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

"It's not serious." Sierra held his hand and buried her face in his palm, "Let me cool down for a while."

Rose Hill urged Aldin, who was driving ahead: "Go to the hospital."

"No." She frowned dissatisfied, let go of him and lay down on those straight thighs in the bumpy car, "I want you, I'm just a little hot."

Rose Hill lowered his head, his eyes flashing slightly.

Aldin glanced at the girl through the rearview mirror who still seduced her even though she was sick, "Her brain must be burned out."

"You're just confused." Sierra pressed against those two extremely powerful and muscular ice thighs, contentedly.

Aldin turned the car around and said, "It's better to take more medicine."

"My medicine?" Sierra's cheek, which was originally facing the front seat, suddenly turned away, "My medicine is already here, right Mr. Rose Hill?"

Aldin closed his mouth, a look of disgust appeared on his face, his master would probably throw her out.

Rose Hill, who was praised as a pill, silently raised her hand, put his cold palm on the back of her head, and then touched her gently like a lover.

Aldin looked away silently. He wanted to say something, but he didn't even dare to think about it.

Sierra was originally not sure whether this disgusting trick would work, but now it turns out that love words are very earthy, and they are just right for an old antique who has lived for who knows how many centuries.

He would take the initiative to touch her when he was awake, and the effect was unexpected and amazing.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Rose Hill personally carried the sick girl out of the car and entered the hospital.

A high-end VIP ward and an emergency doctor are specially provided to serve them.

"There is a slight fever but not serious. Take some aspirin and pay attention to rest and replenish fluids. This is the only thing we can do." The doctor quickly made a decision on these minor problems.

The nurse brought pills and a cup of warm water and placed them on the bedside. She secretly glanced at the Duke sitting on the Windsor chair next to the bed and blushed silently.

Rose Hill said slowly to the girl leaning on the bed: "Take medicine."

"My eyes are sore and I don't want to open them." Sierra turned her head and said to the source of the sound: "Feed me."

The next second, a small medicine bottle was thrust into her palm.

"I can't seem to lift my hands."

Rose Hill glanced at her and mocked, "Do you have a cold on your hand too?"

"The chain reaction is that once the body is weak, you can't lift your hands." Sierra pursed her lips, "Are you going to feed me or not? If not, ask the nurse to come."

"Let me do it, Miss Serra." The nurse who was called was about to come over to give her medicine to the delicate girl, when Rose Hill, who was sitting motionless, took the medicine from Serra's palm.

He asked the nurse stiffly: "How many pills should you take?"

"Mr. 3."

Sera resisted the upturned corners of her lips, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to wait for feeding.

Probably fearing that she would choke, the cold hand spread out three times to feed her small pills. The bitter taste spread rapidly in her mouth, causing a large amount of saliva to secrete. She couldn't help but lick the finger that brought the last pill into her mouth.

Rose Hill's hand suddenly stopped and froze in mid-air.

The person next to me didn't respond for a long time. Sera, who was almost suffering from pain, wrinkled her face and urged, "Water, hurry up."

The warm water cup was brought to her mouth, and she immediately raised her hands to hug it, taking a few big sips.

The pills were taken down with more than half a glass of water, and the astringent taste in the mouth was washed away. Sierra then let go of the cup and let Rose Hill take it away. She exhaled, "I'm alive."

"Can't you lift your hand?" A cool question came from the side.

Sierra's expression froze, she pretended to cough a few times, turned her back and lay down and huddled under the quilt, saying in a weak voice: "I'm going to lie down for a while and wait for the medicine to take effect."

Rose Hill stared at her guilty back and licked her wet fingertips, which was being swept by a searing heat that made her unable to cool down.

The corners of his tense mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of amusement.

Sierra, who was already groggy, actually fell asleep on the bed in the end.

The waves crashed on the beach, and a piece of milky white foam rushed to the feet and then receded.

Sera sat on the damp sand, the sea breeze blowing up to her nose without any smell.

She lowered her head inexplicably and found that her coat had turned into a gorgeous princess dress. The wet bright red skirt was stuck to her legs in layers, and there were fine grains of sand on her chest. She looked like she had just been fished out of the sea. Come up.

what's the situation?

"Princess Sera, who has three boats, I saved you."

A beautiful sound came from the ocean in front of me.

Sierra looked toward the source of the sound, her eyes suddenly widened.

The silver-haired Luxid slowly emerged from the water, with two large pink shells hanging on his broad chest, which could barely cover his sensitive parts. His long light blue tail was stranded on the beach, with scales like Encrusted with sparkling diamonds, the whole body is sparkling.

Sera rubbed her eyes hard and murmured in disbelief at the unchanged scene before her: "Locid?"

"Sierra." He smiled at her, looking actually full of lust.

She stuttered a little, "Why do you wear a shell hood? Why has your tail changed color?"

The beautiful mermaid lowered her head with a self-pitying expression, "Did my tail scare you? I'm sorry, I came to save you because I saw you sinking into the water."

Why is this line so strange?

Sierra squeezed her arm hard.

It didn't hurt, not at all, she was dreaming.

While she was happy, she was also shocked as to why she had such a terrible dream. It must be aspirin.

Sierra wanted to stand up and run away, but her white ankle was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

"Why are you running?" Luo Xied dragged the man back dissatisfied and pressed his wet body on top, "You don't like me like this? This is obviously based on your imagination."

Sierra was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Aren't you playing the protagonist of the "Mermaid" story in my dream?"

"You don't like this story very much? You've told it many times." Luo Xied pressed her down and gently poked her heart with his webbed paws, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

Sera touched the shell on his chest and immediately gritted her teeth, "What evil have I done to dream of this? Why are you wearing pink shells! Those are only worn by female mermaids."

"I can take it off." Luo Xied smiled and complied with her request.

"Click."

The two big pink shells that Sera held with both hands fell apart instantly, and a few strings of small pearls connected to the mermaid's broad shoulders also scattered and hit her face.

Staring at Roxed's smooth chest with sunken muscle lines, Sera was speechless for a long time.

"Sela? Don't you like it yet?" Luo Xied came closer to her.

"Ahhh! Luxid, you must be a pervert!" Sera retracted her hand and pinched his face hard, "What on earth is this shameful feeling of stripping off a woman's breasts! Get out of my dream!! "