relate to the pain of losing his mother, but the complicated family relationship can only be overcome by herself.

He loosened his hand holding the reins and wrapped one around her waist, comforting her softly, "You must learn to face it with strength, I believe in you."

"You are the first friend I made here." Sierra raised her face with hopeful eyes, "You will come to see me often."

Eric simply couldn't refuse this weak face that was about to cry, and he promised: "I will."

A dark green classic car was parked on a gravel road at the foot of the mountain.

After Anna Xi heard the neighing of the horses, she got off the car and waited. When she saw the young man galloping on the horse, her eyes first lit up, and then she was stunned.

Wild fish ponds, artificially raised.